"Oh, right!"
The delicate and pretty youth immediately returned to his senses and carefully removed the Palace Lord's clothes. Instantly, the mass of pitch-black coloring on his skin appeared before everyone's eyes, emitting a putrid smell.
The youth's heart immediately began to ache. His vision grew blurry with tears, "Father, it's all my fault. I've caused you such pain."
The man on the bed seemed to hear the young boy's anxious voice. His eyebrows and pupils moved but he did not open his eyes. Anguish was written all over his face.
It goes without saying that this man had a rare sort of beauty, especially the two muscles on his chest. Wei Yiyi felt absolutely tempted to touch his chest but of course, with so many people around, she could not molest the sick but beautiful man.
"Once you're done, you may leave."
After the youth had removed the Palace Lord's clothes, Wei Yiyi coughed awkwardly and instructed.
"Alright."
