Wearing a piece of thin nightgown, Ten Jikan is leaning alone on a wide sofa with her delicate hair dropping down. Resting two long and slender legs high on the table in front of her, she lifts an edge of the hem of her skirt, revealing a glimpse of seductive black lace.

She holds a piece of selfile stick in her right hand, raises her head, and says with a smile, “Mr. Li, are you at home? Your home looks so beautiful.”

In her eyes, Li Yong sits on the ...