Down the hallway, a small head would pop out from time to time, peeking at Pei Yuhang's door.
Whenever she saw that the door remained stubbornly shut, the graceful figure would curse under her breath and stomp her foot in frustration.
'It's already noon, and neither Sword Immortal Pei nor Qing Yueqiu has come out...'
'That shameless little hussy Qing Yueqiu must have seduced Pei Yuhang and gotten her hooks into him again!'
Ji Xichan stared at the closed door, her heart in turmoil. It was as if she could see through the wood to the two lovers entwined within.
Envy, jealousy, and resentment churned within her. Ji Xichan felt as if ants were crawling all over her, an unbearable itch she couldn't scratch.
'If everything had gone smoothly last night, I should be the beauty lying next to Pei Yuhang right now!'
