After hearing Zhang Xiaoshan ask a question, Yu Xiuxiu snapped back to reality and responded to Zhang Xiaoshan in a flustered manner.
"No, there's nothing. I've covered the food in the pot for you. Have your meal and go to sleep early. I'm going to bed now."
Yu Xiuxiu returned to her room, her heart racing.
Leaning against the door, she suddenly felt a strange sensation, and involuntarily gasped for air before collapsing to the floor.
...
"How strange!"
Although Yu Xiuxiu's emotional change puzzled Zhang Xiaoshan, he had absolute trust in her and didn't think too much about it. He went to the kitchen, had his dinner, and then returned to his room to sleep.
Somehow, his mind was filled with the scene he had witnessed earlier that evening.
The snow-white skin, the graceful figure.
And the sense of conquest when that noble lady knelt down and begged him.
Before he knew it, Zhang Xiaoshan had drifted off to sleep.
In his dreams,
the night quickly passed.
