Su Mu nearly jumped out of her skin. She spun around, her heart hammering against her ribs, the black leather of her corset creaking with the sudden movement.
There was Xu'er, leaning casually against the doorframe of the now-empty private lounge, looking entirely unscathed.
If anything, she looked even more vibrant than before.
Her red lace nightgown was still artfully draped, her dark, purplish eyes sparkled with amusement, and a self-satisfied smirk played on her lips.
The scent of her unique perfume, mixed with something heady and distinctly feminine, clung to her like an aura.
A sudden relief washed over her, quickly followed by a fresh wave of confusion.
"Xu'er!" Su Mu breathed, her voice a mix of surprise and concern.
"You're... you're okay? I saw him... and the others..." She gestured vaguely towards the front of the store, where Young Master Zhao was still audibly fuming as he presumably paid his bill, his angry voice a harsh contrast to Xu'er's calm demeanor.
