Qing Yueqiu stared at her Master holding Lin Qianyan so intimately, and her head instantly started to buzz.
She subconsciously clenched the hem of her robes, her knuckles turning white. Her crimson eyes first widened in disbelief, then she hastily lowered her gaze.
'Did... did I come at a bad time?'
'Maybe Master deliberately sent us away when he had me and my junior sister escort Mistress out?'
'I was just too dense.'
'I didn't understand what Master meant.'
'To think I was worried a drunk Lin Qianyan would do something to Master, and I even rushed back here...'
'Didn't I just go and ruin Master's good time?'
'Nice one, Qing Yueqiu. If you had just played dumb, everyone could have been happy. But no, you had to come back and expose it all!'
Qing Yueqiu felt a tightness in her chest, and her nose began to sting.
She unconsciously touched her flat abdomen, her fingertips trembling slightly. As she turned to leave, the hem of her dress swirled in a frantic arc.
