Chapter 82: Her Other Side
As instructed, Eve stopped her retaliatory behavior against the little girl. She happened to notice that the edge of the tights was uneven, so she took advantage of the mont to slip her fingertips into the narrow gap between the fabric and the skin to adjust it slightly.
It made Vivian feel ticklish. Although she sounded faintly irritated, she did not complain. Under Eve’s careful attention, the delicate feet were soon neatly dressed.
After the two of them stepped out of the bedroom together, the Head Maid waiting outside the door had clearly been standing there for quite so ti. A trace of urgency hung on her face, and she visibly relaxed when she saw them erge.
“Young Miss, the car arranged by the main house is already waiting outside. We can depart now.”
“Mm. Have the people been selected? If anything goes wrong, I will hold you responsible.”
“Rest assured, Young Miss. Please trust my years of experience.” Sylvia wore a smile and adjusted her monocle, her eyes filled with the confidence of [knowing everything].
Watching her Young Miss hook her arm around the maid’s, acting as naturally as lovers, she could not help but sigh inwardly. Is Sister Eve really moving this fast? It has only been a few days and she has already won her over?
Ah, I was wondering how they could stay in the room all day and only be willing to co out now. Could it be that last night Sister Eve did not hold back against the Young Miss?
Not good, not good. That is far too hasty. Although I really want to see them reach a happy ending, I still have to consider the Young Miss… she is so small…
What if she cannot endure it?
While Sylvia was still brainstorming, Vivian thought nothing of it. Slightly lifting her chin, she looked both proud and delicate. It was just a convenient action; she simply felt awkward if she was not holding onto sothing.
It was not until the Head Maid escorted them all the way to the car that she stopped her advancing steps and raised a hand to bid farewell to the two departing vehicles.
As the saying goes, a mountain cannot go a day without a tiger.
Naturally, she would not follow them. After all, Morninglight Manor still needed a core to operate, and she could just take this opportunity to relax a little and slack off.
A beautiful day starts with admiring flowers and drinking tea in the pavilion.
The drizzle continued.
Drifting between heaven and earth, raindrops falling from the eaves struck the ground and splashed into tiny blossoms of water, looking very much like the tears of a rmaid from a fairy tale—crystal clear, beautiful, yet faintly desolate.
On this rainy and chilly day, Vosini's Central Comrcial Street, a main thoroughfare connecting to the grand halls of elegance, welcod a massive procession of vehicles.
Various cars crawled forward like snails, arranged neatly, spaced evenly front and back. Between every two rows of cars, a wide passage was tacitly left open for people to shuttle through.
And each group of convoys corresponded to a different family.
The trunks stood open, revealing densely packed arrays of greeting gifts inside. Brilliant light overflowed as gold and silver intertwined, and various precious jewelry was displayed within, looking particularly spectacular.
It drew passing pedestrians to uniformly stop and observe.
As guests, after all, no one wanted to present a stingy and petty image in front of outsiders. If one stood out in this segnt, they would inevitably beco the center of everyone's attention.
“Good heavens, that is all money right there! With such a display, the Perry Family's prestige is truly massive.”
“This looks extrely expensive at a glance. I wonder if my one month's salary could even buy it.”
“One month? Do not make
laugh. Taking any single item from in there could keep you fed and worry-free for a lifeti. This is what it ans to be wealthy.”
“Without exaggeration, I also have that packaging bag.”
Tonight, the local tycoons of Vosini, major factions, and representatives of super families gathered here. From this, one could see...
...just how great the Perry Family's reputation and influence were. Not only did they possess a minority share of comrce, but they also held the deterrent power of a firearms arsenal, which was absolutely beyond ordinary comparison.
However, regarding this gathering, no discerning person believed it was rely a simple get-together. It was nothing more than for the purpose of drawing in factions or discussing business cooperation.
Inside an inconspicuous sedan...
Eve gazed calmly at the crowds and street scenes outside the window. She lowered her head and asked a certain little girl lying across her lap, “Young Miss, are we not leaving?”
“What is the rush? Is it not still early? Going out will only be cold anyway. Let
warm up first.”
After saying that, Vivian utilized the lap-warming thod. However, it was Eve's lap. The effect was outstanding; another person's warmth was simply different.
Because the interior of the sedan was specially customized, with a partition separating the front and rear seats, Vivian could beco increasingly bold, replicating the things she only did in the bedroom.
A touch for you, a touch for .
Straddling her lap face-to-face, she playfully toyed with the emblem pendant on the collar like a bored kitten, watching the maid whose attention was entirely on the window.
She asked out of the blue, “How is it? You have never been to such a grand occasion before, have you?”
“No.”
“Hmph, this Young Miss is taking you out to see the world, but could you please bring your attention back here for a mont?” Vivian muttered in dissatisfaction, then imdiately blew a breath onto the tip of the maid's ear.
Another light tremor ca from beneath her. Vivian could not help but widen her eyes. It was as if she had discovered a new toy, full of excitent and curiosity.
Feeling it was not enough, she blew again, and that light tremor arrived as expected. How fun.
Eve pursed her lips, feeling helpless inwardly, and calmly dissuaded her, “Young Miss, please do not do this. I will be very troubled.”
It was no less than self-destructing and directly stating her ear was her G-spot; there was no difference. Moreover, it did not sound like dissuasion at all; instead, it seed to be cheering the other party on.
“Oh? Interesting. So it is here...”
Vivian intensified her efforts, enduring the tingling sensation of resistance at her hips, and blew into the ear several tis in a row. She practically turned the maid into a wind-up toy—wind it twice, and it moves twice.
Now she had finally revealed a flaw, right?!
Eve instinctively turned her head away, only to be pressed back by the other party. This novel and bizarre sensation was even more unbearable than being stabbed directly with a knife.
What a joke. When did she beco so weak?
But the next second... what ca by her ear was not just warm breath. Eve suddenly stiffened with a jolt, as if the ti-pause button had been pressed.
Her earlobe felt as though it were enveloped by a flower bud, soft and warm. A petal occasionally brushed past teasingly, leaving behind dewdrops like morning rain.
“Young Miss, wait a mont...”
“Shh, be good, do not resist,” Vivian whispered softly by her ear, gently covering her mouth with her hand. Yet her eyes revealed pure amusent. “To actually show such an expression—you cannot maintain your disguise anymore, can you? This truly surprises .”
Slurp~
!!!
Eve closed her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed. Even though it was rely her ear being teased, it actually made her secretly grit her teeth. Even the thought of pushing the other party away beca as chaotic as the drizzle outside the car window.
It was difficult to think. Emptying the brain was the only correct answer.
She was still holding on. At the very least, she would not let out embarrassing sounds like Vivian had. Was it not enough? Or were there other CG points?
Vivian could roughly understand. Unfortunately, now was not the appropriate ti. Even with the partition concealing them, sounds were unavoidable. It would be better to try again another day...
After a long while, she finally stopped teasing the earlobe. Before withdrawing, she did not forget to give it a light bite—very erotic. But there was sothing else even more erotic than her.
The maid's breathing had long since beco disordered. Instinct drove her to tightly grip the jade-like feet in an attempt to distract herself. Her deliberately maintained calmness was betrayed by the fact of her red lips slightly parting and closing repeatedly.
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