Qin Shuang fell silent for a few seconds.
Then, realizing that she was nothing more than a tool that needed to be cleaned, she slowly climbed out of bed and mechanically walked toward the bathroom.
The bathtub was already filled with water, even the bath bomb had been placed, creating a pool of white froth.
Qin Shuang sat in the warm water, and, already tired, she felt even more overwhelmed with the desire to fall asleep surrounded by the warmth.
An hour later, after pinching countless marks on her own thighs to keep herself from falling asleep, she was fully awake.
She dried off the water drops, applied her lotion, changed into a new nightgown, and then returned to the bedroom.
He Zhiyao was lying on the bed, quiet and peaceful, as if he was already asleep.
The dim yellow light in the bedroom softened his features, making him look much gentler than usual.
It made him seem more like a person with humanity, and not like some perverted beast.
Qin Shuang tiptoed back into bed.