Su Jin was bewildered.
Xie Jingchen whispering sweet nothings to her?
Is this a joke?!
Xie Jingchen spoke softly, but Su Jin's voice was not low at all.
The maids around turned red in the face from hearing it.
They had never seen the Young Master so openly ask his wife to whisper pillow talk.
With the temper of the Young Master's wife, could she really whisper pillow talk as gentle as a spring breeze?
Wasn't the Young Master afraid that if the wind was too strong, it would blow him straight onto the wall?
The maid's imagination ran wild, and her cheeks ached from laughing.
Su Jin was carried back into the house in a daze.
Xingxing stepped a foot in too but was pulled back by the collar by the Hidden Guard.
A maid with no sense of occasion.
But with that pull, Xingxing's heel caught the threshold, and she lost a shoe inside.
Xingxing stood on one bare foot, kicking at the Hidden Guard.
The Hidden Guard, "..."
Inside the house.
Su Jin wiggled her feet.
