As An Roushui saw the master beckoning to her, she was momentarily stunned. It wasn't the kind of disbelief that comes with being pleasantly surprised, but rather a moment of confusion, as if she were seeing things or imagining them.
Even when the maid behind her chuckled lightly with a teasing tone and gently nudged her from behind, An Roushui was still somewhat bewildered.
With a complex mix of emotions, An Roushui remained in the same posture, kneeling straight as she crawled to the man's feet.
This humble posture, if seen before doomsday, would likely have broken many men's hearts. Their goddess, appearing so humble and servile, crawling weakly to a man's feet, displaying a submissive attitude.
And that man, sitting high and mighty, could enjoy the submission and reverence of a stunningly beautiful young lady, satisfying his sense of conquest and pleasure.
