"Xiao Yao, what do you want? Power? Wealth? Or something else?"
The man didn't intend to give up, his voice laced with temptation.
"I can give you anything, as long as you set me free."
"What I wanted, I've already obtained," Chuzheng stood in the moonlight, the breeze outside fluttering through her hair.
The man raised an eyebrow slightly, "What have you gotten?"
"You."
The woman's voice was clear, cold, and silent.
Suddenly, the air fell quiet, even the sound of the wind outside ceased.
The man in the rocking chair slowly stood up, his elaborate and ornate clothing unfolding with a faint rustling.
He stepped out of the darkness, the moonlight falling on him, his face aglow, compelling one's gaze.
"Me?" the man's voice lifted in tone, squinting in the moonlight as he stared at Chuzheng, "You want to possess me?"
Chuzheng corrected him, "I already have."
"Hahaha..." The man suddenly burst into laughter, "Xiao Yao, you want to possess me, then you must release me."
"..."
