The Slave at His Bedside

HE + healing + both leads are each other's first and only + mutual salvation At first, Zhao Qinghui regarded Yang Che as nothing more than a source of amusement. She taught him political intrigue, and he learned it with ruthless precision. She taught him how to read people, and he grasped it instantly. He followed the path she laid out and climbed, step by step, to the top. Zhao Qinghui adored Yang Che's voice, but the final lesson she taught him was how to swallow the sounds of desire... By day, he stood in the great hall in his official robes. At night, his flowing sleeve draped over her eyes. "Qinghui... what am I to you? A plaything locked in your cage?" Zhao Qinghui didn't even look up. Lazily, she said, "Whatever you are, you're mine alone." He nipped at her ear and lowered his hips. "Fine, whatever I am, but this cage of yours... I'm the only one allowed inside..." But she forgot what actors were best at. In the end, he was no longer the boy who could only sing onstage...