The skirt automatically shrunk up, exposing part of her legs that weren't originally covered.
The eyes of the man behind him were obviously much darker.
Xixi didn't look back, she knelt on the ground and concentrated on wiping the mess she had made.
She was very dedicated to what she was doing, her eyes fell on her hands, without even looking in his direction.
He didn't even notice that part of his chest was slightly exposed when he leaned over.
Qing Muchen's eyes slowly wandered along her raised buttocks to the looming lace under the chiffon on her chest. In the dark eyes, a cluster of flames seemed to be caught in the wind on the grassland at night. The fire touched him, and his dark eyes suddenly became hot.
Xixi grew up in a different environment than ordinary people, and her alertness is much higher than that of ordinary people.
The movement of wiping the porridge slowed down, and she looked in his direction from the corner of her eye. Her clear eyes met his, and her body froze when she saw the undisguised flame in his eyes.
"I'm going to change the mop!" After calming down his face, he quietly pulled the hem of his skirt, stood up, lowered his head, and wanted to walk away from the man next to him as if nothing had happened. As soon as he took a step forward, his wrist was suddenly touched. A strong force pulled him.
Xixi's back stiffened and her steps stopped.
Turning her gaze stiffly to him, she asked calmly, "Master, is something wrong?"
Qing Muchen's gaze swept across her face inch by inch, his knowing eyes twisted hers, and the look he looked at her was like a sharp wind, which made her skin ache when it blew on Xixi's face. .
His gaze was actually very penetrating.
It's obviously not scary, but it makes people feel oppressed invisibly.
It takes enough courage to look at him.
Xixi's back was straight and she looked at him calmly without flinching.
The two people stared at each other for several minutes.
Just when Xixi was about to find an excuse to leave, the man next to her unexpectedly spoke up, "Were you seducing me just now?"
He spoke slowly.
Each word was like a small bomb, exploding in her ears, making Xixi burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.
"Where did the young master come to this conclusion?" His face did not waver at all due to his words. Xixi raised her beautiful chin slightly and asked calmly.
"Who allowed you to show up in the kitchen dressed like this?" Qing Muchen glanced at her too-short skirt and looked at her with a critical look.
"This is the uniform maid uniform of the Qing family. The work in the kitchen was explained to the housekeeper by the young master a few days ago." Xixi defended herself calmly.
"Do the maids of the Qing family need to kneel on the floor to work?" Qing Muchen's eyes were fixed on the hem of her skirt that just covered her legs, word by word, as if he was convicting her seriously.
All the expressions on Xixi's face suddenly froze, and she straightened her expression. She did not refute his words, but just calmly retorted, "Tell me, young master, if you don't kneel down with a rag, how should you wipe the floor?"
Qing Muchen's face froze slightly, and his eyes moved downwards at a forty-five degree angle, looking down at her arrogantly raised face. His eyes reflected a cold light, "Showing off, and making excuses?"
You can kneel when cleaning the floor, but how many people kneel like her and expose their back and front again
Xixi's originally calm expression darkened almost in a second.
Is he forcibly convicting her