Half-asleep and half-awake, she seemed to glimpse something she shouldn't have seen—a woman in a white uniform pressed against the wall, her figure swaying, expression torn between pain and pleasure.
Hmm? The uniform she's wearing... looks familiar.
And the man behind her... looks a bit like Mr. Shen.
Is this a dream?
Qi Xi wasn't sure. The overpowering scent of alcohol flooded her senses, her mind tangled like a ball of string. She raised her hand with effort to rub her temples. "My head feels dizzy."
The sudden voice startled Dong Ya. She turned her head, albeit with difficulty, and indeed saw Qi Xi in a groggy state. Her voice trembled, "Qi Xi, you're awake... awake..."
"Awake is awake. Why panic?"
Shen Yuan pressed her head back down, speaking coldly, "Have you forgotten your place?"
"I'm sorry..."
Half a minute later, "Ah!"
