The anticipated scene of three women lying awkwardly and embarrassed did not appear.
The room was unexpectedly quiet.
The clothing fragments and overturned wine vessels scattered across the floor from last night's revelry had been roughly tidied, though traces of the aftermath remained, permeating with a decadent scent, far from the unsightly mess she envisioned.
More importantly,
there was only one person in the spacious room.
Chen Yi sat alone at the edge of the bed, holding a tea bowl, his demeanor relaxed, even lazily.
At this moment, he slightly lifted his head, smiling at her.
Yin Weiyin's heart skipped a beat.
Xiao Yin knew that his smile was particularly ominous, and Yin Weiyin, who often suffered, knew even more as a chill skittered up her spine.
Moreover, in her anticipation, Qin Qingluo, Min Ning, Lin Wanxiao... those three women were supposed to be here, either asleep, ashamed, or helpless, yet none were in sight!
