Perhaps this was the only shred of dignity she could preserve as a prisoner.
Yet what happened next completely exceeded Bai Chenxiang's expectations.
Ye Xuan walked to the bedside without the slightest hesitation, grabbed a corner of the pink brocade bedsheet, and gave it a hard yank!
"Rustle—!"
With a soft sound, he tore off the white-and-pink bedsheet and casually tossed it toward the door.
Then, he grabbed the mattress underneath, the pillows, and even several peach-blossom-embroidered cushions on the bed, throwing them all out in one go. They piled up by the door like a heap of discarded trash.
Bai Chenxiang was utterly dumbfounded.
Her eyes widened as she watched Ye Xuan's smooth series of movements. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
Th-this... what was going on? Wasn't he planning to do that sort of thing to her? Why was he throwing out all her bedding instead?
Before she could react, Ye Xuan took out a set of clean bedding from his storage Soul Tool.
It was a set of pure black bedding that looked to be of excellent quality. There were no patterns on it, only faint azure-gold runes embroidered along the edges.
With brisk, practiced movements, he spread the black mattress over the bed and smoothed out its wrinkles. Then he folded the black blanket and placed it at the head of the bed, every action orderly and unhurried.
He completely ignored Bai Chenxiang, who stood nearby staring in disbelief.
Bai Chenxiang's cheeks were still flushed, but the bashfulness and fear had long been replaced by profound confusion.
She looked at the bed now covered in black bedding, then at Ye Xuan's handsome face, which showed no trace of emotion. Her heart was filled with questions.
What exactly was he trying to do? Had he