Is history about to repeat itself?
Every time she got tangentially linked to Gong Beiyao, it seemed like the world could no longer remain calm and undisturbed.
But—
The moment she thought about their dance just now, the deep kiss they shared in front of everyone, her heart couldn't stop pounding erratically.
Sheng Qianxia's fingers gently touched her own lips, as if his unique scent still lingered on her lips.
She smiled slightly, her ears turning a shade of red.
Sheng Qianxia realized she was actually savoring his kiss and immediately slapped her own cheeks to snap out of it.
Sheng Qianxia, you've been bewitched! Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm!
Despite telling herself this, she couldn't help but let the corners of her lips rise into a slight curve.
Shu Fu saw that everyone was busily attending to Sheng Qianxia's entrance and exit and could no longer suppress her hatred.
In the green room, she saw a cup and suddenly got an idea.
