He really couldn't understand how women like Yu Sihe could exist on this earth. He had already rejected her so blatantly, but she was still so thick-skinned.
In the suite, someone sang an upbeat rock song and the loud music made Changqing's head hurt even more. She felt increasingly uncomfortable. Her chest felt stuffy and she was dizzy. She was initially sitting a little stiffly but afterwards, she grew limp and later on, her posture was increasingly lazy. In the end, she laid on Song Chuyi's chest unknowingly.
The moment her limp body fell in his embrace, Song Chuyi was stupefied for a few seconds before he lowered his head. Changqing was laying on the side of her head. Her eyelashes were like small fans and her soft and silky hair was spread all over his chest. She was wearing the latest Givenchy tasselled short skirt and she was wearing a sleeveless, silk shirt. Her arms were long and fair, her waist slim and her chest full.