Duan Fei was panting heavily.
Rong Moyong's voice, however, was very impatient, "Who?"
From outside came the voice of the housemaid, Sister Juan, "Third Master, Miss Zhou has arrived and is waiting for you downstairs."
Miss Zhou?
Duan Fei's eyes widened slightly; she hurriedly tried to get up, but Rong Moyong pressed her down again, his voice low and wicked, "Let her wait."
After speaking, he bent down and kissed her.
...
"Miss Zhou."
Sister Juan went downstairs, "Third Master is busy; he said for you to wait a moment, he'll be right down."
"Oh." Zhou Yueyao's gaze moved away from the pair of women's round-toe flats at the entrance and asked, "Then may I go in and wait?"
Sister Juan nodded hurriedly, "Of course."
Zhou Yueyao took off her high heels, and when her feet touched the carpet, she suddenly asked, "Do I need to change into slippers?"
"Uh..." Sister Juan dared not dictate the actions of the future lady of the house, "As you wish."
