Within the stillness, all he could hear were his own breaths and his heart that had begun to race again. That was it.
His hand didn't move as if it were frozen.
Shang did his best to suppress the heat that was rising inside of him.
If he gave in to his lust, he would be no different from a beast.
He wasn't a beast.
There was nothing he despised more than a man who raped a woman.
A nobleman who raped a servant who couldn't fight back.
However, if he ever found himself doing that, he'd rather bite his own tongue and die.
Despite the reasoning in his head, he felt himself harden within his pants.
"..."
Shang bit his lips.
Would he feel better if he went out and doused himself in the cold rain?
Suddenly...
"Shang."
Yun Xiao broke the silence by calling out to him.
Her voice pierced him like a thorn.
Shang's eyes were on her, and Yun Xiao's eyes were still looking outside.