Yao Shen is now fully convinced he's having a nightmare.
All that stupid talk about aphrodisiac blood and all the other nonsense put these kind of thoughts into his head.
He becomes aware of several things around him. When his fingers clench on the sofa he hears the soft clink of gold, as the rings on his fingers connected to chains around his wrist jingle with the movement.
When he looks down at his chest he sees a fine gold chain going down his sternum and then splitting into two beneath his chest, wrapping around his ribs. He lets out a drawn out gaps when Xin Hulei's lips move up his leg and feels the chain pull tight around his back.
His rapid breathing makes the fine muslin covering his nose and mouth flutter with each quickened exhalation.
Why is he dreaming he's dressed like this?
