Su Qingyue unabashedly brushed a hand over her body, causing Lady Liu to exclaim in alarm, "Young Master, you you you!"
Qingyue pushed her backward, pinning her body against the wall with her arm, blowing softly on her face, "Aren't we just a perfect match?"
"I'm not worthy of you, Young Master..."
"You say that again."
"It was my mistake..." Just as Lady Liu was about to move her hand to 'his' chest, Su Qingyue clasped her wrists, lifting them above her head and pressing them against the wall, "Do you want me to 'take' you right here?"
"As you wish, Young Master..." Her voice was sweet and seductive.
Su Qingyue's hands crossed, one hand gripping one of her wrists, while the other pinned her wrist below, thus controlling her with one hand.
Her body moved, but her eyes were on the corner of the wall.
She knew, just around the corner, someone was standing there.
From the breathing, she determined it was a man.
She needed only to step around the corner to see him.
