Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi, relying on the moonlight outside the window, observed the furnishings inside the room.
The room was clean to the point of being sparsely furnished. Outside, there was simple furniture and a soft couch, separated by a screen. Inside, there was a large bed.
However, unlike a typical room, this room has an unusually large number of cabinets and chairs.
The chairs come in various shapes and heights, and look rather odd; they're not the kind of chairs people sit on when they're resting.
Song Xizhi took a few steps in place, and the man handed her a tinderbox from behind. She then clearly saw the several low cabinets behind the soft couch that were tightly closed.
She reached out and pulled open the cabinet behind the chaise lounge.
Upon opening the cabinet, one sees rows of candles arranged neatly, each with a different shape and color.
Song Xizhi frowned, resisting the urge to light the candle, and casually opened another cabinet door, where he saw rows of neatly arranged leather whips hanging inside.
Whips vary in length, material, style, and color, and some even have small barbs.
Opening the third cabinet revealed various types of ropes, including silk, hemp rope, and brocade, in different colors and lengths.
Looking at it now, it does resemble an interrogation room.
The silk and hemp rope also matched the binding marks on Zhao Qianlan's hands.
Song Xizhi frowned even more deeply. She touched her chin and analyzed objectively: "If this is a bedroom, then why are there so many strangely shaped things? But if this is an interrogation room, then why is it decorated so warmly?"
As she spoke, she turned to look at the man behind her, wanting to hear his opinion.
The man merely glanced at her silently, then turned his head away without uttering a word, his expression seemingly a little unnatural.
Two question marks appeared in Song Xizhi's eyes.
Holding a tinderbox, she followed the man to a huge cabinet, as tall as a person, with no lock on the door, but it was carved with intricate patterns.
Seeing the man standing in front of the cabinet without making a move, Song Xizhi felt a little strange.
She stepped forward, extended her thumb and forefinger, pinched the latch on the cabinet, and opened the doors on both sides of the cabinet.
The moment the door opened, both of them were momentarily blinded by a beam of light. The man's instinctive action was faster than his reaction, and he immediately stepped in front of Song Xizhi to block her.
When the two opened their eyes, they discovered that behind the two cabinet doors were two huge bronze mirrors. The cabinet doors could be fully opened, and the warm yellow mirrors clearly reflected the two people in front of the cabinet.
The photos captured the two people's appearances very clearly.
Song Xizhi's doubts deepened. She tilted her head, glanced at the man beside her, took two steps forward, and followed his gaze into the cabinet.
At first glance, you see a painting as tall as the cabinet, inlaid on the inside of the cabinet, depicting a vast expanse of white.
The night was dark, and Song Xizhi couldn't see the contents of the painting clearly. She subconsciously raised the tinderbox in her hand and looked up at the front again.
The next moment, a warm, large hand covered Song Xizhi's eyes.
Suddenly, darkness enveloped her. She blinked, her eyelashes brushing against her palm, and the two pressed tightly together.
Then a man's somewhat hoarse voice sounded in his ear.
Don't look.
Song Xizhi was stunned for a moment before he suddenly came to his senses.
So that white thing just now was a drawing of naked people!
Then wouldn't those two mirrors in front of the cabinet be...?
Song Xizhi took a deep breath and suddenly connected all the props he had just seen.
Candles, whips, ropes, bronze mirrors, fire-avoidance diagrams...
She stumbled back a few steps as if waking from a dream, only to bump into the man's strong chest again, and heard him let out a muffled groan.
The air fell silent for a moment, and the dimly lit bedroom seemed to be filled with an ambiguous warmth, making the two bodies pressed together seem to burn.
"This is not an interrogation room."
The man suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, as if he were making conversation out of boredom.
Song Xizhi stretched out the hand that wasn't holding the tinderbox and pulled the man's large hand away from his eyes, then looked up at him again.
"I know, I'm not a virgin anymore. I look at these things every night, what's there to be ashamed of?"
As she spoke, she lifted her eyes to scrutinize the stiff-looking man.
"You haven't... seen it, have you?"
The man suddenly looked down at her and said seriously, "I've seen it."
Seemingly to increase the credibility of his words, the man added, "I've seen it before."
Song Xizhi stared at him for a long time, then turned away sheepishly, feeling a little guilty for some reason: "...Well, you're quite knowledgeable."
She turned her head and saw the two people reflected in the two bronze mirrors.
The man was also looking at her through the bronze mirror.
The two people were positioned one in front of the other, which was a normal position, but for some reason, seeing them in the bronze mirror always felt a bit strange.
Song Xizhi couldn't take it anymore, so he took two more steps forward, picked up a tinderbox, and looked at the things in the cabinet.
The cabinet was quite full of things. Besides the painting on the wall, there was also a pen holder with calligraphy brushes of different sizes hanging on it.
On the other side was a square white porcelain bottle containing a long, narrow object that looked like it was made of jade.
This time, Song Xizhi was unwilling to touch it.
She took a step back, intending to turn and leave, but the man was right behind her.
Song Xizhi staggered a step and turned her head to look back. At that moment, the man bent down slightly and leaned out. Her lips just barely brushed against the man's mask.
The man tilted his head slightly, looking down into her eyes. They were so close that the darkness in his eyes seemed to draw her in.
His quiet gaze was like a feather landing on Song Xizhi's heart, making Song Xizhi feel a tingling sensation all over his body.
She quickly straightened up and turned her head, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man's long arm reaching out from her side.
His slender fingers reached into the white porcelain bottle and took out a long, thin jade object.
This is an object carved from jade, shaped like a male phallus.
Song Xizhi stared wide-eyed as the thing slowly rose up in front of him.
The man's fingers were long and slender, with clearly defined bones. When he exerted a little force, the veins bulged out, which, when contrasted with the warm and translucent jade, also carried a touch of sexiness and eroticism.
She stared intently at the rising jade dildo before her, the tinder in her hand rising with it until it was right in front of the man.
The dim light from the tinderbox finally allowed the man to see what he was holding.
When I saw this wild, unrestrained, and daring thing.
The man's fingers trembled slightly, as if they had been burned, and the object in his hand unexpectedly fell to the ground.
Song Xizhi's mind went blank for a moment, and in a flustered state, he instinctively reached out to catch it.
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