Hearing Mei Ling's words was a shock to Lin Feng. Although he was a bit naïve when it came to matters of the opposite sex, he wasn't entirely ignorant—he understood exactly what she was suggesting.
Is this kind of thing normal? Is Huang Bei also being catered to like this by that other servant?
His gaze drifted to Mei Ling, taking her in more carefully. She was petite, standing just below his chin, with delicate shoulders and a slender waist that accentuated the soft curves of her figure.
Her skin was pale, smooth like polished jade, and her black hair—cut just above her shoulders—framed her face in a slightly messy yet alluring way.
Beneath the fringe that brushed her brows, a pair of dark eyes shimmered with a mix of hesitation and something else he couldn't quite place.
