Soon, sounds that sparked the imagination echoed from the private room.
Su Qinghan's ears burned red. She couldn't stand Chu Chan at all and could only rise to her feet with a wooden expression and leave the private room.
She didn't know why, but her dress felt damp and sticky, as if soaked with sweat, clinging to her body.
Chu Chan was deliberately trying to provoke her, and while Su Qinghan wouldn't stoop to her level, watching her cling to Jiang Lan still left a sour taste in her mouth.
'Logically speaking, aren't I supposed to be his concubine?'
'In what way are my looks or figure inferior to Chu Chan's?'
'Is it just because I don't know how to act coy?'
Su Qinghan couldn't tell if it was her imagination, but she felt that Jiang Lan had been somewhat distant lately.
During the journey from Yu Yi City to Anyang City, she had been cultivating in her cabin on the painted boat. Jiang Lan never sought her out, and they barely spoke.
