Seemingly sensing Cheng Yu's gaze, the foreign-race maid who had covered herself so thoroughly slowly lifted her hood and pulled down her mask, revealing a face whose beauty seemed beyond anything of this world.
Already kneeling, she bowed all the way down, prostrating herself before Cheng Yu.
An ethereal, alluring voice rang out.
"Caroline pays her respects to you, my lord Marquis."
Looking at the beautiful foreign-race girl before him, Cheng Yu found her somewhat familiar.
She looked a little like a Night Elf from a game he had once played. Her pale purple skin did nothing to diminish her beauty; instead, it lent her a cool elegance that made one want to defile her.
Though she had seen Caroline many times before, Lady Blake still froze for a moment when she saw her again and heard her voice.
Viscount Blake, standing beside her, flushed bright red and could barely resist the urge to act.
But when he noticed Cheng Yu's indifferent gaze turning toward him out of the corner of his eye, Blake immediately came to his senses and merely straightened his posture a little more.
Cheng Yu withdrew his gaze from Blake.
He paid no heed to the faint contamination permeating the surrounding space.
Looking at Caroline, who remained prostrate on the floor, Cheng Yu spoke in a flippant tone.
"Caroline? What a beautiful name, just like you. Raise your head, Caroline. Let me take a good look at your beauty."
Looking at her face, which was like a work of art, Cheng Yu could not help shaking his head.
"Tsk, tsk. No wonder Blake is so infatuated with you. You really do make a man want to cherish you."
With that, Cheng Yu looked at Blake beside him.
"Well, Blake? What do you intend to do with