Shi Su didn't speak because her hands were wrapped in the blanket, and it wasn't easy to change positions in front of Jing Jihan.
She simply wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and squirmed on the bed, eventually burying her head under the pillow to remain silent.
But she was afraid Jing Jihan might make a comment: Like an emperor's concubine's first night in the chamber, shy and uncomfortable.
So she simply squirmed further to the other side of the bed, moving to the edge to keep a safe distance from him, then stopped moving and continued to bury her head under the pillow.
Standing coldly by the bedside, Jing Jihan looked down at the little woman who was particularly neurotic, sensitive, and emotionally fragile today. Considering her emotional turmoil earlier, he didn't provoke her further and turned to leave the room.
