Shi Jin slept very soundly, enjoying the large step-out bed all by himself.
In the morning, the Second Master had not come back yet. She stretched beautifully and was about to get up, but suddenly her body stiffened and she dared not move.
After a long time, she got out of bed tremblingly, lifted the quilt and saw a pool of red on the pale white silk quilt embroidered with dark patterns.
Because the brocade quilt was made of precious and elegant fabric, the red color was even more shocking, poking Shi Jin's fragile nerves bit by bit.
She stroked the silk quilt with trembling hands, and when she heard a noise outside, she quickly covered herself with the quilt like a thief to prevent anyone from noticing her mistake.
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