As soon as he left, Mi Yao quickly crawled out of bed. Miao Erlan was already far away, and she escaped in a panic.
She wouldn't come to this room again.
...
On the corridor, Miao Erlan knocked on Mi Yao's door, "Yaoyao, are you asleep?"
"Auntie," Mi Yao's voice rang out.
Miao Erlan glanced to the side, and saw Mi Yao standing in front of her. She was surprised, "Yaoyao, you're not in your room? Where have you been?"
"Auntie, I felt the room was stuffy, so I stepped out for some fresh air."
Miao Erlan looked at Mi Yao's pale face with concern, "Yaoyao, are you sick?"
"No, maybe I've just been too tired recently. Auntie, I'm going to sleep now."
"Alright, you rest well, and let me know if you need anything."
"En, Auntie, good night."
Mi Yao entered her own room.
...
In the room.
Mi Yao stood under the shower, washing her body. Her fair skin was covered with marks, both from his kisses and his pinches, it was a pitiful sight.