These days, Qin Yuan has been drained from the social gatherings, and with a bit of drinking, she inevitably fell into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, she felt uncomfortably hot all over.
She wanted to turn over but couldn't move, her limbs were weak and powerless.
Struggling to wake up, she fell back into a deep slumber.
It wasn't until the early morning that she slowly awakened.
Gazing distractedly at the sky, it seemed late already. For some reason, her body felt terribly exhausted. Wrapped in a red silk quilt, Qin Yuan turned over. Hearing the noise, Hong Ye entered to attend to her. Seeing Qin Yuan in a confused state, clutching the silk quilt and staring blankly, Hong Ye said, "Miss, it's time to get up."
Qin Yuan lazily responded, the silk quilt gradually slipping down, revealing skin as white as milk, covered with dense marks.
Hong Ye's face flushed instantly.
