Mrs. Liu stood at the door, a faint blush on her face that had weathered the marks of time.
She intended to call the Palace Master and Witch Master down for dinner and was about to knock when she heard the provocative sounds coming from the room, causing her raised hand to stiffen in mid-air.
Listening through the door, Lin Shuqing's enticing and captivating cries felt like such a stark contrast.
Is this still the gentle, graceful, cool, and noble Palace Master?
"Ah, young people these days are even crazier than we were back then."
She couldn't help but think of Lin Shuqing's grandfather, who had already passed away; back then, he was young and strong and really tormented her and her sisters.
…
Inside Lin Shuqing's bedroom.
At this moment, Lin Shuqing was taken down from the bed, pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window glass on the balcony by Sun Zhe.
"Smack, smack, smack..."
