The morning sun filtered through the high jade windows of the Inner Sanctum, but Yue Yue didn't feel like a holy servant of the temple.
She felt like hiding under her blankets forever. Two days had passed since that chaotic, heated night with Feng Yanshen, and she still hadn't seen him.
He had disappeared right after that night, leaving her alone to deal with her own burning embarrassment.
Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered herself begging him, calling his name without a title, and acting like a complete seductress.
"I was so shameless!" she whispered, burying her face in her pillow.
"I should just dig a hole in the garden and stay there until the end of the world. How am I supposed to look at his God-like face again without turning into a tomato?"
In a way, she was thankful to the Beast God that he was gone. It gave her heart time to stop racing. But she had a bigger problem.
