Ye Qiu was comfortably lying between Xiaomai's legs. Xiaomai seemed to think it was only natural, and Xia Jing could only watch, feeling that Ye Qiu's relationship with this young maid was not so simple.
However, on second thought, it seemed normal. Xiaomai was young and beautiful, unlike herself, a widowed woman who was said to bring misfortune to husbands. No matter how alluring, no man would dare touch her.
Around eight in the evening, Ye Qiu went upstairs to continue surfing the internet, planning to head out to the suburban hills around midnight.
Unexpectedly, at ten at night, there was a rapid knock on Ye Qiu's door.
"What's going on?"
"Just now, Xiaomei went to my villa and found the maid dead there."
Xiaomei didn't know that Xia Jing was staying with Ye Qiu and assumed she was at the villa. She went there to call for Xia Jing without getting a response and was shocked to find the maid unresponsive as well.
