Lixue stripped out of her sleepwear and stepped into the bathroom, letting the warm water cascade over her. Her mind replayed the exchange with Mo Ran. He had always been shameless, but the way he had spoken this morning—his mix of playfulness and seriousness—made her uneasy.
"What's his game?" she muttered to herself as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. "One moment he's infuriating, and the next… he's almost considerate."
She shook her head, trying to brush off the lingering thoughts. She had bigger things to focus on—revenge against the Yu family, rebuilding her life, and ensuring she was never used or discarded again.
Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from her room, dressed in a simple yet elegant black blouse and fitted slacks. Her damp hair was pulled into a sleek bun, and a touch of gloss highlighted her lips. She wasn't about to give Mo Ran the satisfaction of seeing her flustered or disheveled.