Late night.
In Su Xin's bedroom.
Fang Mengzhu lay in the bed, her face flushed, revealing smooth white shoulders, her eyes blurred, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After the stormy night, her thoughts continued to tumble, unable to calm down.
Su Xin pulled her into his arms.
"How did things turn out like this?"
Fang Mengzhu obediently lay in his embrace, casually wrapping her arms around Su Xin's waist, just sighed softly, feeling as if she was bewitched today, somehow ending up pushed down by Su Xin.
Clearly, this was only their third meeting.
Strictly speaking, it was only their second chance encounter.
Clearly, Su Xin wasn't her ideal type, much younger than her, not even meeting her dating standards; normally she would never have reached this point with him.
So why did she feel bewitched?
Could she have been hypnotized?
Or drugged?
