After Qiao Mo slipped into the bathroom outside, she was lost in thought for a few minutes before gradually calming down.
She looked at herself in the mirror, then lowered her eyes and took off the dress that had been pulled into disarray.
She couldn't quite explain why.
She just felt that he was particularly frightening earlier, indescribably terrifying.
She took a shower, but Qiao Mo was somewhat distracted.
Calming down gradually, she couldn't help but wonder if her reaction had been too extreme.
Thinking back on it now, it seemed he hadn't intended to humiliate her, perhaps she had just misunderstood...
More than half an hour later, Qiao Mo was wiping her hair in front of the bathroom mirror. But her mind was still a mess, unable to stop thinking about his reaction earlier.
Lingering hesitantly, she finally emerged from the bathroom and hesitated at the bedroom door.
