Upon seeing this, Madam Xu called out, "Young Miss, what's wrong?"

He called her several times, but Xiao Qingyin didn't respond.

So he called out to the side room, "Alright, come over here quickly."

Two rough-looking old women with wet towels tied around their faces came out of the side room, silently walked into the storeroom, and lifted Xiao Qingyin up.

...

"Cousin, your sister is waiting for you inside."

Xiao Qingrong led Yao Guangmao to the side room next to the garden and chuckled hoarsely.

Yao Guangmao looked flattered.

"She...she really wants to?"

“Of course,” Xiao Qingrong replied, her face behind the veil full of sarcasm. “Cousin, you are more handsome and refined than the heir of the Marquis of Yong’an. My sister fell in love with you at first sight last time.”

Yao Guangmao immediately looked smug.

"She has a good eye."

"Hurry up and go in, your sister must be getting impatient."

Xiao Qingrong opened the door and gave Yao Guangmao a push.

Yao Guangmao staggered two steps and almost fell. Xiao Qingrong's lips curled into an evil smile. Just as she was about to close the door, she suddenly noticed that the bed inside was empty.

Where is she? Why isn't Xiao Qingyin in bed?

In her moment of surprise, a slender hand reached out, grabbed her collar, and pulled her into the room.

Then the door clicked shut from the outside.

Xiao Qingrong realized what was happening, pounded on the door, and shouted, "You bitch! Let me out!"

But to her horror, she discovered that her throat seemed to have gone hoarse, and she couldn't make a sound.

Just then, Yao Guangmao, his face flushed and his eyes glazed, lunged at her.

"Cousin Yin, I love you, let's have some fun!"