Lying on the bed and observing JiMingshao's movements, she felt a little embarrassed. There was no floor tile on the floor, and the whole floor was covered with gray cement. The ground was black and gray, looking a little wet.

　　It reminded her of Samuel. He was born in a wealthy family and had the best cradle in the country. Could he sleep in such an environment for a night? She wondered.

　　The moldy smell of the quilt and pillow spread to her nose, and she also felt a little uncomfortable. She thought for a while, or she would not sleep separately with Samuel tonight. It was not an accident...