C174 Meeting

Xiaoye hadn't fallen asleep. He lay in the general's tent, clutching the general's two lovers, their skin smooth and flawless like the finest jade, warm to the touch. Yet, their arms, shoulders, chests, necks, thighs, and buttocks bore the crimson imprint of his teeth.

The aftermath of his frenzy had left the two women asleep, succumbing to pain and exhaustion. Observing their perfect visages