Untouchable

Heyu was a male courtesan, a plaything who used his beauty to serve others. He was dust beneath the feet of the powerful, a broken-stringed zither, a voiceless song, a flower in Shen Zhi's palm. Shen Zhi was the young master of the prime minister's residence, a dewdrop in the mud, a clean white handkerchief in the hands of a filthy plaything. He was all the love in Heyu's eyes and the name he savored in his heart, the love of a courtesan, the blazing fire embraced by a moth. People in the capital mockingly called Heyu a flower on a high, inaccessible peak, but that flower was plucked by Shen Zhi alone. A feigned-playboy, gentle top × a truly aloof, pure courtesan bottom, happy ending · The top frequents brothels but only looks, never lays a hand on anyone (?), just a sucker for pretty faces. · The bottom really is aloof, but only ever yields to the top. · It's expected to be a slow-paced story, though I don't know how it'll turn out myself. Theme: A moth-to-flame kind of love.