Yu Lingqian had just stepped out when Mu Anran immediately threw off the covers and got out of bed.
Barefoot, she walked to the bathroom.
Actually, the first thing she wanted to do when she woke up was to take a bath.
She loved being clean, and lying sticky and clammy for two days was her limit.
Claiming she was hungry had merely been an excuse to get rid of Yu Lingqian.
Now… she still couldn't calmly accept Yu Lingqian's touch.
"Whoosh..."
The sound of water filled the air as Mu Anran stepped into the bathtub.
The steaming mist enveloped her, and her sore body found relief.
The two red marks on her wrist had faded a lot, almost to the point of being invisible.
However, the somewhat hysterical Yu Lingqian from that day still made Mu Anran feel uneasy.
As for the woman in that private room, she no longer wished to pursue the matter.
Yu Lingqian wouldn't let her go, and she had accepted that.
