Qian Yixiu felt like crying but had no tears. She had always thought that since Uncle Liang grew up with the Old Monk, he represented a breath of fresh air among the nobility of Capital City, pure and virtuous, without the airs of entitled young masters, and his desires should not be too strong.
Only now did she realize that when things go to extremes, they can reverse course, and pent-up urges released are even more dreadful.
However, there was one benefit, which was that sleeping next to this red-hot charcoal basin was very warm, and she wouldn't need Grandma Tang anymore. It seemed to be a bit of a blessing. Because the original owner of this body had been born too small and with a weak constitution, even when she became healthier, she was still susceptible to the cold. After getting chilled at Cave Sky Pool on a special day, she felt the cold even more.