Chapter 7
613 Words
"Shh! Don't panic." His long fingers nudged her lips, and he laughed softly as he looked around. "I've made a boundary, so don't be nervous."
"Oh!" She was relieved, her face rippled with two sweet smiles.
"You're not small anymore, and you should fall in love, whether it's a great love or just plain water. You've loved before, and you'll know the feeling of being attached to someone; you must be brave to take the first step... ah! It seems that someone has gone upstairs..." He should also go back.
The sound of footsteps from far away seemed panicky, heavy, and urgent, approaching the door step by step.
"By the way, the cost of these goods will be deducted from the potions you sell on consignment, and I'll convert the rest into human notes and deposit them into your bank account." The Golden Witch said as she stepped into the hole of light and lifted the boundary.
"Hmm, I see." With a nod, Mu Wanqing put the golden orb away.
Before leaving, the Golden Witch stepped out with another foot. "My 'Love Elixir,' don't forget it."
The dazzling light disappeared in a flash; the gray walls were, as usual, with no traces of destruction, as if no one had ever come or gone.
The sun rose lazily outside the house, and a few pigeons flew through the window and pecked at the breadcrumbs on the front garden tiles, oblivious to the panic of humanity.
When the urgent knock on the door suddenly, Mu Wanqing, without thinking about pulling open the door, was completely unaware of this time. The clothes were not neat, still not buttoned, pajamas wide open, snow-tender breasts, delicate and provocative.
"Have you seen the second young master? My master has disappeared ... cough! Ahem! Miss Wanqing, do you want to add some clothes first?" The anxious Old Mac suddenly showed his embarrassment and hurriedly turned his eyes away. "Why do you need to add clothes..." She looked down and pulled her collar together in panic, turning her back and buttoning it up.
Because she was shown most of her breasts, Mu Wanqing closed the door in shame and took out her housecoat as fast as she could, changing into it on her hands and knees.
However, she was still uneasy and afraid of negligence, and she examined her whole body in the old-fashioned pearwood mirror to ensure there was no impropriety before she pretended to be calm and intended to open the door.
Suddenly, her witch's sixth sense reappeared, and she felt two fiery gazes piercing through her clothes and staring at her uncovered backside.
Not disgusted, but with a tingling sensation of weak legs, she turned around abruptly to meet a pair of bold and wanton silver-grey eyes.
"Ah! You... you peeked at me changing-"
The evil-eyed Keres raised an eyebrow flirtatiously, returning a sneer at her overreacting accusation.
"What happened? I heard Miss Wanqing's screams of... fright! ''Second... second, young master, why are you in Miss Wanqing's room? Old Mac has been looking for you everywhere...'' Old Mac subconsciously looked towards the young master's immobile feet and then at the wheelchair that was placed at the side; his mind was in a state of confusion.
How did the second young master get from the first to the third floor?
There was also the bed...
A man lying on the bed, seemingly full of food, a small woman with a shy face and hickeys on her chest, what did they do to each other that there was no need to ask?
He drew his conclusions.
Second, Young Master and Miss Wanqing...
I got into, got into, got into bed.
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