Hua Cheng had never shown much interest in erotic sights, nor had he ever truly cared for the people around him, whether they were alive or dead.

He didn’t usually enjoy exotic dances, the sway of hips, the sound of bells or jewelry hanging from someone else’s body. In general, he wasn’t particularly a fan of the human form, whether male or female.

That is, until it came to Xie Lian. What could anyone expect? He had spent eight hundred years—and then some—loving this man and being utterly devoted to him. Even the smallest glimpse of bare skin had the same effect on him as a smile or the brush of hands.

The first time Hua Cheng realized he was not only enjoying the sight but also himself, was when he saw Xie Lian performing a belly dance. As expected, the sound of jewelry and bells filled the air, and the movement of his hips was more fluid than exaggerated. He looked… happy, at least; a smile was etched on his face as Hua Cheng took a slow sip of liquor.

“Gege,”

“Come a little closer, will you?”