Ji Yan: "..." Ugly dogs are always causing trouble.

...

After Shen Jiao finished eating and drinking and washed up, Ji Yan still hadn't returned.

It was already late at night, and I figured the tyrant was probably floating around on the rooftops of Langya Pass, indulging in his noisy nightlife.

She was forced to sit for a whole day under duress. Although there were cushions, her back and waist ached from sitting so long. She was really struggling to stay awake and her eyelids kept drooping. She decided to sleep first and deal with everything else tomorrow.

She already had hair loss, but she absolutely couldn't stay up late, otherwise she would go bald even more, and the price was too high for her to bear.

Ji Yan was a loner, with a solitary personality and a volatile temper. Apart from Wang Fu, there were no other maids in his bedchamber. Even Wang Fu dared not stay there at night. As a result, the important task of leaving the door open for the tyrant could only be entrusted to Shen Jiao.

So, does she still have some status?

Before going to bed, Shen Jiao left the door slightly ajar.

That night, in a daze, Shen Jiao felt a heaviness on her body, as if something prickly was pressing down on her. It came in waves, getting heavier and heavier, making it difficult for her to breathe, and she almost suffocated.

She was abruptly woken up by the suffocation.

It felt like a small mountain was pressing down on her; the air was stagnant, and she couldn't see any light. Shen Jiao panicked, fearing the beauty would suffocate. "Help..."

The moment I opened my mouth, I took in an unidentified object. It was soft? Layered? And it smelled wonderful?

This is……

Shen Jiao sensed something, her survival instincts kicking in. She frantically dug through the pile of unidentified objects, peeking out half her head. The candle was still lit, and she saw a mountain of roses piled on her body…

Ji Yan, holding a stack of roses, stood atop her head, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.