"Ah, so it is Young Master Yang Yu. You are extraordinarily handsome, clearly a dragon among men and a phoenix among mortals..."
Amid the madam's endless flattery, a beautiful woman emerged from the inner room.
She appeared to be just over twenty, her face as delicate and radiant as a flower, her brows and eyes brimming with the tender feeling of autumn waters.
She wore a long gown of sheer gauze, with a bandeau and underpants beneath.
As she walked, her breasts rose and fell; her slender, willow-like waist and long, snow-white legs appeared and vanished beneath the thin gauze, setting the imagination aflame.
"Dongxue greets you, Young Master." The woman bent slightly and curtsied to Song Wen. Her voice was like an oriole leaving the valley, crisp and pleasant.
The way she looked at Song Wen held both the bashfulness and reserve of a first meeting, as well as tenderness and coquettish charm; it was enough to steal one's soul.
Song Wen's gaze was instantly drawn to the woman.
The burning heat in his eyes seemed ready to pierce through the woman's flimsy clothes.
"Good, good, good! Come here quickly and let this young master have a proper look."
Like a starving ghost lusting after flesh, Song Wen could not wait to taste her sweetness.
"Young Master, why are you in such a hurry?"
Dongxue stepped forward a few paces and sat opposite Song Wen on the low couch, separated from him by a short table.
She filled a cup with fine wine and offered it to Song Wen with both hands.
"This little woman offers Young Master a toast."
As she leaned forward, a broad expanse of snow-white flesh was immediately revealed at her chest.
Song Wen did not take the wine cup. Instead, he bent slightly, brought