Tang Song lightly coughed, trying hard not to laugh, his tone cool as he said, "Who told you to order for me? Hmm? Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"Sorry, sorry... Prive Marse!"
Jing was scared, her shoulders trembled like a little girl who had done something wrong, her tone timid, and her legs unconsciously clamped tighter.
Tang Song looked at her "seeking forgiveness" appearance, feeling a flutter in his heart.
"Let's begin. I say, you do."
"Yes... okay." Jing was trembling with fear, like a student who had done something wrong being called out.
She started to apologize softly.
Her chest was gently lifted by the straps, swaying with her movements, full of temptation.
Tang Song couldn't help but marvel.
Jing is really interesting!
If one day they put her and the little maid Qingqing together for a "role chaos cosplay," it would definitely be more interesting!
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At precisely 10 p.m., the video call was slowly disconnected.
