The silk curtains were casually lifted, and Miss Donggong's embroidered bed seemed to have been tossed into the lake, soaking thoroughly, enveloped in a hazy, damp mist.
Chen Yi casually pushed aside the plump thigh draped over him and leaned forward, half-propped before her.
Her snake-like eyes were dim, as if they had entirely lost their luster. Her complexion was pale, tinged with a faint blush.
Chen Yi stared for a long time.
At last, she moved. Her tall figure curled inward slightly, her face shrouded in shadow, and she spat out a single word: "Leave."
Chen Yi twisted viciously.
Qin Qingluo hissed in pain, her gaze sharp as a snake's, as though wishing to tear him apart limb by limb.
"No matter what, I saved the Prince's life and detoxified him. Acting like this... isn't that a bit ungrateful?" Chen Yi said with a smile.
