C24 Private Secretary

Jian Huan woke up from her dream. Her breathing was rapid and her breathing was especially clear in the darkness.

Her forehead was covered with cold sweat. She bent her knees and wrapped her arms around her. She did not turn on the light and just sat on the bed.

She forgot what she had dreamt of. Was it Yem Jingshen who pulled her braids and called her child bride unrestrainedly