The next day, when Xiao Yu woke up, she was the only one in bed. She turned her head to the side on instinct; the sheets there were perfectly neat, which meant Gong Ting hadn't slept here last night.
Her eyelids drooped slightly. She couldn't tell whether she was relieved, or disappointed.
She sat up. The pain in her back wasn't as bad anymore. She picked up the loose sweatshirt beside the bed and put it on, then got up and walked into the bathroom. There was a brand-new set of toiletries on the sink; judging by the colors, it was prepared for her.
Back when she stayed here before, she had her own room and would only occasionally spend the night in the master bedroom. This was the first time she was washing up in the master bedroom, and she suddenly had this inexplicable feeling of being the lady of the house.
After thinking it over, she felt that idea was way too embarrassing. How could she possibly be the lady of the house? It was pure wishful thinking!
