In the early morning, faint sunlight streamed through the latticed window and onto Qing Yueqiu's face.
She slowly opened her scarlet eyes, rimmed with faint dark circles. Her gaze held a trace of fatigue and resentment.
'All night, Master didn't touch me!'
Qing Yueqiu's gaze fell broodingly upon her sleeping Master. She bit her lip, suppressing the complex emotions stirring within her.
An indescribable sense of shame and vexation welled up inside her.
'I was so obvious with my hints. You could even say I was... trying to seduce him, couldn't you? But Master remained as immovable as an iceberg.'
Although her Master had told her many times that he needed to rest and recuperate, the sensitive Qing Yueqiu—who always felt a little meek in Pei Yuhang's presence—couldn't help but wonder if her own charm was fading.
