Ming Yao's eyelashes hung down as she sniffled and sobbed.
Neither of the two men had faced such a situation before, and the atmosphere became somewhat stiff, cold, and silent.
At this moment, Little Snowball, who had been sleeping on the sofa, meowed and leaped onto Ming Yao's body with a whoosh.
Lately, Ming Yao had fed Little Snowball well, fattening it up. After last night's 'violence', her body had not yet recovered. The sudden leap from Little Snowball came with such force that her legs instantly gave way.
Just as she was about to fall, Gu Siting instinctively caught her.
His long palm landed on her waist.
But as he steadied her slender waist, he felt a sense of familiarity.
Soft, delicate, barely fitting within his grasp.
Just like the waist of the woman he had held not long ago.
Gu Siting's gaze became complex as he looked at the little maid before him.
More than once, he had found her similar to that woman.
Why was that woman successful last night?
