Bai Xiuxiu: The Pervert Was Me

Bai Xiuxiu: The Pervert Was Actually Me

The next morning, faint sunlight slipped through the thin gauze curtains and quietly spilled over the slightly disheveled bed.

Bai Xiuxiu slowly woke from sleep. Her deep-blue eyes, like a profound ocean veiled in morning mist, held a trace of laziness and daze as they trembled lightly a few times before slowly opening.

She languidly stretched and sat up gracefully from the messy bed. Her waterfall-like long hair spilled freely over her shoulders, with a few strands playfully falling beside her fair cheeks.

Bai Xiuxiu tilted her head slightly and let out a soft murmur. "Mm~~, it's been so long since I slept this peacefully." Her voice carried the soft, sticky comfort of someone newly awake, as if in that instant, she had cast all her exhaustion and worries to the back of her mind.

Then Bai Xiuxiu gave a small, lazy stretch. Her movements were slow and smooth, like willow branches swaying gently in a spring breeze.

Under the gentle caress of the sunlight, her graceful figure was revealed without reservation. A slender waist, long legs—every line was outlined just right, as if she were a work of art carefully carved by nature itself.

The unique charm Bai Xiuxiu radiated at that moment made even the dazzling sunlight pale in comparison. The entire room seemed to glow because of her presence.

Ever since she had sworn to avenge that blood feud, Bai Xiuxiu's life had been filled with endless hatred and pain. Day and night, thoughts of revenge followed her like a shadow, keeping her tense at all times, and even her sleep had become fragmented.

On countless nights, she had woken with a start from dreams, her heart filled with burning flames of hatred.

But now, after waking from this sleep,