Jiang Qiue was on alert, but to her surprise, the person with the 'K' mask didn't approach her; instead, he chuckled and made his way to his companion, the one with the 'Q' mask.
This left her somewhat puzzled; she had thought the man was overtaken by lust and wanted to take advantage of her, but now it seemed not to be the case.
Because from the corner of her eye, she vaguely saw 'K' mask embrace 'Q' mask from behind, slightly lift the hem of 'Q' mask's black robe, and slide his hand up inside the robe.
The two masks with letters stood close in silence—neither speaking—with an atmosphere that was somewhat eerie.
The shoulders of 'Q' mask seemed to tremble lightly.
"Mr. Xia—"
"I suggest you stop while you can," came Mu Qingtong's voice from behind the mask, tinged with a chill.
Xia Feng pressed his large hand against her soft abdomen, leaning in close to her ear to speak softly, "How does it feel to be played with by me in front of a stranger?"
"..."
