Jing Sitian felt a bit uneasy; she had never experienced such treatment since she was a child, but with her hand firmly held in Baili Mu's palm, she felt much more at ease.
She felt as if she had suddenly gained a powerful armor, shining brightly.
She looked at Baili Mu again, suddenly wanting to snuggle into his embrace.
He was her god, her male god.
No one dared to act recklessly anymore. After obediently bowing and apologizing to Jing Sitian, they all slinked away, with Tang En standing by the door, letting them out one by one like a guardian.
Finally, everyone left, and Tang En respectfully closed the door.
Jing Sitian sighed in relief. Although these annoying people eventually bowed and apologized before leaving dejectedly, she still felt uncomfortable as long as they were present, as if the air had been stifling.
Now, she could finally take a deep breath comfortably.
She got up and opened the window, letting fresh air flow in.
