Qingyi sat thoughtfully on the large sofa in the living room of his residence in the Burning Red Pavilion.
He scratched his chin, remembering the words he had heard from Lucien.
That couldn't just be a coincidence, could it?
"No..." Qingyi repeated in his mind.
What were the chances?
"Something bothering you?" Margareth approached Qingyi, sitting on his lap.
"Nothing much," Qingyi shook his head, placing a kiss on her lips, one of his hands flowing down to her huge tits, squeezing lightly.
His other hand went up her dress, lifting it above her hips and revealing her thick, creamy, soft thighs, feeling them quiver under his touch.
"Shouldn't you be in your office now? Don't tell me the proud Lady Margareth is running away from her job?" He smiled.
"Nghnn~~ Meilin helped me finish everything early, she should be here soon... apparently a shipment has just arrived and she needs to sign some documents."
