Sima You Yue felt that she had been picked up, carried over on someone’s shoulders, and taken to a house.

  This was a well-decorated room, but the scent of the incense burner reflected the lack in taste.

  She was thrown on the ground. Although she was covered with a thick carpet, she still made a muffled noise.

  “Hmph, damn it, even if you don’t put me on the bed, it’s alright to put me on a chair, even if you have to put me on the ground, can’t you be lighter?” Sima You ..