Yu Yanshen's indifferent gaze swept over her, "It's not that you can't do it—how about you play along with me in a farce?"
Heh.
"Turn right when you leave the door and walk straight ahead for a few steps, when you see the black door, the second room is the guest room."
A thin smile emerged from the man's eyes as he was about to depart, not forgetting to pinch her collagen-rich cheek.
"Good girl."
…
The next day.
When Yao Qing woke up, the first thing she saw was the snowy-white ceiling.
It took her nearly three minutes to organize her thoughts before she sat up in bed.
It was true that what you think about during the day, you dream of at night—Yu Yanshen had recently occupied too large a portion of her life that she even dreamed of him at midnight.
Of course, what she dreamed of was by no means anything nice.
She struggled to remember and finally recalled that the dream was quite fantastical.
