Xin Qing had begun counting the days until the auction next week. Tonight, Ying Qingcang snuck in to see her again. While the man on top of her was peppering her neck with gentle kisses, the tunes of the symphony filled Xin Qing's mind. "Will I get so used to the music that sex would feel meaningless without it?" She mused.

"You're not focusing," Ying Qingcang whispered into her ear. Then, he bit down on her earlobe with just the right amount of strength.

Xin Qing ...