Shirley was stunned. She blinked her big eyes and asked cautiously, "What ... do you mean?"
Braden's handsome face was cold. He seized Shirley up and down with a meaningful expression.
Shirley was in cool silk pajamas. She quickly wrapped her exposed skin with the quilt and continued to carefully probe. "I don't remember it clearly. Why don't you ... give me a hint?"
"Don't you know what you did to me?"
Braden walked to the bed and approached Shirley. He then asked in a low voice, "Or are you playing dumb to get away?"
"I can't remember it. If you have any evidence, just take it out. Don't slander me!"
Part of Shirley's memory seemed to have been erased. She could only remember that after she got off work, she lent her cell phone to a young man in a checkered shirt. She had no impression of what happened after that.
So ... Shirley was not sure if she "bullied" Braden last night.