The door to the private room wasn't shut tight, and peering through the slightly ajar door, one could just make out Nan Sichen sitting inside, with Che Xi sitting opposite him. Che Xi, having just touched up her makeup, looked especially innocent. At that moment, she was gazing at him and smiling, uttering something that was indiscernible, with eyes that brimmed with shy admiration. The distance between them was just right, as was the ambiguity.
Qin Yin felt a sense of discomfort welling up inside her, and her stomach began to churn, but she fought it down and lunged toward the private room.
The woman whom she had vomited on was stunned for a few seconds before following her, intending to grab Qin Yin's hair; unfortunately, Qin Yin had already thrown herself at the door of that private room.