In the harsh winter, it snowed all night.

A villa was on the outskirts of the city, with a completely white tiled roof and pine trees with pointed tops.

The black iron gate of the courtyard hadn’t been locked yet, and two European-style column lamps on the lintel cast a warm orange glow, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a fairy tale world.

In the study on the second floor of the villa, a gentle breeze rustled the white curtains behind the heavy drapes, lifting the corners of a few sheets of white paper on the desk.

A girl wrapped in a light veil was lying on a large brown desk, fast asleep, her breathing steady and her expression peaceful.

Judging by her looks, she seems to be around sixteen or seventeen years old.

Long hair, black and silky, spread out and complemented by the white gauze robe, made her skin appear as white as congealed fat, delicate and flawless.

The girl’s eyelids gently closed, and her long eyelashes cast two fan-shaped shadows.

The white gauze on her body accentuated her perfect curves, subtly revealing and concealing.

Taking a couple of steps closer, one could still smell a strange, refreshing fragrance on the girl, tugging at and pulling at one’s sanity.

Delicate and alluring, poised to bloom, crystal clear.

From hair to toe, perfect to the point where not a single flaw can be found.

Miss Song Er was not exaggerating; this girl, in her current state, is indeed a one-of-a-kind beauty.

Feng Jinghan’s gaze swept over the girl once more, bent down to put down the wine glass in his hand, picked up the curtain remote control on the coffee table, and pressed a button.

The heating in the room was turned up high, and once the window was closed, it felt even hotter.

He took off his suit and casually tossed it onto the sofa, removed the cufflinks, and placed them into a black box nearby.

Feeling a bit cooler, Feng Jinghan stepped over to the desk, his gaze still wandering over the girl.

Finally, it landed on the girl’s soft, pink, and moist lips. The fragrance in the air was intoxicating. He raised his hand to unbutton two buttons of his shirt collar, slightly bent forward, and reached out to hold the girl’s shoulder.

The skin is smooth, moist, and very elastic.

Although the girl in front of him was flawless, with her current attire, it would be hard for any man to resist her.

But Feng Jinghan had always been calm and composed when it comes to women, so he didn’t plan to accept the gift Miss Song Er sent him right away.

According to his character, he would first check, first look, and only act once he was sure there were no issues.

If there were even the slightest problem, he wouldn’t have left this gift.

This gift was given by Miss Song Er to cater to his tastes. He didn’t know how it came about, but because it was too perfect, as a normal man, he was indeed tempted. However, he wouldn’t just blindly dive in without thinking. What if it turned out to be a huge pit?

The major families were all entangled in interests, with no clear line between good and bad; caution is essential.

Feng Jinghan took a gentle breath, his fingertips gliding over the girl’s collarbone, gripping her slender, soft waist.

As he was about to pull away the thin veil that barely covered the girl, the person lying on the desk woke up.

With a few gentle fluttering of her eyelashes, she opened her eyes and looked at him with a dazed expression, like a newborn baby just entering the world.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, and Feng Jinghan recalled what Miss Song Er had said to him on the phone.

Miss Song Er said that the girl she was giving him would be the best private lover in the world, completely suitable to be kept as a pet. She was gentle and had no temper, would listen to her master, was obedient and warm, with a fragrant, soft, and delicate body, capable of fulfilling all of a man’s fantasies.

And the owner of this girl is Feng Jinghan. After the girl wakes up, she will automatically recognize her owner.

A girl who can be raised as a pet doesn’t require consideration in terms of her personality. Looking into the girl’s eyes now, she indeed doesn’t seem like someone with independent thoughts or personality, like a blank slate.

Feng Jinghan’s gaze shifted downwards without any fluctuation, intending to continue the inspection to see if this girl was truly a normal human.

Just as his hand was about to make the next move, a delicate, almost boneless hand suddenly grasped his wrist, and a voice with a mix of sweetness and a hint of anger rang in his ear, “What are you doing?”

Hmm? The girl’s reaction upon waking up is different from what Miss Song Er described. She didn’t immediately recognize her master, nor was she obedient and warm. “Delicate” is the right word.

Feng Jinghan became even more vigilant, pressing down harder on the girl’s waist.

Their gazes met, and the girl’s eyes were no longer as pure and innocent as when she had just woken up.

…

When she asked, “What are you doing?” it came out of her mouth, and Gan Tian was a bit stunned. That wasn’t her voice; she couldn’t produce such a delicate and flirtatious tone.

The man in front of her, who was pinching her waist and pressing her against the table, was also unfamiliar to her. However, he was very handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a dashing demeanor, a tall and well-built figure, an aristocratic aura, and an imposing presence.

The man’s shirt collar was wide open, exposing a patch of skin, inexplicably making her feel thirsty.

She propped herself up with her arm and sat up, only to realize that not only had her voice changed, but her body had too. Her skin was translucent and fair, as tender as a peeled egg. And she was hardly wearing anything, just a set of white lace lingerie.

Damn it, how did she end up like this, lying in such a flirtatious yet innocent manner in front of this man???

Gan Tian raised her head to look at the man in front of her. The more she looked, the thirstier she felt, her cheeks turning pink.

She swallowed, the invisible Adam’s apple rolling beneath her skin.

The man stared at her, his eyebrows slightly raised, “Aren’t you going to call me Master?”

Master???

What kind of play is this???

Gan Tian tried to get up from the table, but her waist was pinned down by the man, making her unable to move.