"Hmph! Even if I really did become... a... a slut... it would all be that old bastard's fault..."
Xu Qinghuan twisted and turned on the bed, her face flushed as a faint moan slipped from her throat.
A woman like her had one great virtue: she never wasted time blaming herself.
She pinned all the blame on Jiang Ye.
"That old bastard even complained that I was too loud..."
"It was obviously all because he was too..."
The more Xu Qinghuan thought about it, the hotter her body became, as if she had a fever.
Suddenly, the last thing Jiang Ye had said before leaving flashed through her mind like lightning—
"Three months from now, I'll turn Jin Hai's wedding into a funeral. You don't need to worry about anyone finding out that you've lost your true yin!"
Those words were like a bucket of ice water poured over her head, cooling the heat in her body.
"That old bastard is completely insane. How could he dare say something like that..."
Jin Hai was a true disciple of Golden Star Peak!
And that old bastard wanted to turn his wedding into a funeral?
Could he really do it...
Yet she had no choice but to believe him. There was no other path she could take.
Her thoughts grew more and more tangled. Shame, fear, anticipation, doubt... all kinds of emotions knotted together like a ball of tangled thread, winding tightly around her.
Her head grew heavier and her eyelids drooped lower, until at last she drifted into a deep, hazy sleep.
Moonlight streamed through the window lattice and fell across her face, illuminating her still-flushed sleeping features.
She curled up beneath the covers, her brows faintly furrowed, as though even in her sleep she could find no peace.
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