My head throbbed excruciatingly. In a sudden jolt of pain, I snapped my eyes open. An unfamiliar carved ceiling met my gaze, and a faint, peculiar incense filled my nostrils. The luxurious yet technologically advanced furnishings around me instantly cleared my head—I, Lu Xia, had transmigrated. Before I could even sort out my thoughts, a soft yet trembling voice sounded from beside the bed: “Female Master, you’re awake.” I turned my head to see a man clad in sheer gauze kneeling beside the bed. His head was bowed, his wispy silver hair obscuring his eyes. Beneath his high-bridged nose, his thin lips were slightly pursed, betraying a hint of nervousness. His almost naked body had flowing lines, appearing quite
