Xu Yan sat in the elegant room, watching the woman play the zither, watching her twist her body while playing, and her gossamer garment continuously diminishing with her movements.
Her eyes conveyed affection, brimming with endless tenderness.
In every frown and smile, it seemed there was a force of enticement, stirring one's blood and inciting desires.
"This woman is amazing. Compared to her, Emperor Qi's consorts are far, far behind!"
Xu Yan felt a sudden seriousness in his heart.
Even with his state of mind, he was somewhat agitated by the temptation.
He hurriedly gathered his thoughts, fixing his gaze on the woman. Gradually, his state of mind became clear again. As long as he didn't wish it, his emotions could not be stirred.
His state of mind could not be disturbed.
"If I do not seek, then desire does not move. Do not dream of unsettling my heart!"
