Distorting Right and Wrong, Reversing the Situation

Lorraine lazily leaned on a chaise lounge, wearing a cinnamon-colored silk slip dress. She reclined, showcasing her graceful and charming figure. Her arm rested on the sofa's armrest, and the loose neckline revealed an infinite allure.

Hearing her assistant's words, she slowly raised her eyes, extended her toes, and used her toenails painted in red to lift the assistant's chin, mocking him, "What, do you feel sorry for her?"

The male assistant's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly explained, "I'm just speculating boldly because I see Miss treating her with some care..."

He paused for a moment and added, "I misunderstood; I broke the rules."

In his early twenties, the man had an extremely handsome face with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Paradoxically, he had a pair of watery, innocent deer-like eyes, evoking a sense of protection.

Even kneeling on the ground with a humble posture, he didn't appear demeaning but rather stirred a sense of pity.