"Ah." Yier lifted her head, looking at the large mirror in front of her, as well as the unwavering gaze of Mo Huasong. She really wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it.
This is the end. In her haste, she had forgotten that there was a large mirror in the bathroom. Now, her young master saw everything. She was mortified.
Now that her young master called her over, could it be that he wanted to—
The more Yier thought about it, the more scared she got. But she dared not reject Mo Huasong.
Even if Mo Huasong asked her to die, she would willingly do so, let alone if he wanted her body—
Thus, with a blushing face, Yier timidly walked to Mo Huasong's side.
A flawless, exquisite body appeared before Mo Huasong's eyes. The sight of such an alluring body would probably set any man's heart aflame, right?
However, Mo Huasong did not leer at her. Instead, he had a serious look on his face, his gaze fixed on the area above her heart.
