Qiao Xi was certainly not scared.
She was just embarrassed.
As soon as she entered the elevator, she slapped her face forcefully.
She needed to sober up.
Drinking leads to trouble!
Why hadn't she learned her lesson yet?
The elevator walls reflected light, and just by looking up, Qiao Xi could see her own face flushed red, like late evening clouds hanging on her cheeks.
Was her face really that red?
It was deadly!
She almost had a "misfire" in the car.
She and Shen Dang had also had a few such "misfires," but they never went all the way.
Qiao Xi still couldn't breach her own defenses.
Thinking about Shen Dang's frustrated look just now, he must have been very uncomfortable, right?
She had accidentally caught a glimpse of that part of him.
It seemed like he had pitched a small tent.
Realizing what she was thinking about, Qiao Xi almost slammed her head against the wall.
She couldn't think about this anymore; she couldn't.
The doggone man was too devastating!
