The young master in the golden robe raised the curtains and sat on the big bed. Leaning back, he looked at the lady who was still kneeling on the ground. Calmly, he asked, "Still not coming over?"
The lady obliged with a hum, and made her way towards the man, head lowered and kneeling. She reached out her fair hands and put one of the man's legs on the supporting stand, removing his boots gently.
Suddenly, with a thud, the master kicked the lady's shoulder. Although he did not use much force, he managed to kick her hand away. The lady froze, trembling. She knelt on the ground, not daring to look up.
The master sat on the bed and looked at the lady, frowning. His expression was solemn and seemed to carry a tinge of anger, a tinge of disappointment, and an even more implicit hint of relief. There was no need to look anymore. The man raised his head slowly and stared at the roof.
