VIP Room 7.
Inside, in the living room.
Neither person on the sofa spoke again. They simply continued watching TV.
But after what had just happened, Dong Xuebin's state of mind had changed drastically. How could he possibly still be in the mood to watch the program? He wanted to die.
Damn.
He had utterly humiliated himself today.
He had embarrassed himself beyond belief.
Who knew what Big Sister Zhang thought of him now? She probably took him for a pervert, didn't she? Though the way she talked, moved, and dressed made her seem somewhat seductive and open, she was still a woman. She was probably fairly conservative inside; it was just that the way she presented herself was a little... you know. Dong Xuebin regretted it terribly. Why had he been so impulsive? Why had he touched Big Sister Zhang? She was already in her forties, and he had actually dared to make a move on her. Sigh, this was great. He had lost every last shred of face.
He was torn up inside!
Nothing could have been more awkward than this!
Dong Xuebin sat there silently with a mournful expression. After thinking for ages, he still could not come up with a good excuse to smooth things over. He had not even touched the red wine just now, so he could not exactly claim he was drunk, could he?
Right!
He still had BACK!
Dong Xuebin suddenly realized it. How had he forgotten?
But then he hesitated again. He had already used up some of his remaining time over the past couple of days, and he might need it tonight or in the coming days. It would be such a waste. Several minutes had already passed; if he went back, he would barely have any time left.
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