"Seville, Seville!"
An image of Seville at his concert flashed through Su An'an's mind.
He was the heir to the Golden Feather Swan Clan, right in the prime of his life, and he radiated a mesmerizing, brilliant light.
The moment the stage spotlight fell upon him, strands of silver-purple hair gently brushed against his collarbone.
As he tilted his head back, beads of sweat trickled from his throat, tracing a path down his graceful swan-like neck and disappearing into the valley between his firm pectoral muscles, staining his black shirt a darker shade.
In the close-up shot, his lean waist swayed to the music, the muscles there tensing into a dangerous and alluring curve.
His thin lips were slightly parted as he panted, his amber eyes seeming to burn like twin golden flames under the stage lights.
When he struck his signature "swan spreading its wings" ending pose,
his black belt was already soaked with sweat, tracing seductive creases as his chest heaved violently.
