Before Qiao Yu could even process what was happening, the blankets were ripped away, a sudden chill washing over her. A woman's voice, dripping with contempt, cut through the air. “So, you’re the one who seduced Master Bo? You’ve got the looks, I’ll give you that. But you’re just a one-time thing—like a napkin, used and tossed aside. I’ve seen countless women like you.” Qiao Yu propped herself up