Chapter 2158 [Extra] Rough Male Slave VS Sickly Slave Owner (3)

Can't you even withstand the calluses on your hands?

Lin Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand, taking two steps back.

Her sharp eyebrows drooped slightly, and a hint of self-reproach gradually welled up in her eyes. At first glance, she looked extremely aggrieved.

It's all his fault. He overestimated himself and went over there, causing his young master distress.

According to the rules of the manor, he should immediately kneel down and bow his head in apology.

But his clothes were still scattered around his young master, wrapped around his slender waist, while at the same time, Si Jin kept bowing his head to catch his breath, tears gradually forming in the corners of his eyes, leaving him momentarily at a loss... how to begin.

The others should be brought over to help him fall asleep.

But perhaps because he had worked on the manor for five years and had never been so close to Si Jin, Lin Yuan was reluctant to take a step.

He just lowered his head and stared blankly at the person.

Finally, Si Jin's breathing calmed down. He turned and placed his hempen clothes on the bedside table, sat up slightly, opened his arms to him, and slowly closed his eyes.

It was a hugging pose, with nearly transparent clothes clinging irregularly to the body, revealing the little owner's dark blue underwear and red marks from the chains around his waist.

Is this the look on his face, suggesting he should help him... change his clothes?

But the owner is still wet and will catch a cold.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. Just as he was wondering what to do, Si Jin spoke calmly: "The towel is on the bathroom shelf. Help me dry myself off. I want to rest."

Her voice was soft and husky, exuding an undeniable air of nobility.

Thump thump thump—

My heart was pounding like a drum.

Lin Yuan took several deep breaths in a row. The scene of being rescued from another manor owner by Si Jin was still vivid in his mind.

From then on, he developed feelings for this person who was as delicate as porcelain.

He knew very well that people like him were simply categorized as "financial" by society, no different from commodities that could be bought and sold at will, and were not worthy of even dreaming of becoming a high-ranking estate owner.

But he is not a commodity after all; all his emotions are beyond his control.

Five years, 1,825 days, the heavy labor almost crushed his spirit, and he could only barely survive by looking up to Si Jin.

But I never imagined that one day I would be so close to him.

Lin Yuan finally suppressed the stinging sensation in his nose and responded softly, "Yes."

Then, she quickly went to the bathroom, washed her hands thoroughly several times, stroked the towels, picked out the softest one, and slowly approached Si Jin, half-squatting in front of his bed.

With a slight lift of her fingertips, she loosened the ties of her pajamas, little by little, and carefully placed the wet and cold clothes aside.

Just as he was about to reach for the towel, he saw Si Jin point to his underwear, her brows furrowed slightly, as if reminding him—this was still there.

Lin Yuan subconsciously held his breath, wanting to find a piece of clothing to cushion him before picking him up, but Si Jin decisively shook her head and said with a smile, "It's okay, I don't mind, just hurry up."

It was still his refined voice and commanding tone, but for some reason, this time, Lin Yuan felt that his voice was tinged with a different kind of desire.

A slave cannot disobey his master.

After hesitating for three seconds, Lin Yuan reached out, lifting Si Jin with one arm and grabbing the boy's dark blue trouser leg with the other.

The little master's unsteady breathing echoed in her ears, and the calloused fingers that had just touched her waist caused Si Jin to have a moment of shock.

She let out a muffled "hmm" and struggled to get up from his arms, but accidentally fell onto the soft silk quilt.

With her long legs slightly raised, her underwear naturally bunched up and slipped down, finally getting caught on her right white ankle, wobbling precariously, about to fall off.