Ye Xiaoyao was soon led into a luxuriously decorated room.
At the far end of the room, a massive pool drifted with wisps of mist. Even from a distance, Ye Xiaoyao could feel that the water temperature was moderate and that soaking in it would surely be extremely comfortable.
Behind the pool stood a large bed, above which hung strips of red silk of varying lengths, as if they possessed endless marvelous uses.
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