In the secluded woods, a sprawling luxurious castle was shrouded in darkness, eerily silent.
In the liquid crystal display, a racy scene was playing and the suggestive sounds filled the whole video room.
Xia Mu closed her eyes and covered her ears, yet she couldn't resist the wild thoughts in her mind.
After an unknown amount of time, the room door opened, and an expressionless muscle man walked in: "Time is up."
Along the long and deep corridor, Xia Mu was closely following the muscle man, stopping in front of an enormous jet-black lacquer door.
Xia Mu knew that the person she was going to “serve” was behind this door!
The door was pushed open silently...
In the room that spanned hundreds of square feet, the four walls were covered in yellow notes, empty without any furniture, filled with eerily misty cold air!
Was this a bedroom? It looked more like an icehouse!
Xia Mu widened her eyes. When her vision became clear and she saw the thing in the middle of the room, her body shivered abruptly, her heart sinking to the abyss!
It was like a piece of craftsmanship, unique in the world.
It was a crystal coffin!
Inside the coffin lay a man, with distance and the thin fog obscuring the clear view of his silhouette.
The tall body radiated an intimidating aura, mixed with an inherent nobility—threatening even in sleep!
No matter how extraordinary, he was a dead man! Was she supposed to necrophilia?
Xia Muxin felt a surge of fear, her feet retreating involuntarily.
The muscular man caught her intention and flung her into the room with a flick of his sizable hand.
A threat-packed sentence drifted in, "If you want to breach the contract, by all means, do nothing."
The door was heartlessly locked.
The cooling system was mysteriously shut down at some point, the room's foggy air gradually cleared, leaving a faint dampness hanging in the air.
Xia Muxin silently cursed him for his lowliness, only to discover, as she approached, that the yellow papers scattered around were not ordinary papers, but talismans!
Her body shuddered suddenly, feeling an icy, ghostly wind.
Just what kind of man was this, the one lying on such an eerily decorated surface full of ominous talismans?
When the man's visage reflected in her pupil, Xia Muxin felt almost suffocated.
Bewitching and intriguing features, arrogant and outstanding eyebrows, skin so pale and transparent it seemed one could see the veins beneath, flaunted a kind of morbid beauty. His well-defined lips, thin as if carved with a knife, were slightly pouted, projecting a cold and prideful curve, with a faint lip color.
The dusky robe gleamed gently with a delicate golden hue against the light, silently illustrating its owner's haughtiness and nobility.
At the open collar, a vague yet visible totem pulsed along with his heartbeat!
He was still alive!
Xia Muxin breathed a massive sigh of relief, fearing that if it had been a corpse, she would have been traumatized for life.
The image of her mother lying alone in a tiny sickbed flashed in her mind, along with the repulsive faces and improper advances of the debt collectors. Xia Muxin trembled as she placed her hand inside his collar...
The coffin was broad, spacious enough for two persons to lie comfortably. Xia Mu lay on the slim and warm body beneath her. This was her first interaction with a man at such close quarters, she didn't need to guess how heated her face must be.
The man carried a unique scent, laced with a mixture of bitterness and a refreshing chill, which was all too alluring.
With a few deep breaths, Xia Mu, her face blushing, tentatively began to draw apart the dark robe adorning the man...
As the night grew darker like ink, the incredibly fatigued girl fell asleep on top of the man.
In the deep slumber, the color of the tattoo on the man's chest gradually deepened, ultimately revealing its original form.