The slip dress had no underwear; this had always been her habit.
She looked at the man in shock and panic, his gaze resting on her small face, inscrutable.
Mi Yao's face turned a mix of red and white, her mind in turmoil. By the time she was conscious of her actions, she had already darted off on her slender legs, rushing out.
She ran out of the room and entered her own room.
...
Mi Yao sat alone on the bed, hugging her knees, burying her small face; she didn't know what she was thinking.
Soon, abnormal sounds came from the next room.
Mi Yao didn't have to think; the images already flashed through her mind, causing a headache, so she stretched out her small hands to cover her head and then her ears.
She didn't want to hear these sounds.
...
Next door, Feng Yueming had taken a bath and then walked out in a black bathrobe.
He, too, heard the abnormal sound and immediately knitted his brows, looking at Princess Nikoya on the bed, "What are you watching?"
