Of course, the bed was very soft, the most expensive mattress, airlifted from France. When Di Ma fell onto it, she wasn't hurt at all.
"You... what are you doing..." Di Ma asked nervously, shrinking her body, sliding toward the corner of the bed.
"Nourishing you."
The man said, enunciating each syllable playfully.
He then got onto the bed effortlessly and caught her, grabbing her small hand, which was drenched in a thin layer of sweat.
This silly woman was really nervous.
But when she opened her mouth, pretending to be clueless, it was so amusing, "I can work in such a wealthy household as yours, I'm already pretty well off..."
"I mean nourish here!"
The man's fingers moved as though electrified towards her sensitivity, making her pale with fear, "You're going to rape me!!!"
"Isn't it allowed?" The man whispered warmly at her crimson ear.
"I have a child and a husband!"
