Wei Wuyin was briefly rendered speechless. After so many years, he had lost the feeling of experiencing such direct vulgarity from others, long since grown used to being treated with respect, caution, fear, or admiration. Caught off guard by the surprisingly refreshing feeling, Wei Wuyin laughed with an unfettered heart.
Yan Zhu's eyes never left Wei Wuyin.
"Have we?" Wei Wuyin asked teasingly, using his silver eyes to roam her body with keen interest and overt lust, a grin at his lips. Before Yan Zhu could dwell on it, he dispersed her lingering response hanging on her mortal tongue, "No. We did not."
Yan Zhu relaxed instantly with a breath of relief. Then, she observed the room. The design and quality far exceeded anything in her past life. She didn't move without fear, but she was comforted that she still held breath in her lungs, and that her fate was not one where she woke in steel restraints or completely nude, in some cold, damp cage.
