What a bad luck!

Christina was tired. She glanced casually at Fanny's swagger and averted her eyes.

She just wanted to hang out and relax, and she didn't expect to meet all these people she didn't want to see.

Christina really doesn't want to worry about their messy triangle right now. Her purpose for the evening was to indulge herself, and to forget all this mess.

But there was always someone to remind and interrupt her.

She didn't want to care any of them, but she couldn't fool herself with her body's instinctive reaction.

She was so crushed by defeat that she wanted to retreat, step by step, to escape....