A week flew by in the blink of an eye.
Murong Xue'er still hadn't left her bed since that incident with Lu Chen; she spent every day recuperating in bed.
Initially, Murong Xue'er thought that encountering such a strong man wasn't entirely a loss. But then, the thought struck her—if every time she got close to Lu Chen, she had to spend seven or eight days in bed afterward, wouldn't that be a colossal waste of time?
At this moment, Murong Xue'er slowly rose from the bed. Seeing her get up, the maid in the room hurried over to help her before assisting her with dressing and grooming.
Murong Xue'er still felt a faint soreness and clenched her teeth thinking: it had been seven days since that man had taken her, and he hadn't come to see her even once, nor had he sent anyone to express his concern. Truly, a man who doesn't recognize you once his pants are back on.
She wondered whether she had managed to seduce him at all.