Ming Yao returned to the courtyard and took a shower in the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, she observed the bruised and purple marks on her body and cursed that damn man bitterly!
How long had it been since he touched a woman?
Turning her into such a state, was he even human?
Didn't he know it was her first time?
From now on, she would have a shadow over that sort of thing!
It wasn't pleasant at all, but rather a nightmarish existence!
The more Ming Yao thought about it, the angrier she became, and she no longer wanted to act as the Little Maid.
Lying in bed, her whole body was uncomfortably numb, yet she couldn't fall asleep.
She stayed awake with her eyes on the ceiling, not eating or drinking for a whole day, like a living dead.
In the evening, Jing Hang, who had been unable to reach her by phone, came to find her.
