Sitting alone on the sofa for ages.
Seemingly reminded of something, Qiao Mo began rummaging in the room.
Every step she took was still unbearably painful.
She couldn't understand why some people consider carnal pleasure as enjoyable.
At least, the past two times for her were nightmarish, even thinking about it made her instinctively resist.
Dragging her weary body, Qiao Mo rummaged through a medicine box but couldn't find what she was looking for.
The room was turned upside down by her, and she had no mind to tidy it up again.
Putting on a coat, she went downstairs, where Uncle Zhong was the first to approach: "Does Miss Qiao need anything?"
Qiao Mo forced an ugly smile: "Nothing, I'm looking for Nanny Wang."
Uncle Zhong called Nanny Wang over, glanced at Qiao Mo, then turned and left.
"Miss Qiao, you called for me."
Qiao Mo's throat was somewhat dry: "Nanny Wang..."
