Yin Qinghe couldn't even find an excuse now; on the contrary, she actually understood why Lin Qianqian and Zhao Mengli were so dependent on Qin Yu.
But.
Understanding is one thing.
Pain is another.
Hearing the sounds coming from the private room, she couldn't help but recall the feeling she had when suppressing Qin Yu.
The more so.
The more unbearable it was.
That inexplicable emotion, like wild grass, grew crazily in corners unseen by anyone, impossible to describe, harder still to dispel.
"Huff... huff..."
The main house really wasn't ventilated enough, far too stuffy and hot.
Yin Qinghe sat up.
After much thought, she finally decided to go to the Alchemy Room to escape for a while.
Her Innate Sacred Body just couldn't withstand this.
This was also why Zhao Mengli could fall asleep earlier, but she simply couldn't, having to quietly... contribute Emotion Points.
The next day.
Qin Yu walked out of the room, heading straight for the Alchemy Room.
