Chapter 72: The Taste
To be fair, our maid was actually rather pure. Why? Because among all the strange thods of [self-amusent] known to humanity, she had never tried any of them.
Rather, she had never even had the thought of entertaining herself, so thinking about it again, not understanding why sothing was “not dried” was quite reasonable.
Even now she still thought it was just sweat from heat.
Eve’s nose twitched. She could not help pursing her lips, thinking that a noble lady truly was different— even her scent of perspiration was unlike ordinary people.
She then lowered her head slightly, calmly observing the so-called undried trace, before raising her eyes again to check Vivian’s reaction.
Under an extrely expectant gaze, half a tongue once again slipped past her red lips, like a snake flicking its tongue, or a house cat drinking water.
Paired with Eve’s expressionless face, it looked inexplicably adorable. Vivian’s heart trembled instantly, and she even forgot to breathe for a mont.
The white-haired maid slowly lowered her head. At this mont, ti in the room seed to stand still, leaving only the involuntary motion like a painting in progress.
Like a mural hung upon a wall, reflecting reality.
Vivian liked the painting titled 《Boat on the Lake》 very much. Even if in reality the little boat sailed upon waters that did not belong to her, rely watching from afar was a form of elegance.
Unfortunately, the appreciation lasted only about ten seconds. When the white-haired maid blinked, she said nothing—yet also seed to have said everything.
Vivian understood clearly. This was a silent inquiry asking whether she was satisfied. She gently touched her in response, smiling faintly.
A beginning and an end, repaynt given—neither owed the other. Appropriate soothing words were also necessary; only then could things develop willingly…
“I must admit, in certain aspects you surpass others. I am very satisfied.”
To be precise… if it had been another person, the ending might have been different, and this developnt impossible. Judging the situation based on the individual still applied.
Being attracted to appearances was not shaful.
Eve’s throat rolled slightly—whether she was savoring or confused remained to be studied.
Although… sowhat strange, it was not too bad. Sothing acceptable but not suited to excess; it did not burden her psychologically.
Even if it had just dropped from a dungeon instance, the main factor was still the person involved. Pretty girls slled pleasant everywhere.
If it were a tank instead, forget it. Eve knew how to distinguish good from bad; she was not foolish.
After an unknown amount of ti, Vivian sat up again, her face restored to its usual arrogance despite a faint blush remaining.
She first looked at the panties in her hand, then ordered, “Turn around. Without my permission, do not turn back, otherwise…”
Before she even finished speaking, Eve had already obeyed, making Vivian click her tongue for no reason.
What was she going to do?
Eve did not know. She simply waited patiently. Behind her ca rustling sounds again—familiar, from just monts ago.
“Alright, turn back.”
Eve complied once more. The little girl had moved to the edge of the bed, elegantly crossing her legs, one hand supporting herself on the mattress, the other resting on her thigh.
The panties had been hidden beneath the pillow—yet not the old pair she had taken off, but the new tie-side one. Then where had the old pair gone?
Vivian felt uneasy under the stare. Her fingertips unconsciously tapped her knee, her crossed legs tightening slightly. Everything looked suspicious, as though she had done sothing unspeakable.
“Eve,” she even called her by na.
“I am here.”
Vivian hesitated, her feelings complicated. Today’s behavior from this girl left her both satisfied and annoyed. Logically, once balanced, there should be no reason to nitpick.
But she was Vivian Hatherin. Since when did she need a reason to nitpick?
She silently recorded this grievance. When she had ti, she would repay it thoroughly. She liked using her teeth, did she? Then she could just wait.
“Go to the wardrobe. Take out all the clothes from the left section. I must prepare for tomorrow’s gathering.”
Eve did not act imdiately. She asked calmly, “Have you forgiven my offense, Young Miss?”
“Tsk, I didn’t even ntion it and you bring it up first! Stop talking and go!”
She was scolded again. Unfortunately, Eve was not a suitable punching bag—she resisted, yet gave no reaction.
Following the order, she quickly removed all the clothes, laid them flat on the bed, and stood aside waiting for Vivian’s next words.
The little figure knelt and sifted through the dazzling pile of expensive garnts, looking left and right, unable to decide.
Then she realized sothing—she was not actually selecting clothes for the party. She turned to the white-haired maid standing by, her gaze almost piercing through her.
“Let
see your taste. Which set looks good?” Vivian held up two dresses.
“They are both beautiful.”
“While I am calm, please do not force
to scold you, understood?”
Who had provoked her now?
Eve fell silent. Looking at Vivian’s half-smiling expression, she wondered whether her answer had been wrong. She had no choice but to choose one casually.
Vivian nodded in agreent when Eve pointed at one, but she was not finished. She took another dress and compared it with the previous winner.
“What about this one?”
“I reserve my opinion.”
“And this one?”
Five minutes later…
Honestly, Eve was growing impatient. The entire process repeated endlessly, and the mountain of clothes still showed signs of continuing the competition.
Finally she could not help interrupting Vivian’s actions. “Young Miss, may we pause for a mont?”
“What?”
“I believe these clothes cannot fully display their brilliance without a suitable person wearing them. Simply choosing endlessly is useless.”
Vivian narrowed her eyes. After rely two and a half seconds of thought, she understood everything. The curl of her lips beca playful, her tone lightened.
“So after going in such a big circle… you actually want to see
wearing them, don’t you?”
No answer. Silence was the best admission. Better to end this quickly—the pretend ga stopped here.
“Hmph, you should have said so earlier.” Vivian laughed softly, her voice full of “you are troubleso” disdain, yet her mood clearly lifted. “Wait. I will show you what a suitable person ans.”
After speaking, she stood directly on the bed, half a head taller than Eve. Then, under the other girl’s puzzled gaze, she turned around with her back facing her.
Without hesitation, Vivian raised her hands and began undoing the buttons of her sleeveless top, opening the package herself.
It slid down slowly, revealing fragrant shoulders, then the back covered by red hair, and finally she tossed the top aside. The scene stirred one’s blood.
She did not hurry to handle the high-waisted skirt. Instead she looked back, revealing only a side profile carrying a teasing smile.
“Young Miss, why did you stop?”
“Hmph, who knows whether a certain blockhead wants to watch,” Vivian joked, continuing to unfasten the skirt. “Without asking or speaking, yet acting bold. Should I not [seek] her opinion?”
Hearing this, Eve folded her hands before her lower abdon and once again bowed solemnly. After straightening, she spoke slowly:
“Please continue.”
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