As she reached out to touch her forehead, her hand was covered in cold sweat. How could she have seen such a thing? Just thinking about it made her feel nauseous.
She recalled Beitang Huan and the way she looked at her, eyes filled with resentment and a desire to destroy everything. So it was because she touched Beitang Huan's things that Huan gave her such a fierce look.
Xia Qingqian dared not let herself think about it any further; this kind of relationship was really beyond her imagination.
All afternoon, she was drenched in cold sweat, unable to stop images of Beitang Yao with other women in her mind, and that woman was Beitang Huan...
Beitang Yao and Beitang Huan... such a disgusting and perverted matter, made her chest feel heavy, wanting to vomit.
"Why are you in a daze?" A voice broke her wild thoughts, and she yelped in fright, quickly jumping up from the chair. When she saw the face of the visitor, she sighed in relief.
