On the soft couch not far away.
The usually dignified and elegant City Lord's wife sat up straight, her wavy long hair draped over her back, beads of delicate sweat hanging on her forehead and body.
She wore only a black corset on the upper body, the roundness of her chest lifted high by the corset.
On her legs, black garter stockings drew attention.
The maid found it somewhat unbelievable, her face reddening, somewhat stunned in place.
She knew about the lady and the City Lord; she was responsible for keeping watch and providing cover.
Now, she saw it with her own eyes.
It was hard to believe the lady could be like this.
The undulating movements continued, the crests and troughs shaking.
Fang Hao glanced over and noticed the maid standing still, also slightly taken aback.
His face, too, couldn't quite maintain composure.
He gently patted Rebecca's slender waist as a sign to remind her.
"Um?"