Qiao Yue looked at Bo Ning coldly and said, "I don't like sweets."
"But since you came to the birthday party, you should have some." Bo Ning replied.
"That's right. Since you've accepted Bo Ning's invitation, if you don't eat some cake, you'll be letting down her kind intentions."
Hearing the crowd's cheers, Qiao Yue frowned, took a step back to avoid the overpowering perfume on Bo Ning, and took a bite of the cake.
It was just an ordinary butter cake with icing, and there was no strange taste. Bo Ning probably did not do anything to the cake.
Even so, Qiao Yue still felt a strong sense of discomfort as she felt dizzier by the minute.
She put down the cake and wanted to find a place to calm down.
Qiao Yu noticed her expression and walked up to her. He grabbed Qiao Yue's arm, pushing Bo Ning to the side.
"What's wrong? Are you alright?"
Qiao Yue shook her head. Qiao Yu's hand on her arm was cold, but she felt a strange feeling.
What was going on?
