"My lord, you can do whatever you want with me. Don't be shy; I am completely yours."
COUGH...
Zheng Fan felt he could no longer hold on. Propping himself up by the edge of the bath pool with both hands, he rose and said, "I'm going to wash up."
"My lord, then I will go back to my room to change my nightgown. What style and color does my lord prefer?"
"Choose whatever you feel comfortable in. Don't worry about my preference."
"My lord, you're joking. Since I am to serve you at your side, I must, of course, satisfy you. Alright then, I'll bring several for you to choose from."
"Alright."
When Siniang left, Zheng Fan washed up, then picked a white, ancient-style, close-fitting garment to put on, and entered the inner room.
After sitting down by the bed, Zheng Fan lifted his head slightly, then lowered it a bit. Suddenly feeling somewhat warm, he reflexively loosened the collar of his clothes a little.
Truthfully, to say he didn't expect something to happen would be a lie.
