A knock at the door startled her awake. Xiāngxuě, Qín'ér, Zǐyān, Yùyáo, and Zhǐlán slipped inside, their heads bowed low. None dared to lift their gaze. Mo Tian's aura pressed down on them—cold, sharp, and laced with killing intent. Handsome as he was, not one of them had the courage to look up and admire him.
Zhǐlán and Xiāngxuě served the food while Zǐyān, Yùyáo, and Qín'ér went to the bathhouse beside the room to fill the bathtub with water. Once Zhǐlán and Xiāngxuě finished, they slipped out as if something were chasing them, Zǐyān, Yùyáo, and Qín'ér were no braver. As soon as the water was drawn and the bath made ready, they hurried out one after another, vanishing as though chased by unseen ghosts.
