Her fair feet were exquisitely shaped.
Tang Wen summoned the last of his willpower, resisting the urge to grab and toy with them, and asked, "How many people have you entertained?"
The female Steward didn't dare to lie. "Th-there have been hundreds."
SPLASH!
It was as if a basin of cold water had been dumped over his head.
His hand, which had been reaching out and was just about to touch her skin, snapped back as if he'd been electrocuted.
"How could there be so many!" Tang Wen's voice was laced with an anger he hadn't even realized was there.
The female Steward dropped to her knees with a THUD. "I-it was the Eldest Young Master," she said frantically. "He brought guests and made us entertain them. In the beginning, this place didn't serve outsiders. But later... perhaps the Eldest Young Master got bored of being alone, so... so..."
Ordinary thrills were no longer enough for Zhao Zhe.
He became increasingly depraved, straying further and further down that path.
