Wait a minute.... Wait a damn minute. Something is wrong here, Young Master thought for a moment. Your body is honest, it knows how to act and what it wants. Holy great sage of nine lands... Isn't this the dialogue uttered by the Male lead of utterly carnal scriptures that can only be read within closed quarters?
She is quoting the lines from 'The Art of the Bedchamber', a text banned in five major dynasties for its ability to corrupt even the most stoic of monks. She has studied. She has prepared.
Wait... Wait... Wait...
Doesn't it make her the Main character of this scene?
Young Master Wang's eyes widened, a realization dawning on him like the first rays of the sun breaking through the night sky. She was not seducing him; she was casting him in a role. A role from a script she had memorized, a script written in the ink of her own desires... No, he shouldn't act passively here. A lion is the one that usually hunts deer, not the other way around.
