Tu Hua's head felt heavy and muddled. Sensing someone feeling around her body, she seized the hands of the maid dressing her with unerring accuracy before she even opened her eyes.
With a little force, she easily dislocated the maid's arms.
"Miss, have I done something wrong?"
Although Tu Hua had dislocated her arms for no apparent reason, the maid dared not indignantly demand an explanation.
She immediately knelt, lowered her head, and asked timidly.
Tu Hua sat up on the couch, looked around at the antique furnishings, then looked at the young maid kneeling before her with utmost deference.
Tu Hua: ...
Had she slept herself stupid?
How could a modern woman like her dream of a scene like this?
With her personality, shouldn't she be slaughtering enemies on all sides in her dreams?
"Get up."
Unused to having the young maid kneel while speaking to her, Tu Hua hurriedly told her to rise.
At first, the maid did not dare. Only when Tu Hua reached out to pull her up did she cautiously get to her feet.
"Miss, would you like me to continue dressing you?"
Only after the maid's reminder did Tu Hua realize she was wearing nothing but white inner garments that resembled pajamas.
Uncomfortable with such close personal service, Tu Hua put the maid's arms back into their sockets and sent her out.
She noticed a skirt and top hanging nearby, walked over, and studied them for quite a while before managing to put on the ancient clothes.
Only then did she have time to ponder whether she was actually dreaming.
She certainly did not hold back on herself. Raising a hand, she slapped herself hard across the face.
The bright red finger marks on her snow-white face looked as though someone had deliberately painted