Chapter 8

The live stream ended, but Bo Anzhi was still huddled in the bathroom.

I kicked the door. No response.

Fine. I turned off the lights and went to sleep by myself.

The room was pitch black.

Every now and then, a sob, mixed with a resentful growl, would drift from the bathroom.

I laughed so hard I nearly clawed a hole in the blanket.

The cold, creepy ghoul was finally having his breakdown.

I was drifting in and out of sleep when the covers were lifted.

A small mountain formed on the edge of the mattress.

The large bed shook with his trembling.

“If you’re going to sleep, sleep. If not, then just die!”

Bo Anzhi shot up.

A pair of strong hands immediately pulled me out from under the covers.

I was about to let him have it when a desperate moan reached my ears.

“Tell me! You’re just playing with me, aren’t you? You have no intention of giving me a proper title?”

“I may be a ruined cabbage now, but I still have my pride!”

“I was raised to be virtuous and chaste, to uphold a husband’s honor! I will never again engage in such sordid affairs with you!”

I let out a cold laugh and flicked on the light.

The room was instantly flooded with brightness.

Bo Anzhi’s eyes, swollen like ripe peaches from crying, sparkled in the light.

When he met my direct gaze, he pettishly turned his head away.

“Ji Yan, you never loved me. You only ever saw me as a plaything.”

“A plaything with no name or status… how is that different from being a mistress?”

I thought that made a lot of sense, so I nodded in agreement.

Bo Anzhi’s face went white as a sheet, and he clenched his fists.

“I… I… I really… am a mistress?”

I facepalmed.