Shen Jin sat on the bed, deeply unhappy, staring blankly at the warm yellow light in the bathroom. All the while, she silently thought about Yun Xiaoran.
How did he know about those embarrassing things?
And what was that "special feeling" he had written about in his book...?
Now Shen Jin seriously suspected that Yun Xiaoran had concealed several past relationships from her.
After all, this really did not seem like something the outwardly innocent Yun Xiaoran, who blushed at the slightest flutter of his heart, could have written.
The more Shen Jin thought about it, the angrier she became. By the time Yun Xiaoran opened the door, she might already have imagined an entire palace intrigue drama to rival Empresses in the Palace.
In her mind, she had already played out eight hundred heartbreaking scenes with Yun Xiaoran, straight out of a youthful romance in period costume.
She had even silently shed a tear. In reality, however, Yun Xiaoran was rather puzzled when he opened the door.
"Huh? Why are you sitting on the bed, Shen Jin?"
Yun Xiaoran had no idea about the inner struggle Shen Jin had just gone through.
He simply looked at her in confusion.
"I'm done showering. Your turn." Shen Jin remained unmoved.
Yun Xiaoran seemed to realize something was wrong. He crouched down and looked at Shen Jin on the bed. "What's wrong? Are you jealous, or are you angry?"
Hearing his concerned question, Shen Jin fell silent.
If Yun Xiaoran had not said that, she might still have allowed herself to be angry or jealous for a while.
But once he said it, the proud Shen Jin suddenly began denying everything.
"No, I'm not jealous, and I'm not angry. I'm perfectly fine, and I'm about to take a shower."
"This girl..."
Yun