Sober (2)
Editor: Atlas Studios
It was completely different from before.
"Second Brother…" Fan Mushuang's plump little mouth opened slightly. She wanted to say something, but she suddenly shut her mouth. The expression on her face was one moment dull, one moment resentful, one moment shocked, one moment embarrassed, and one moment on the brink of tears.
Her expression changed wonderfully, and her eyes flickered and wandered. She couldn't look at the others present at all.
"No!" Fan Mushuang's voice trembled slightly. She held her cheeks with both hands and said repeatedly, "No, no, no!"
The last three "no"s became louder and louder.
"It's not me, that's not me!"
Fan Mushuang stomped her feet in excitement and had the urge to shake her head crazily. Her face was flushed red, and even she didn't know if she was more embarrassed or angry at this moment.
Was her brain cramping, or was she daydreaming?