117 Why are you treating me differently?

Her eyes flutter, slightly opening them. As the blinding light pierce her eyes, she squeezes them shut.Chang Seol covers her eyes. There is a dull pain in her head. She winces, pulling her brows together as she sits up.Mister hit her head.After taking a few breaths, she opens her eyes again. The room is more spacious than her room, and the bed is big enough for four people. The walls are blue with beautiful paintings by a well-known painter who became famous after his death. The window is open, letting in the dazzling soft morning light.Was it Wang Jing or Li Zhen? She decides not to wreck her head for the right answer. This is not even her room. Where the heck she is?Chang Seol looks down at her red nightgown that is perfectly hugging her body, and she is not wearing anything underneath it. The last thing that she remembers is being hit on her head by Mister. "My head still hurts," She grumbles. How could he hit her head?Well, she was planning to do something worse.