Xiao Yu looked at the clothes on the tray, the silk as light as cicada wings, so transparent she could see the pattern on the tray, and felt nothing but humiliation in her heart. She pulled her lips slightly, "Give me the clothes."
The servant carefully handed her the tray. Xiao Yu didn't take the tray but directly grabbed the nightgown on top and turned to walk upstairs.
Morin looked up at her thin back, waved his hand to signal the maid to retreat, shook his head in sigh, and turned to report to the young master.
Back in her room, Xiao Yu threw her bag angrily on the sofa, looked down at the nightgown in her hand, wishing she could tear it to pieces. Gong Ting, you're too insulting!
But she dared not tear it, even though she hated it, she dared not tear it.
Gong Ting received Morin's call, feeling incredibly irritable. Except for that day when he came home drunk and forcibly had relations with her, although he stayed at the villa during this period, he had never touched her.
