Her anger usually faded quickly.
But this time, it didn't. There was nothing but darkness, and the only sound she could hear was her own voice.
Thinking about it made Jiangg Yao feel even more wronged.
First, she kicked away the cumbersome quilt, then shoved her tear-soaked pillow aside. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time, sniffled a few times, stretched her stiff back, and spread her limbs out on the bed like a starfish.
The quilt clearly carried Chen Yuan's scent. She wrinkled her little nose and sniffed. For some reason, she found it very pleasant. The bitter feeling in her heart slowly subsided with time. After a while, bored out of her mind, she started wriggling around under the covers.
At first, she hadn't been that upset about being shut in the room. She thought her young master would come over soon and they could be intimate for a while. But after waiting and waiting for no one, she was getting restless.
