I gently wiped his face and the exposed parts of his arms with a towel. Just as I was doing this, the door opened again, and the two maids from earlier entered the room. One of them curled her lips disdainfully and said, "No wonder the supervisor told us to keep an eye on you at all times. You really are useless."The other maid shot me a cold glance and muttered unhappily, "Good thing we came back in, or we'd end up being blamed if something went wrong because of you."As they spoke, they approached the bed and began moving their slender fingers skillfully. Before long, the man's clothes were being removed piece by piece, falling to the ground. I stood to the side, my eyes widening, my mouth forming an "O" shape. This… this was way too much! Were they really stripping him completely? When I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the man's perfect, bare body, my breathing became irregular, and a strong sense of suffocation washed over me. Oh my God, please, can I stop looking now?"What are you staring at?" One of the maids shoved a towel into my hands impatiently. "Hurry up and wipe his body.""Oh." I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, steadied my breathing, and shakily took the towel, beginning to wipe his chest. His breathing was erratic, and when my hand touched his skin, I could feel the laborious rise and fall of his chest. For some reason, a strange sense of pity welled up inside me, and my fingers became gentler as I carefully wiped downward."Meanwhile, the two maids worked on his lower body. Watching their sly, knowing glances as they exchanged smirks, I could tell exactly what was going through their minds. Sure enough, they began subtly competing for territory, carefully "claiming" key areas while cleaning him. I frowned, feeling both irritated and helpless. I was just a newcomer—what right did I have to say anything?When I finally finished wiping his chest, the two maids had already fought their way through his lower body. I wiped the sweat from my face, only to look up and freeze. To my horror, I realized that the man on the bed had opened his eyes at some point, and those icy, cold eyes stared back at me with a chilling intensity.I gasped, startled, and the two maids noticed as well. They immediately broke into sweet smiles, bowing slightly as they respectfully greeted him, "Good day, my lord."The man's gaze grew darker, his tone low yet sharp like a blade. "You two—get out. Don't let me see you here again."The two maids paled instantly, terror written across their faces. Without a word of protest, they stumbled and rushed out the door in a panic.Sensing that things were going south, I hurriedly threw all three towels into the basin, grabbed the water basin, and prepared to slip out as well. At this moment, escaping the scene was the safest option."You…" He took a long, deep breath, turned his face slowly toward me, and said in a firm tone, "Come here. Help me get dressed."I froze, but seeing no way out, I reluctantly put down the basin and trudged back to the bed. With trembling hands, I picked up his clothes and began dressing him, moving carefully as if any wrong move might trigger his anger. At one point, as I leaned in to adjust his clothing, I could feel his disordered breathing, and my own breath also grew ragged. I lowered my head further, not daring to look at him.The robe was long, so after dressing his upper body, I carefully smoothed the fabric over his lower half. Avoiding his sensitive areas, I meticulously adjusted his clothes, pulling the fabric down to cover his legs.Once I was done, I turned to leave, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist. Startled, I let out a small cry. "Don't scream," he said softly, almost tenderly.He pulled me toward his chest, our breaths mingling into an ambiguous haze. Leaning against him, I could smell his intoxicating scent. I dared not look into his eyes or think about what might happen next. Closing my eyes, I steeled myself—if he gave me a kiss, I might as well accept it. After all, who could complain about being kissed by such a handsome man?But the next second, he shocked me—he bit down on my wrist, hard! Blood gushed out instantly."Ah!" I screamed in pain, the sound echoing off the ceiling. A tearing, indescribable pain shot through me. "What are you doing? We have no grudges! Why are you sucking my blood?" I cried, tears streaming down my face."He paid no attention to my cries, his lips pressed firmly against my wrist as he drank greedily. Terrified, I screamed and struggled, reaching up to yank his hair in a desperate attempt to pull him away. "I'm just here to work! I don't want to die here, stop it!" I wailed.His eyes flashed coldly, and in an instant, he let go of my wrist with one hand and grabbed my struggling hand, his grip so strong it felt like my bones might shatter. My cries turned into whimpers as the pain overwhelmed me. Still, he continued to drink, his fingers holding me firmly in place.As my blood drained away, my head began to spin, my vision blurring. My screams grew weaker and weaker until finally, darkness swallowed me whole.In the final moments before I lost consciousness, I thought I heard the door being thrown open and the supervisor's panicked voice calling out in shock…