"Young Master Qin... uh..."
The maid's brain cells collectively committed suicide as she realized her catastrophic error—she'd barged in without permission, and worse...
Her young master was in bed with his rumored fiancée!
In approximately 2.3 seconds of visual scanning that would make airport security jealous, the maid's eyes catalogued the crime scene: disheveled clothes, Cassian's shirt unbuttoned in a way that screamed "we were definitely doing something," and the girl's jacket dramatically flung onto a chair like it had been yeeted there during passionate—
Oh god.
The maid's face cycled through the entire color spectrum as Cassian's gaze turned glacial enough to flash-freeze hell itself. She immediately stared at the floor like it contained the secrets of the universe, seriously contemplating whether defenestration would be less painful than whatever punishment awaited her.
"Who. Told. You. To. Enter."
Each word dropped like guillotine blades.
"I... I..."
