Summary
I am the Young Master’s study companion. Others praise me for earning big money at such a young age, but my face burns with shame. I never have the nerve to admit that I’m actually a “Three Warmths” study companion – warming his bed, warming his tongue, warming his body. In the year the Young Master loved me most, I took the money and left. The rational, gentle Young Master lost control and went crazy. He kissed me, bit me, clung to me. Dizzy and disoriented, I begged for mercy. The Young Master’s voice was hoarse: “Look in the mirror, what am I doing? Can’t stand steady, baby? Let me carry you, alright?”