Su Ci’s face went pale. So that was it. That night, in his drunken stupor, he’d mistaken her for Su Xue. Right. Just right. Su Ci fought the urge to slap his infuriatingly handsome face again. Bastard! Su Ci shoved him away with all her strength and retreated into the bathroom. Fu Nancheng followed her in. She was standing at the vanity, running her hands under the cold tap, her long lashes castin