It had happened far too suddenly.
So suddenly that Hong Huang had not been mentally prepared at all.
She had entered the magma with Ye Feng to seek an opportunity, not to flirt and fool around, much less sleep with him.
Hong Huang was Ye Feng's maid.
She was also a noble lady of the Upper Realm and had her own admirers. Zhuo Yun, the battle servant of Shi Er Meng, was one of Hong Huang's admirers.
As a maid, Hong Huang had mentally prepared herself to become a bed-warming maid.
She was quite pretty.
She had confidence in her appearance.
A maid could not decide the course of her own life.
Hong Huang had mentally prepared herself to sleep with Ye Feng. She had even, even considered becoming his concubine, or having Ye Feng make her accompany his distinguished guests.
Maids had no freedom in life.
With a single word from their master, a maid could become a guest's bed-warming beauty at any time.
Hong Huang did not scream.
Because she had already mentally prepared herself for it. She simply had not expected that day to come so soon.
Hong Huang: "..."
Hong Huang froze. After pondering for a moment, she muttered softly, "Master, are we doing it here?"
Hong Huang's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, her heart pounding like a frightened deer.
"No, we need to go deeper," Ye Feng said.
"Master, as a maid, I have no right to make requests of you. But... but I still want to make one request. Could you grant me one small request?" Hong Huang lowered her head, speaking very quietly as her delicate hands gently clenched.
"What request?" Ye Feng asked.
"I will serve only you, not anyone else," Hong Huang said.
"Serve me?" Ye Feng was