After eating a poisonous mushroom, I thought I’d transmigrated into an erotic novel.
I was the female lead, working as a little maid in the home of a Beijing Elite Young Master.
When I woke up and saw the male lead, I was slightly disappointed.
I muttered, “Why are there only six people? Do they get Sundays off?”
The Young Master was so angry he laughed. “If I’d known you were this wild, I never would’ve gone easy on you.”
After I sobered up, I burst into tears. “Honey, I was wrong, waaah…”
He leisurely tugged his tie loose and said darkly, “Don’t worry. On Sundays, we don’t rest. We’ll just follow the pace of that trashy little novel of yours.”