"Junior Sister, how come you're drunk after just two pots? Junior Sister, Junior Sister?"
The man leaned closer to the bed, patting the woman's face, who remained in a dazed state, unresponsive no matter how he called her.
Junior Sister is so beautiful, just one look can make one's heart race.
If it weren't for the strict family rules, she would have been his long ago.
"Junior Sister, don't blame me for using such methods. At a time like this, if you're wise, you should pretend you know nothing. Even when you wake up, you'd better act like a mute who knows nothing."
Seeing the woman still unconscious, the man began to act more wantonly.
He placed his hand on the woman's hidden places, completely forgetting the tasks assigned by the master before he left. He may call her Junior Sister, but he never truly treated her as one. To him, she was always a beautiful woman first, and only after that the relationship of fellow disciples.
