Summary
With our contract about to expire, everyone said my patron’s unforgettable first love had come home.
I could feel it too. Lu Lingxiao’s gaze had grown colder by the day, and lately he found fault with everything I did.
One night, after we finished, Lu Lingxiao fell into a deep sleep.
I couldn’t sleep at all. After tossing and turning for ages, I crept to the bedside cabinet for some pills. I had barely swallowed them when I met Lu Lingxiao’s dark, brooding eyes.
His lips curled in mockery. “Qin Yishuang, are you really that desperate to take medicine?”
I could have cried.
Damn it.
Did a substitute have no human rights whatsoever? Was I not even allowed to take melatonin now?