Young Master, Just Take in Your Slaves.

Xie Wuhuan's long and pale fingers slowly passed over her body, with the gentleness of the sunset. Like a dream, like a dream, also in a dream. Like an illusion, like an illusion, already in an illusion. The jade figure carved from Yaoguang white jade, a top product from the Western Regions, seems to be breathing under his hands. It is gently exhaling the orchid valley, and its long eyelashes seem to be blinking gently, telling something... Is it love? Maybe it's hate. Already inaudible, they are dispersed in each other's joys and sorrows. Time is like a knife, and the uneven marks carved by the knife slowly disappear under his fingers. Those eyes...