Sang Ning still had a weak psychological defense line in her heart.
She had an intern boyfriend now. Was touching a male model behind Li Juezhou's back considered cuckolding him?
But this weak defense line quickly crumbled; she was just casually feeling and experiencing.
Li Juezhou probably wouldn't mind, right?
Sang Ning slowly moved through the crowd, heading towards the area where the muscle men were dancing.
She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she always felt a gaze following her.
Sang Ning looked around but didn't notice anything unusual.
Whew—
Sang Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief; so this was what it felt like to have a guilty conscience.
She must be crazy to associate it with Li Juezhou.
Sang Ning finally squeezed past the enthusiastic women.
In the large crowd of muscular men, there was one guy who was left out.
