Chapter 118
Little Qiao was lighting up the candles in the room. She was twelve years old this year. She was presently bent over, with her butt under a small white dress facing Max. Its perkiness was a huge temptation.
The hem of her skirt reached towards the knee. With her present bent-over position, the silhouette of her round, perky butt was clearly visible through her skirt.
“Ahem…” Max coughed lightly. Having awoken, he was feeling refreshed and alert.
Little Qiao heard him immediately and quickly spun around.
“Young Master, you’re up! There’s still some fungus soup boiled with vegetables in the kitchen. Would Young Master like a bowl?”
“What time is it now?”
“Almost the Hai hour,” Little Qiao hurriedly replied.
Max did the conversion in his mind. The Hai hour was between ni
