Hearing her voice, Xiao Qinghe's eyelids flickered with a trace of loss, "So it's Miss Tao. Didn't you say you wouldn't bother with me anymore? Why are you coming to my room?"
Tao Meijiao got angry, "I watched over you for an entire night, don't you have a conscience?"
He frowned, "Why watch here?"
"Hmph!" Tao Meijiao snorted coldly, stood up, and because she hadn't changed her position at all by sitting at the edge of the bed all night, she suddenly felt powerless and collapsed onto the bed, falling onto Xiao Qinghe.
Qinghe got angry, pushed her away, and deliberately taunted, "Miss Tao, as a young Miss, you ought to be knowledgeable and well-mannered. Crawling into a man's bed, you can do such a thing, how are you any different from a woman like Li Rong'er?"
"You!" Tao Meijiao stood up briskly, her face a mix of pain and irritation, "Don't always compare me to that lowly woman, Li Rong'er. Who would fancy climbing into your bed!"
She stormed out of the room.