For a moment, she had no idea what to say or do.
Should she angrily rush forward and demand to know why her master had fallen so low as to engage in such a sordid act with a man?
Or should she demand in shock to know why Lin Xuan was here, and why he and her master... were so intimate?
Or perhaps... should she simply turn and leave, pretending she had seen nothing, and spare her ice-cold master what little dignity she had left?
Mu Wanqing stood foolishly in the doorway.
Her cool eyes, peering out through the black veil and usually as still as an ancient well, were wide with confusion, bewilderment, and shock. There was also a hint of something she had yet to recognize herself... absurdity and hurt.
The bamboo hut fell into a deathly, suffocating silence.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly in that moment.
Every breath was filled with enough shame and horror to crush a person.
Qin Hongmian remained kneeling, her mouth wrapped around the enormous thing that had plunged her into an endless sea of desire.
She could clearly feel it twitch sharply in her mouth at this sudden turn of events, growing even harder and hotter.
Her only disciple—and also her own daughter—Mu Wanqing stood in the doorway.
She watched her with an expression Qin Hongmian had never seen before, one mingling shock and disillusionment, as she saw her... doing something so shameless and lewd.
Qin Hongmian's mind went blank.
She forgot how to react, forgot that she should immediately push Lin Xuan away, and forgot that she should find something to cover her face.
She simply froze there, shame sweeping wildly through every nerve in her body.
At that very moment, the extreme stimulation acted like the most potent catalyst, setting