The night cast a dark and mysterious shadow over the palace, where silence reigned except for the distant city's hum and the soft whispers of the changing guards. Wang Jian strolled through the corridors, his footsteps echoing, his heart a tempest of excitement and lust. The rescued actresses from America, with their captivating beauty, were ultimate temptations in themselves.
In the first room, a delicate perfume and the soft rhythm of breathing filled the air. There, he found Amelia, her dark tresses cascading across the pillow. She stirred as he approached, her sapphire eyes locking with his, a mix of sleepiness and unease in her gaze.
"Mr. Jian," she whispered, her voice rough from sleep and something more.
Wang Jian's smile was a dangerous promise. "Amelia," he purred, his tone dripping with desire. "I'm delighted to find you awake."