Su Qingshuang instantly buried her face in the pillow. She hadn't even been drinking, yet she was talking nonsense. It was over, completely over—she had lost every shred of her dignity.
Mortified, Su Qingshuang burrowed into the pillow like an ostrich. Reaching out, she pulled the blanket up over her head, utterly determined not to face reality.
*Knock, knock, knock.*
Chapter 148