Luhan kept his eyes fixed to his bare feet as he felt a thin fabric drape over his body. 

"Let's go," the man who just paid 50 gold coins for him said firmly, making Luhan nod instantly.

Sitting in the carriage opposite his new master, Luhan couldn't bring himself to take a glance at the man. All he could see were his superbly polished black shoes that shone like the sea under a sunny sky. 

"Your name," the man said, not bothering to form it into a question. 

At this, Luhan slowly looked up to meet eyes with the man. 

A defined face with slitted eyes that exuded coldness and power that was framed with short light brown hair peeking out beneath a top hat, thin lips that looked like they never quivered in fear and a piercing gaze that made Luhan clam up the moment their eyes met with each other. 

The man was obviously impatient as he tapped the forefinger resting on top of his thigh at a slow pace as if keeping track of the seconds that went by.

Luhan downed some spit to enable himself to speak since he hadn't had a sip of water for almost 2 days. "Luhan."

The man's tapping stopped as he leaned forward, his face merely a few inches from Luhan's, making Luhan steel his gaze, for fear that any sudden movements would cause punishment as Luhan experienced in the slave house. Arching his left eyebrow, the man studied Luhan up and down from his face to his body, making Luhan shrink back a little into his seat. 

The man finally pulled away, allowing Luhan to catch a much needed breath. 

"Luhan... it suits you," the man said, without a trace of emotion, stating it as if it were fact. "I'm Sehun."