"Seventh Master." The woman's hoarse voice sounded behind him.
The man paused slightly, turning his head to glance.
The woman's fingers rested on her neckline, her fingertips trembling as she undid the buttons one by one, her gaze filled with unwavering determination.
He raised an interested eyebrow.
The clothes slipped to the ground.
Under the light, the young body glowed with a jade-like luster and emitted an enchanting fragrance.
The woman approached him step by step, kneeling in front of him, reaching out to undo his belt.
Slim wrists were suddenly held fast. She looked up, from her angle, the man's face appeared especially tall in the backlight, his dark eyes deep and enigmatic, like a whirlpool, pulling her spirit into it.
"Are you sure?"
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"No regrets?"
She shook her head.
The man's eyebrows slightly raised.
He picked up the clothes and draped them over her, then turned and walked out.
