Ye Xiaotong's face still showed a blush, her forehead was covered with sweat, and the sweat had dampened the hair at her temples, with several strands sticking to her face.
She was very flustered, unable to straighten her dress properly, leaning against the wall in a disheveled state, feeling extremely awkward and helpless.
The young man who had just been entangled with her showed no signs of embarrassment at being caught; instead, he casually lit a cigarette and started smoking.
Wang walked in, her gaze circling back and forth between them.
This feeling made Ye Xiaotong suffocate.
She suddenly regretted not having resisted earlier, being so easily seduced by the young man, abandoning her resistance, and even indulging in the moment.
But Wang didn't scold her for being shameless; instead, she smiled and patted her on the shoulder.
"Well done."
