Wushuang stood next to Wuqing, watching with her mouth agape.
Wuyou, demonstrating genuine skill, kneaded with a touch of inner strength, making Gu Qingli hum with such pleasure! Today, she too relished the feeling of being served; it was so comfortable that she absolutely couldn't get enough. Being attended to by someone with inner strength was truly a different experience.
When it was almost over, Gu Qingli raised her hand to signal Wuyou to stop. Wuyou did so and, grinning, headed to the kitchen to prepare another grand meal for her Miss that evening, and to hold a welcome feast for Wushuang.
"Miss," Wushuang called out.
"Do you two want to sit or stand while I speak?" Gu Qingli smiled, gesturing towards the low couch opposite them.
The two maids exchanged a glance but remained standing. They wouldn't dare to sit. While they could be close and affectionate with their Miss, they still had to observe the distinctions of status. They had to know their place.
