Xia Linyin was startled and quickly cupped Cinderella's face in her hands. "Cinderella, what's wrong?"
Ah~
Cinderella let out a sizzling scream that sent shivers down her spine, then pushed Charlene away and fell to the ground.
Hearing the screams, the servants waiting outside hurriedly pushed open the living room door. "Miss Agatha, are you alright?"
The servants who rushed into the living room gaped in astonishment upon seeing the scene inside.
The beautiful young girl lay at Miss Agatha's feet with hazy eyes, her cherry-like lips slightly parted, and her face flushed with an unusual blush, as if she had been given the most potent aphrodisiac.
A surge of blood rushed to the servant's head. "Ah! Miss Agatha, I didn't see anything! Please continue!"
With a "bang," the servant closed the living room door again.
Xia Linyin: "..."
"I'm sorry, Miss Agatha, I...I..." Cinderella covered her face, her voice already trembling with sobs. She didn't know why things had turned out this way, and felt that all the ugliness of her life had been exposed today.
After stammering for a while, Cinderella finally managed to say, "I've already taken your measurements and will make the dress for you."
Seeing Cinderella covering her face, Xia Linyin knew it was best to let her have some peace and quiet. "I'm going upstairs first. You can make your clothes in that cubicle downstairs. The fabric and tools are all ready for you."
Charlene helped Cinderella up the stairs. Only after Charlene left did Cinderella lower her hands from her face. She felt a little frustrated and a strange sense of panic, afraid that Miss Agatha already hated her.
However, it turned out she was overthinking it. About an hour later, Miss Agatha knocked on the door of the cubicle.
"Cinderella, I just made some cookies, would you like to try some?"
With a "click," the cubicle door opened, and Cinderella stood shyly in front of it, twisting her fingers.
Xia Linyin smiled gently, then went inside and placed a tray of cookies and milk on the table. "Come and have a taste, I made it myself."
Cinderella slowly moved over, biting her lip and stealing a glance at Xia Linyin before quickly looking away, glancing left and right before finally fixing her gaze on the freshly baked and still-warm cookies.
The cookies made by Miss Agatha Christie herself are so satisfying to look at.
Unconsciously reaching out her hand, just as Cinderella was about to grab the cookie, Charlene suddenly grabbed her hand.
How did you cut your finger?
Ah~
As if her most sensitive spot had been suddenly gripped, Cinderella couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
It was just a hand, but a strong tingling sensation spread from the right hand that was being held throughout the body like an electric shock, and the whole body instantly softened as if its vital point had been squeezed.
"Did I pinch you too hard? I'm sorry," Xia Linyin said apologetically, but when she saw the scratch on Cinderella's finger, she frowned. "Why weren't you more careful? I'll go get you some ointment."
Although it was just a small scratch, Xia Linyin still carefully applied medicine to Cinderella's wound. Seeing Cinderella burying her head again, not daring to look at her, Xia Linyin sighed softly and left the room.
Xiao Li is now making her feel completely helpless.
After confirming that Charlene had left, Cinderella raised her hand and sniffed deeply. Ah, it was the sweet scent of Miss Agatha and the cool smell of the ointment.
Agatha herself applied the ointment to her.
Cinderella sniffed the scent on her hands, revealing an expression as if she had taken an overdose of hallucinogens.
She sniffed her hands like an addict, her expression intimate but not at all lewd, given her exquisite and beautiful features.
Such an expression on her face only added a layer of vibrant crimson to her fairy-like, fresh and refined face, giving it a decadent beauty, like a lily stained with dark red blood.
Smelling the scent, Cinderella couldn't resist licking the spot where Charlene had just held her hand. Her tongue slid across the back of her hand, and Cinderella closed her eyes, revealing a sickly smile as if savoring something delicious...
It tastes like Miss Agatha Christie~
The slowly unfolding smile contained a sense of satisfaction that instilled a sense of inexplicable dread.
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