Her face was full of shock and disbelief, but what made her feel even more uncomfortable was the uncontrollable heat rising in her cheeks.
The shadow of the window lattice fell slantwise across her face, breaking her astonished expression into fragments.
The warm candlelight spilling from inside illuminated her lower lip, which she was biting hard, and her phoenix eyes, usually as cold as ice, now filled with nothing but unmistakable shyness and fluster.
She even squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again, wondering if the late hour had made her see things. But the thin pink silk dress, Gan Baobao's demure kneeling posture, and the undisguised joy on her face all stung Qin Hongmian's eyes with perfect clarity.
There was not a trace of humiliation at being forced on Gan Baobao's face, nor the slightest hint of pain at being coerced.
Instead, Qin Hongmian saw a deep affection and joy, heartfelt and unlike anything she had ever witnessed.
And when she saw Gan Baobao draw Lin Xuan's foot into her arms and support and warm it with her high, sacred breasts, Qin Hongmian was struck as if by lightning. She froze completely.
A surge of heat rushed to her cheeks, and even her ears began to burn.
The foot was enveloped by those full, snowy mounds, sinking deep into them, as if it would crush and conquer that softness completely.
Th-this was still the Gan Baobao she knew?!
How could she... how could she do something so... so shameless and bold?!
To use... that place... to...
A storm raged in Qin Hongmian's heart! She couldn't make sense of it at all! She only felt uncomfortable all over, as if she herself were standing beneath that suggestive candlelight, scorched by such intimate closeness.
What kind of magic did that