2: Chapter 2 My lord... what brings you here?

"Dare you come down?"

Yang Liu's seductive voice still echoed in the courtyard, and accompanied by the beckoning of her fingers, it seemed to possess an invisible magic that climbed along the wall, tightly ensnaring the man's heart.

Qin Feng lay prone on the wall, his brain racing.

Run? Where could he run?

If this woman were to raise her voice and shout "There's a thief" right now, within ten breaths, the fierce and malicious guards from the outer courtyard would rush out with blades in hand and hack him to pieces.

In Servant District 666, a middle or upper-rank Menial Laborer beating a lower-rank Menial Laborer to death was no different from crushing a stink bug.

But if he went down... that was Steward Wang's woman...

Daring to touch the forbidden property of a superior often led to a fate ten times more miserable than death.

Flaying? Burning like a human lamp? Any one of these would make him regret coming into this world.

"What's wrong? You had the guts to climb onto this lady's wall in the middle of the night, but no guts to come down and sit for a while?"

Seeing Qin Feng frozen there, not moving, Yang Liu narrowed her long, slender peach-blossom eyes slightly. The smile at the corners of her mouth faded a little, and her tone carried a hint of imperceptible chill.

She said, "I will count to three. If you still don't come down, I'm going to call for help. One—"

"Don't, my lady, don't shout! I'm coming down, I'm coming down right now!"

Qin Feng was terrified to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, no longer caring about rules or fear.

Of two evils, choose the lesser; survival right now was what mattered most.

He pushed hard against the wall with both hands, his body flipping over like a slippery loach, sliding down the moss-covered wall.

With a "thump," his feet landed on the bluestone-paved ground of the backyard.

Qin Feng's legs went weak, and he almost knelt directly on the ground...

"Splash—"

The sound of water by his ears suddenly grew louder. Qin Feng instinctively looked up, only to see Yang Liu actually standing up directly from a huge wooden bathtub.

The moonlight, like water, poured over the woman's unhidden, delicate body.

Her skin, like top-quality mutton-fat jade, exuded a lustrous sheen. Water droplets slid down her long, swan-like neck, tracing curves that made one's Bloodline surge...

"Boom!"

Qin Feng felt his eyes instantly scalded, daring not to look directly. He lowered his head abruptly, staring fixedly at his own toes, his breathing becoming incredibly heavy.

"M-my lady... you..." He stammered, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

He was just a low-level Menial Laborer, and in his past life, he was just an ordinary beast of burden. Having lived two lifetimes, where had he ever seen such a spectacle?

"Hee hee hee..."

Watching the young man's green and embarrassed appearance, Yang Liu couldn't help but let out a burst of silvery laughter.

She then leisurely pulled a semi-transparent red thin gauze from the wooden shelf nearby and draped it casually over her body.

The gauze, having touched the water, instantly clung tightly to her skin, instead outlining her fiery curves even more breathtakingly.

The hazy, partially visible sensation seemed a hundred times more lethal.

"Lift your head." Yang Liu, barefoot with her snow-white little feet, stepped on the bluestone and walked step by step in front of Qin Feng.

A breeze carrying warm body fragrance rushed towards his face.

Qin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, struggling to suppress the palpitations and fear in his heart, and slowly lifted his head.

Just as he looked up, a soft, damp finger lifted his chin.

Yang Liu's exquisite and charming face magnified infinitely in his pupils, the distance between them so close that he could clearly feel the woman's warm breath.

"You are quite handsome, better looking than any man I've ever seen."

Yang Liu breathed like an orchid, her eyes flashing with unmasked desire. Her fingertips slid slowly from Qin Feng's chin towards his Adam's apple, gently circling. "What is your name? Whose subordinate are you?"

"T-this humble one is named Qin Feng... a lower-rank Menial Laborer under Ji Boxiao in Servant District 666."

Qin Feng's body was stiff as iron, his Adam's apple uncontrollably rolling up and down.

"Ji Boxiao? I don't remember which one that is."

