"Hurry up. This ancestor is crying tears of blood," said the voice with a sense of urgency.
Ten minutes later Ji Yao came out of the bathtub and draped his body with the robe his mother had prepared for him. In slow strides, he emerged from behind the folding screen with steam rising from his body.
The group of people in the room almost knelt down and called him daddy when he emerged from behind the folding screen embroidered with peonies. His damp hair stuck to his porcelain jade like skin from his rosy cheeks to his collarbone that was slightly exposed.
His once pink lips were as red as rose petals with an inexplicable softness that could have anyone imagining r rated scenes. As he walked over he had an aura about him that was oozing sexual attraction.
