Her silver-white hair covered half of her face, half hidden in the shadows and half visible in the light.
One eye was scarlet and filled with ferocity, the other was as flawless as a ruby.
The interplay of light and shadow revealed a face so perfect it was beyond reproach, half angel and half devil.
The humble butler looked up and, with just one glance, fell into a frenzied infatuation.
His parents, no matter how you look at them, are the most perfect and flawless people in the world.
Whether she was expressionless or filled with murderous intent when she was angry, she fascinated him irresistibly.
Yi Mu noticed the man's infatuated gaze and disgustedly stomped on him.
The butler grunted and lowered his head, but his sickly gaze was fixed on Yi Mu's feet.
The open-toed indoor slippers, made of blue satin, made her fair feet appear as smooth and flawless as jade.
The five toes curled slightly and turned pink from the exertion.
The boy's insteps didn't have many menacing blue veins.
Delicate arches, slender ankles, without an ounce of excess fat.
It's so delicate that it looks like it could be crushed with the slightest force.
The butler couldn't control his hands; they trembled as if he had Parkinson's disease, and his fingers touched Emu's ankle.
Yi Mu watched coldly, without making a move.
The butler initially touched it tentatively, but seeing that Yi Mu did not react, he became bolder.
The five fingers, like cold snakes, clung to the white, jade-like instep, caressing it inch by inch with utmost tenderness.
From the ankles up to the calves, due to excessive excitement, the force was inevitably out of control, leaving red marks.
The butler was breathing heavily, like an asthma patient.
Yi Mu noticed that the thing between his legs had swollen up into a large, rather impressive mass without being touched.
"Shh—"
The pressure on Yi Mu's foot suddenly increased, and Yi Mu knew what he was about to do.
The butler noticed Yi Mu's obedience and his heart was pounding with joy.
He pressed Yimu's foot against his manhood, about to rub it.
Yi Mu stomped down heavily, leaving no room for mercy or pity, his expression as cold as Arctic frost.
The butler bent over in pain; the pain was so intense that he couldn't speak for a moment, only cold sweat pouring down his face, soaking the ground.
No matter how much he tried to refuse, Yi Mu's feet remained firmly planted.
His cold voice traveled from top to bottom, like the next cruel hailstorm.
"I originally wanted to be more patient with you, but unfortunately you're too impatient."
When did he first realize it? Yi Mu thought back carefully.
"Every night you bring me a glass of blood laced with something, like sleeping pills? How could you even think of that?"
"Once the coffin door is closed, you stand outside and masturbate."
I'm curious, just how strong are your sexual and fantasy abilities to be able to masturbate all night through a thick door?
The butler was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He held onto the man's foot, all his romantic thoughts gone.
Yi Mu hadn't finished settling scores with him yet. Feeling that the thing under his foot had completely gone limp, he disgustedly moved his foot away.
The butler lay curled up at his feet, his face smeared with tears and saliva, looking disheveled and disgusting.
"I've always been puzzled as to why, despite the tight security, there are still some clueless individuals who dare to trespass on my territory."
I just found out that you went to Country S about six months ago, right?
Yi Mu's final question was delivered in a very gentle tone, without any hint of accusation.
The butler's pale face suddenly turned ashen, and his last glimmer of hope vanished.
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