"You said you came to buy medicine? What kind of medicine in the middle of the night?" Yang Liu's voice grew lower and lower, carrying a magnetism that made one's bones go soft.

"Buy... buy 'xiongfeng powder', Ji Boxiao forced me to come. If I couldn't buy it, he would break my legs..." Qin Feng's voice already carried a tremor, not knowing if it was because of fear or something else.

"xiongfeng powder? Do you want to eat some?"

Yang Liu chuckled, her other hand quietly climbing onto his solid chest, gently stroking it through the coarse cloth.

Years of hard labor had made Qin Feng's physique extremely sturdy, and the feel of his well-defined muscle lines made Yang Liu's eyes increasingly hazy.

"With such a young and sturdy body, you shouldn't need that kind of thing, right?"

Her hand began to slide downwards restlessly, "Let this lady see if you are just all show..."

"Gulp—"

In an instant, Qin Feng no longer thought about the consequences; he just swallowed a mouthful of saliva heavily, his breathing unable to help but grow heavier.

"Screw the Steward... screw the rules..."

The humiliation and hostility suppressed for over a decade were completely ignited at this moment. Men, after all, either go crazy from holding it in, or go wild at the critical moment!

Qin Feng suddenly stretched out his arms and pulled Yang Liu's slender, willow-like waist tightly into his embrace.

"Ah..." Yang Liu let out a soft cry, biting her red lips, looking exceptionally charming.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A sudden, violent knocking sound came from the heavy front gate.

Immediately following, a rough, irritable, and ear-piercing man's voice, like a night owl, pierced through the layers of courtyards and clearly reached the backyard.

"Open the door, where have you all died off to! Liu'er, I'm back!"

The voice was like a bolt of lightning from the blue, striking heavily on Qin Feng's crown.

Steward Wang Taian, Steward Wang!!!

In just an instant, the boiling blood in his body dropped to freezing point.

All desires, impulses, and romantic feelings, under the shadow of death, were like being poured with a basin of cold water mixed with ice, disappearing without a trace.

"Steward... Steward Wang is back..."

Qin Feng's voice trembled slightly, his hands that were tightly holding Yang Liu now springing away as if electrocuted.

It's over.

I'm dead.

As long as he is caught, not only will he be hacked into thousands of pieces, but even his bones will be taken to make soup!

Compared to Qin Feng's sheer terror, Yang Liu appeared exceptionally calm. Although a trace of extreme astonishment and anger flashed in her eyes, she was not flustered.

The heavy footsteps of Steward Wang Taian came from afar.

"Old thing, why did you come back so early today!"

Yang Liu cursed in a low voice, grabbed Qin Feng by the collar, and dragged him into the shadows at the base of the wall.

Then she quickly helped Qin Feng pull together his loose hemp collar, whispering urgently: "Hurry, climb out the way you came, be quiet."

"Then, then what about you, my lady..."

"Pfft~ you know how to care for people, don't worry, I have my own ways."

Yang Liu pushed Qin Feng towards the wall, a flicker of seduction in her eyes, and lowered her voice: "Little Menial Laborer, you are quite interesting. Remember to come over and play next time when you have time..."

There was no time to think about what "come over and play next time" meant. The footsteps in the front courtyard were getting closer and closer, and he could even hear Steward Wang Taian swearing.

Qin Feng exploded with an extremely strong desire to survive. He dug his hands into the wall crevices like an ape, and with the extreme panic, he was actually three times faster than when he came in. With a "whoosh," he flipped onto the ten-foot-high wall.

"Bang!"

"Hoo... hoo..."

The moment he landed, Qin Feng lay in the mud, panting heavily, his heart almost jumping out of his chest.

He survived.

Just a little bit, just a tiny bit, and he would have been ground to dust.

He scrambled up from the ground, patted the dirt off his body, and was just about to tidy up his disheveled clothes and slip away.

Suddenly, a huge shadow loomed over him.

A strong smell of alcohol mixed with a nauseating stench of body odor rushed towards his face.