Ye Sihan did not show any emotion on his face, Xu Yu simply frowned, got up, and left the bed.
Tang Yu saw Ye Sihan enter the bathroom and always felt that the man's complexion wasn't quite right; he really was inscrutably fickle.
Seizing the chance before Ye Sihan came out, she went to the cloakroom and pulled on a nightgown to wear.
It was Ye Sihan's men's nightgown, very large, like a child sneaking into an adult's clothes, then dragging her nearly lifeless body to leave in a panic.
After returning to her room, Tang Yu couldn't help but collapse onto the bed, "Ah..."
Her body was so weary.
Just walking that short distance felt like it nearly took her life.
Ye Sihan was absolutely not human! He was the incarnation of a devil!
After resting for a while, Tang Yu propped herself up, went to wash up and find clothes to wear.
In the mirror, her neatly dressed reflection hid all traces of the night perfectly.
As if nothing had happened at all.