"Miss, go sleep in your bed. You'll catch a cold out here."
Suddenly, Shuang'er's voice rang in her ear.
Zhi Wan was startled awake, only then realizing she had fallen asleep slumped over the table. What just happened was merely an erotic dream; the painting she'd been working on was still laid out perfectly where she'd left it.
Seeing her mistress's glistening eyes, flushed cheeks, and delicate panting, Shuang'er assumed she'd had a nightmare. "It's alright, Miss. It was only a dream."
Feeling a pang of guilt, Zhi Wan nonchalantly rolled up the painting and echoed, "Yes, only a dream."
"There's still a while before dawn. Quick, Miss, go lie down in bed," Shuang'er urged.
"Alright." Zhi Wan got up, only to find her legs felt incredibly weak.
Shuang'er helped her to the bed, tucked her in, and then retreated to the outer room.
Zhi Wan's face burned with shame as she recalled what had happened in her dream.
