A sinister grin graced Zhi Lan's lips, his twin, Zhi Long, mirroring the expression with unsettling precision. "It seems, little one," Zhi Lan purred, his voice a silken thread, "you have a rather exquisite taste for beautiful things." Zhi Long's gaze, as sharp as his brother's, flickered from the antique fan to your mesmerized face. "Indeed," h...Read more