Chapter 296: Sick

She took the instruction sheet and flipped through it, but in truth, she didn't absorb a single word.

At night, the comfort from the blowing fan was a real relief, and it wasn't as hot anymore, yet she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She looked at her hands, even feeling the warmth of Jian Zhiqing's body still lingering, as well as his slightly firm flesh, and uncontrollably, she shivered—a cold sweat breaking out despite the sweltering heat.

Her memories of men all stemmed from the torment inflicted by Wang Dali.

Therefore, she was afraid.

She curled up her body, like a fetus in a womb—fearful and terrified. Afraid of relationships between men and women, dreading marital ties, knowing that a man and a woman invariably must follow that path, yet she didn't want to.