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The dazzling sunlight in the afternoon poured into the dim dining room, so glaring.
The autumn breeze blew in from the back of the black and white maid’s dress, bringing a chill that extinguished the ambiguous candle flames. The once romantic candlelit dinner suddenly felt like a cold execution ground.
In the blur, it seemed that a faint white light flickered in the dark dining room.
An didn’t pay attention; her gaze quickly adjusted to the dim environment, instantly encompassing the entire dining room in her sight, leaving no inconspicuous corner unchecked.
There were only three people in the dining room.
One was a seductive scumbag.
Another seemed very honest on the surface, but her behaviors and the good figure hidden beneath the oversized uniform revealed her as a hidden seductive scumbag.
And the last one…
An old man with a balding head?
Anna: “Oh? Is there a guest coming in?”
Shali: “N-no, I’m sorry, this guest, but we are temporarily closed for business.”
The balding old man: “Ah ba ah ba.”
Sweeping over the three of them, An raised her slender eyebrows.
The Young Master isn’t here?
No, the aura and intuition pointed to this dining room.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not here to dine.”
An walked into the dining room.
Her posture was straight, and each step she took was as precise as if measured by a ruler.
She had a dignified temperament, yet walked in as if bringing with her the momentum of a thousand horses.
Anna, who had been curiously sizing up the maid entering the dining room, stifled a laugh while glancing to the side.
But at this moment, as if confronted by a beast entering her territory, she couldn’t help but straighten her back and squint her narrow eyes.
On the other side, Shali seemed to sense something too and became tense.
“I’m here to find someone,” An said.
“Is there a golden-haired man here?”
“Oh? Looking for someone? But barging in like this, isn’t that a bit impolite?”
Anna didn’t answer, simply picking up a nearby glass of red wine and taking a sip, her fresh red lips instantly lighted up like flames.
“At the very least, shouldn’t you knock first?”
“I don’t think anyone knocks when entering a dining room.”
An’s gaze swept over the three again, smiling:
“Or are you doing something unspeakable?”
Anna laughed, “What we are doing has nothing to do with you.”
“That’s true.”
An thought for a moment and took out a photo, “So, have you seen this person?”
In the photo, the golden-haired man was peacefully sleeping, looking serene.
And judging from the arm that was exposed and the chest muscle slightly visible from the blanket, it seemed the man was still sleeping naked.
Being able to capture such an unguarded photo of him spoke volumes of their intimacy.
An—!
Where did that photo come from!
At this moment.
Mu’en, who had turned into the balding old man under Anna’s magic potion, had yet to think about why An was here when he started to sweat profusely!
He quickly realized that as An’s personal maid, it would be easy to take such a photo however she wanted, even putting him in embarrassing positions to shoot an entire collection of shameful play wasn’t a problem.
But the issue was, taking out that kind of photo now was…
“Oh? It seems like… he would be a scumbag. But unfortunately, I’ve never seen him.”
Anna looked at the photo, her tone unchanged, still smiling gently.
But Mu’en felt his legs tremble uncontrollably.
Why are they shaking like this, how shameful.
Mu’en couldn’t help but smack his thigh hard.
Anna clearly didn’t care about your intimacy with Shali just now, why would she care about this trivial matter?
It’s just a photo of him sleeping, right? With Anna’s broad-mindedness, why would she care?
“Hmm?”
However, Mu’en’s violent behavior seemed to catch An’s attention.
“This old gentleman… you seem to be shaking all over, are you alright?”
“I… I’m cold, I’m cold.”
Mu’en squeezed his voice, hoarsely saying:
“People get old, and they always fear the cold.”
“But you seem to be sweating a lot.”
“Hot! I’m hot now!”
Mu’en tugged at his collar, shouting, “This room is too small; it easily gets hot.”
“Really? Old gentleman, at your age, you should take better care of your health.”
“I will, I will!”
“By the way…
An lowered her gaze, sweeping over Mu’en’s clothes with some meaningful insight:
“Old gentleman, you’re dressed quite young for your age.”
Mu’en’s mouth twitched slightly.
The magic potion could change one’s appearance but couldn’t change the clothing.
So at this moment, Mu’en still wore a pure white shirt, with a silver-gray coat decorated with a circle of gold tassels, hand-crafted and tailored, reeking of the frivolity and flamboyance of high-class aristocrats, which was completely out of place as a balding old man.
“This… my mentality is quite young, haha…”
“Is that so? That makes sense, but, this old gentleman…”
An sniffed, the room filled with a rich perfume scent and something peculiar, covering the Young Master’s scent, but…
“I always feel like you resemble him.”
“Re-really?”
“You do, in your movements, expressions, and the frequency of shaking your legs when scared, all… a bit similar.”
An pressed closer.
Step by step, as if treading on Mu’en’s heart.
Mu’en felt his heart in his throat, knowing that if An were to catch him dating outside… especially with two women…
He would die!
He would definitely die!
Even if he didn’t die, Anna would lock him up with iron chains and keep him as a pet for life!
No way, not that!
But the current Mu’en could do nothing.
Because the more actions he took, the more likely he was to expose himself.
The only thing he could do now was pray, pray for An…
“This young lady.”
Just when Mu’en prayed to every deity imaginable, even Nyarla Thotep, to stop An from closing in step by step, suddenly, he felt a soft and fragrant feeling wrapping around his arm.
Anna, the senior, leaned in and hugged Mu’en’s arm, acting like an affectionate couple.
She looked at An, her mouth still curved with a gentle smile.
“Are you mistaken about something? If there’s a problem with your eyes, I can help you call a doctor.”
She paused and said, “Look closely, how could my boyfriend possibly be the person in your photo?”
“Your… boyfriend?”
An glanced at the balding old man, then at Anna, her tone showing a hint of disbelief for the first time.
“Your taste is quite heavy.”
“Isn’t there a saying like that?”
Anna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, full of charm:
“True love can transcend everything.”
