She was wearing a tight-fitting black uniform dress, and the curves of her body were completely outlined.
Under the captivating, hazy lights of the hall, she resembled a fairy.
That slender figure, that just-right height, that familiar way of walking… Yan Ye's mind instantly conjured up Lian Xinying.
Just as he clenched his fist, ready to chase after her, Su Yanxin was pulled by a guest to sit down on a sofa, and then her face became clear.
Su Yanxin!
Yan Ye felt a tightening in his chest and gasped for air.
Why did he associate Lian Xinying with Su Yanxin for a second time?
Their faces were clearly different!
Yan Ye's sharp eyes fixed in concentration, locking onto the direction where Su Yanxin was.
He watched as she smiled radiantly like a flower at that group of pigs, as she was harassed, and as she dodged… and then saw one of the pig's friends spike her drink.