She found the male slave unconscious on the bed, wearing her pink dress. Long, black hair with a slight sheen cascaded down the bed like a waterfall.
The red mole between his brows accentuated the shimmer on his beautiful face. It was like looking at a painting of a gorgeous man.
Ye Jiuge brushed his hair to the side. When she had seen him earlier at the slave hut, he had appeared quite filthy. She had never thought that he was actually somewhat clean. It seemed like she did not need to force him to cleanse himself in the bath after all.
"Little Jiuge, do you like this kind of effeminate man?" Zi Shang voiced his displeasure.
"How did you determine that he was effeminate?"
This whole time, the male slave had been silent. Ye Jiuge could not understand what part of him was "effeminate." Instead, she felt that he was very fierce, similar to a cornered wild wolf.
