Ten minutes later, Wendy returned to her room—her face was red.
She had been in a hurry to escape, so she did not have time to change her bathrobe. Wendy leaned against the bedroom door and covered her chest with her hands—her heart was pounding.
The scene still echoed in her mind. Wendy had wanted to scrub Watson's back because that was what her brother, Liszt, had told her to do. As a nobleman's maid, she had a responsibility to serve her master—she would have to cook for him, help him with his bath, and even warm his bed.
Wendy was still young, so no one would expect her to warm her master's bed, but she could still help with the bath. However, she did not expect it would be that awkward.
"Young Master has a huge penis! No, no, Young Master's body is really strong. No!"
Wendy suppressed the wild thoughts in her mind and took a deep breath. Suddenly, she was a little worried.
