Sunlight stubbornly filtered through the gaps in the curtains that were not fully closed, casting a few blurred pillars of light into the room filled with a strange odor.
Huayin’s long, flame-like eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then, those red eyes, hazy with sleepiness, slowly opened.
The moment consciousness returned, the first clear sensation was as if countless dwarves were simultaneously striking anvils inside her head, sending waves of dull pain surging through her nerves.
“Ugh…”
She let out a groan of pain and instinctively raised her hand to rub her throbbing temples.
‘Damn… why does my head hurt so much…’
She thought groggily, but then secretly felt relieved.
Fortunately, she possessed the bloodline of the Phoenix, giving her a recovery rate far beyond that of ordinary people.
No matter the cause of this headache, it would surely fade before long…
Before that thought could fully dissipate, her nostrils were invaded by a scent that could not be ignored.
It was an… extremely unrefined smell…
Furthermore, the source of this scent seemed particularly concentrated, coming from right beneath her…
Stiffly, Huayin lowered her head, inch by inch.
What met her eyes was a dark, unsightly stain on the bedsheets beneath her that had already halfway dried.
In an instant, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, the fragmented, chaotic, and incredibly clear memories of last night rushed back into her mind.
The sight of Ange’s dejected back as she left… herself stumbling onto this bed… the dizziness and inexplicable excitement brought on by the alcohol… and that behavior, driven by a sense of revenge and self-abandonment, imitating Ange…
She had not only done it… she had… left evidence!
“Ahhhhh!!!”
A scream that sounded like the reincarnation of the Ancient Magical Beast Phoenix, mixed with shame, horror, and a total breakdown, suddenly erupted from Huayin’s throat, shattering the morning silence.
This scream also instantly jolted Ange, who was lying carelessly on the cold floor and had not been sleeping soundly.
She sat up abruptly, rubbing her eyes blankly.
Her long silver hair was a messy tangle as she looked toward the source of the sound — the red-haired Eldest Miss on the bed who looked as if she had seen a ghost.
“What’s wrong…?” Ange’s voice was still raspy and muddled from sleep.
However, her bewildered question was like pouring oil on a fire.
When Huayin saw Ange wake up, especially when she met those violet eyes that seemed to hold a hint of “what’s the big deal,” her own absurd… wild… and shameless behavior from the previous night seemed to be magnified countless times as it was displayed before the other party.
Her reputation! Her image! It was all going to be ruined!
Huayin’s face instantly turned so red it looked as if it might drip blood, and even the tips of her ears became a tempting shade of pink.
She practically used both her hands and feet to roll off that “sinful bed.” Ignoring her headache, she rushed to the door like a frightened rabbit.
Kada. She locked the door tightly, then flew to the window and pulled the curtains shut completely.
It was clear she was desperately trying to ensure that no third person would ever know what happened here.
Only after finishing all this did she lean against the cold wall, her chest heaving violently.
She glared at Ange, who had just climbed up from the floor, with eyes burning with the fire of shame. Her voice trembled with agitation.
“You! Why didn’t you stop me?!”
Looking at the Eldest Miss before her who was practically about to self-combust from shame, Ange sighed helplessly and spread her hands, her tone holding a resigned calm.
“Stop you? How was I supposed to stop you? By knocking you unconscious?”
She pointed at the mess on the bed.
“It’s just tit for tat. You soiled mine, I soiled yours. Now… at least in terms of the bed, we’re even, aren’t we?”
“Even?!” Huayin seemed stung by the word, her voice suddenly spiking in pitch.
“How can this be even! This is… this is fundamentally…”
She was so angry she became incoherent.
She could not accept that she had actually done such a thing, and she certainly could not accept Ange’s “wiping the slate clean” attitude.
Intense shame and ventless fury intertwined and clashed within her heart.
She suddenly raised her right hand. Within her palm, a cluster of hot, bright golden-red flames flared up.
The power of the Phoenix surged uncontrollably under her emotional state.
Her pupils, which were burning with flames, stared fixedly at the stain on the bed. A simple, crude thought took over.
Burn it! Erase these filthy, shameful pieces of evidence from this world entirely! Not a shred can remain! Not even ashes can be left behind! Yes! Tear this building down too! All of it!!
“Hey! What are you doing!”
When Ange saw the flames in her palm and her “taking everyone down with her” posture, her expression changed instantly, and she cried out in alarm.
But Huayin seemed unable to hear anything anymore. She swung her arm, intending to press that leaping flame down onto the bedsheets!
“Never! I can’t let anyone see this!”
“Hey! Calm down!”
“Filthy things! All of you, vanish!!!”
“Stop it!”