The next day, Yu Qiao Qiao slowly woke up from her sleep.
Just a slight movement of her body made her realize her whole body ached, and there was a faint pain down below.
Even though Chen Yan had been very gentle last night, Yu Qiao Qiao still felt a bit overwhelmed.
She felt like last night she was like a small boat in a storm, drifting, drifting, drifting... and then with a "plop," she fell to the ground.
She thought... it was terrifying.
Although, upon reflection, it seemed comfortable, but... remembering the scene at the time, she always felt a bit scared, panicky.
And... she felt so useless.
It was as if she hadn't done anything, and she couldn't take it.
She simply couldn't coordinate with Chen Yan.
Throughout the whole thing, she was like a rag doll, being manipulated by Chen Yan.
Aside from exhausting Chen Yan's energy, she made no contribution at all.
Involuntarily, she felt a bit depressed...
