There is no doubt about the designer's talent, so is it because she looks too servant-like and cannot support the quality of these expensive clothes and cannot convey her noble temperament?
Haiyue lowered her eyelids in shame, her face burning, "I'm sorry..."
sorry?[
She likes being a servant so much and doesn’t want to be the young mistress of the Sikong family?!
When Sikong Jingqiu heard this, his whole face turned dark, his eyes were terrifyingly sinister, like an enraged lion, and he roared angrily, "Song, Hai, Yue! What do you mean?"
"I just -" Haiyue was shouted back several steps and looked at Sikong Jingqiu in panic. She didn't know why he was suddenly angry. She had already followed his request and tried her best not to affect his original life.
Already?
"Just what?" Sikong Jingqiu stared at her, his jaw tightened, and his dark pupils looked stiffer than cold rocks.
"No, it's nothing." Haiyue's hand holding the thermos began to tremble. Facing the angry-looking Sikong Jingqiu, even if she really had something in her heart, she didn't know what to say, not to mention she didn't have any ideas now.
I just want to quickly leave the living room, which is a bit breathtaking, and go back to my room to rest.
"Nothing?" Sikong Jingqiu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Haiyue's chin, and said angrily and dangerously with half-squinted eyes: "Song Haiyue! Do you think I am a fool?"
"I——" Haiyue looked at him blankly, really not knowing what to do.
The atmosphere in the living room instantly became tense.
Lin Youyi, who had always been left alone, glanced at the wall clock, glared at Haiyue with dissatisfaction, walked up to Sikong Jingqiu, hooked his arm, and deliberately lowered the slowed-down whispering noise, which made people feel hairy all over.
Soft, "Master Sikong... I'm just a servant who's hungry and needs something to eat. There's no need to make such a fuss. It's already past one o'clock. Let's not waste time here. Let's go upstairs to rest."
As Lin Youyi spoke, she ambiguously placed her majestic breasts on Sikong Jingqiu's arms and rubbed them, which was full of provocation.
Haiyue looked away, not wanting to see their flirting without anyone noticing, but her chin was tightly locked, unable to move.
She thought that she might never be able to adapt to the decadent life of a wealthy family and their blasphemous attitude towards feelings.