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Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, which were still barely a slit, looking out into the blur. His head felt incredibly dizzy; he might have a concussion.
It wasn't just dizziness; there was also a painful sensation. His head must have taken quite a hit to hurt this much.
He remembered the incident clearly—he had pushed his girlfriend, Lin Yue, away with all his strength, and she had safely fallen to the side while he was struck by a green truck.
That truck was several meters long, and the driver was drunk. He had thought he was doomed, but it seemed he was still alive; unexpectedly, he had just woken up.
He slowly moved his right hand to touch his head. After such a major accident, he figured he must have received dozens of stitches; there was a large white bandage on his head, but it felt like something was missing.
He truly felt dizzy and extremely fatigued. He couldn't stand up and could only slowly feel around his head.
Although he had miraculously survived, he didn't want to end up ruining his handsome appearance. He was over six feet tall with relatively fair skin and considered himself quite good-looking; after all, the face was the most important thing.
If there were scars several centimeters long on his face or head, no company would hire him. Those companies wouldn't want him. His girlfriend, Lunar, who was a goddess-level beauty, might even abandon him again.
However, after feeling around for more than ten times, he realized that both his head and face seemed normal; there were no scars several centimeters long at all. This was too unscientific!
He had been in such a serious car accident that most people would have been crushed to death, their bodies shattered! Even if he had miraculously escaped death, he should at least have broken legs or arms—how could he be completely unharmed?
He thought to himself as he moved again. He found that both of his legs under the blanket were fine and could move; it was just that his body felt somewhat empty and weak.
Unconsciously, he looked at the blanket covering him, which was embroidered with several red and green mandarin ducks playing in the water.
This blanket looked so unfamiliar; it wasn't like the one in his room or the hospital's blanket. It seemed to be made of precious silk—how could it be like this?
Qin Feng placed his right hand on the bed, feeling a unique texture that was different from an ordinary blanket. It was soft in a special way and smooth; what was going on? Where did this blanket come from?
He looked around his room, noticing two grayish-yellow curtains in front of him. They seemed to be made of silk, which he certainly didn't have in his own room. There were also embroidered patterns of flowers and birds on the bedside; what was happening here?
His eyes were still half-closed, and he wanted to open them wider to see the strange things in front of him more clearly, but he was just too tired. His eyes could only open that much.
Suddenly, a white face appeared. The face beside it looked somewhat familiar. Her two white hands were resting on him, seemingly concerned as she looked at him lying on the bed.
Lin Yue, it must be his girlfriend Lin Yue. He had risked his life to save her; she must be deeply moved and crying, then returning to his side.
For some reason, he felt a surge of strength in his body, and the fatigue began to fade away slowly. Perhaps it was due to the excitement!
He reached out with his right hand towards the woman's white hand and pulled it forcefully towards him, followed by two loud cries.
The delicate and graceful woman fell onto his bed, landing on top of the blanket. His strong arms wrapped around her, and he carefully looked at her fair face.
However, what he wanted to see most was his girlfriend—her high and perky chest. He first glanced at the area below her fair neck.
To his surprise, he found it to be flat; what was going on? His Lin Yue had always been well-endowed! Although she had a slender figure, she was indeed particularly curvy.
He looked again at her white face and realized it wasn't quite right either. His Lin Yue had a long oval face with a full head of smoky-colored long hair cascading down to her soft shoulders.
Though her face was also fair and had some similarities in her gaze, this face appeared somewhat round; she was definitely not his Lin Yue. Who was she, and how did she end up in his room?
The smoky-colored hair was not just falling down on both sides; it was styled up, giving a sense of restraint that looked somewhat unattractive, though she still had a certain charm.
It had been a month since Qin Feng had last seen his girlfriend, her soft and fair body, and they had not engaged in any intimate relations. He merely kept watch over her every night, and that desire had long begun to burn within him.
Every time he wanted to be intimate with her, she was either too tired or would scold him harshly, which was of no use at all. With no job and still wanting to touch him, his desires were suppressed.
Seeing this beauty collapse into his arms without any resistance stirred a few strands of desire within him. Although she was not Lin Yue, she still possessed a certain allure, especially since she didn’t even try to resist.
The delicate and graceful woman looked at him in surprise, her face flushing slightly with embarrassment but also carrying a hint of a smile, as if she acknowledged the situation.
"Master, what do you want to do? It’s broad daylight now, and the lady is like that; aren’t you afraid?"
Qin Feng was momentarily stunned. What was going on with this woman? How could she refer to him as 'Master'? Wasn't it the 21st century in Huaxia Nation? Such feudal notions should have disappeared long ago.
Were there others on the bed? He looked around in shock and found that he was the only man there; there was no second man.
Turning his gaze back to the woman in his arms, he noticed her strange attire—a thick light red robe over a white undergarment.
Even her hairstyle was peculiar; it was styled up as if she were a maid from a wealthy family, dressed in a manner reminiscent of several hundred years ago.
Qin Feng gazed at this maid before him with surprise and a hint of greed, wanting to possess her delicate and graceful body since she showed no signs of resistance.
Could it be that he had traveled back in time and become an ancient master with several servants living a landlord's life?
Looking further into the room, it was discovered that it was quite large, spanning several dozen square meters. However, it was filled with numerous items that all appeared luxurious and extravagant.
The Red Round Table seemed to be made from high-quality wood, looking glossy and red. On top of it sat a Blue and White Porcelain Vase, about several dozen centimeters tall, adorned with prints of branches extending outward.
The nearby furniture also exuded an air of sophistication and wealth, appearing glossy red and possessing a distinct high-end quality.
The walls were adorned with many paintings, including lighter-colored landscape paintings where the mountains and waters varied in depth, creating a rich meaning. There were also darker-colored Ink Wash Paintings in smoky hues.
Each stroke appeared bold and powerful, forming a magnificent landscape!
There were also some calligraphy pieces; the forms varied, some being wider while others narrower, showcasing different styles that likely came from various renowned masters. They must be worth quite a bit!
It seemed that he was indeed a very wealthy gentleman, and surely he must have several concubines by his side to match his noble status.
Having not engaged in such activities for a long time suddenly stirred a strong desire within him. This woman was merely his maid, and she showed no resistance to his advances; it seemed she had acquiesced.
Qin Feng's desire grew stronger as he reached for her clothing, beginning to unfasten the gray buttons on her garment.
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