February 3, 2024, the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, Saturday, clear.
Bang!
A muffled thud rang out.
Xu Qing rolled right off the bed, her forehead smacking straight into the thick carpet.
"Ugh... that hurts..."
She lay there sprawled facedown with her hair all over the place. Several seconds passed before she lifted her head, her eyes vacant.
Before her was the familiar bedroom of the Royal Suite at the Paris Grand Hotel.
No golden dome.
No maritime palace over a dozen stories tall.
No crazy Tall Mare holding a marker.
No imperial guards in Flying Fish Robes.
And definitely no White Judgment Hall, no noblewoman questioning her, no maid outfit, and no hell-level scene like "go make the bed."
There was only the pale golden morning light leaking through the gap in the curtains, and the electronic clock glowing quietly on the bedside table.
7:30 a.m.
"Phew."
She let out a long breath and went limp, collapsing weakly onto the carpet.
"So it was a dream..."
"Wuu... that scared me to death..."
She mumbled a couple of lines under her breath, then raised her hand and patted her chest, which was still pounding wildly.
But in the next second, the pair of stockings she had seen in the bathroom last night, the clearly abnormal creases and tugging marks at the tops of the thighs, and Ouyang Xuanyue's slightly flushed face, her somewhat loosened long hair, and the overly glossy color of her lips...
All rushed back into her mind in an instant.
Xu Qing's expression stiffened little by little.
She scrambled up from the floor and first looked left and right on instinct.
The suite was silent.
Tang Song really was not there.
With that guy's increasingly outrageous schedule, he had probably already finished working out, showered,