There was a soft knock on the door, and Ye Jin, lounging lazily on a cushioned chaise, blinked in mild surprise, wondering who was knocking at this late hour before remembering it was probably Bai Yu. After all, she had ordered him to come to her room every night.
"Come in," she called, ensuring her tone sounded indifferent.
The door slid open soundlessly, and Bai Yu stepped in. His gaze was lowered, his expression unreadable, as he offered a slight bow.
"Master."
Then, without hesitation, his hands went to the sash of his robes, unfastening them.
Ye Jin's brows shot up.
"Stop."
Her voice was sharp, laced with genuine irritation.
She knew that the original Ye Jin was a pervert, but hadn't Bai Yu realized that she wasn't so interested in that... anymore? Besides, she wasn't a pedophile who would want to sleep with a seventeen-year-old child. While the original Ye Jin was of similar age to Bai Yu, Ye Jin had the mental age of a woman in her thirties.
