Yan Zhuo is my bodyguard.
All the young masters and ladies in Beijing's elite circles say he's like a rock: impossible to tempt.
He doesn't go for men or women.
How could that be? I'll give it a try.
After we got home, I undressed in front of him, ready to put on a show.
Unexpectedly, Yan Zhuo pinned me to the sofa, breathing hard. "Young Master, don't do this. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself..."
