Chapter 2161 [Extra] Rough Male Slave VS Sickly Slave Owner (6)

You help me.

Si Jin paused for a second before slowly exhaling the last three words, leaning against Lin Yuan's lower back and focusing on a fixed point.

The smoke made one's heart tighten and burn, and the fingers that reached to touch the ribbon trembled involuntarily.

The silk ribbons were arranged in a row of seven. Although Lin Yuan was being careful, when tying them, the calluses on his fingertips would still unintentionally brush against the little master's fair back. The touch of the linen clothes around his neck combined with the texture of the ribbons caused Si Jin to subconsciously curl his fingers, let out a muffled groan, and tremble several times.

By the time Si Jin finished fastening her pajamas, her eyes were already red.

The right side of her neck was slightly pink from being rubbed by the coarse linen clothing, and even her collarbone was tinged with an ambiguous crimson.

As if dissatisfied with his clothes, Si Jin took a couple of breaths, frowned, leaned back in his chair, opened a drawer, and took out a contract of servitude that had been placed inside.

That was a symbol of slavery, and a symbol of the humiliation of a slave's entire life.

Upon seeing this thing, Lin Yuan instinctively tensed up, as if even the ambiguous atmosphere of their unequal status from before had completely dissipated.

Under Lin Yuan's tense gaze, Si Jin casually picked up the paper, lifted the lampshade, and burned it carelessly.

Fu endured the pain and closed the lampshade, then turned to look at Lin Yuan and slowly extended his hand to him: "Congratulations, my new butler, you are now a free man."

His hand remained suspended in mid-air, his palm slightly red, clearly burned by the lampshade earlier, which inexplicably evoked pity.

Lin Yuan didn't shake his hand. After pausing for three seconds, he knelt down on one knee, cupped the back of his hand in both hands, lowered his head, and carefully blew cool air into his palm.

He breathed a sigh of relief once the red marks faded, and nodded in response, "Yes, young master."

The title changed from "master" to "young master," and his status seemed to have been elevated overnight, giving him a dreamlike, unreal feeling.

Oh, and clothes too.

Lin Yuan originally wanted to make some nice clothes for himself, but after thinking it over, he was afraid that he didn't have enough money and the fabric he used was not good enough, which might hurt the young master.

In the end, she answered "yes," and, wearing a nightgown, carried Si Jin back to bed, asking earnestly, "Shall we take a bath today?"

The delicate young master is too sensitive; even the slightest speck of dust can make him uncomfortable, so he needs extra care to be taken care of.

But Si Jin shook her head: "I took a shower this afternoon. My throat is a little sore. Why don't you go sleep next door? I can call you anytime if you have any problems."

"Yes." Lin Yuan maintained his habit of not disobeying orders, nodded and walked away quickly, the sound of the door closing so softly it was almost inaudible.

The candlelight flickered in the room, and it fell silent again, with Si Jin's heavy breathing becoming more prominent.

The echoes reverberated in the empty room, as if subjected to some extreme "torture".

But only Xiao Yao knew that this was the result of his insistence on taking a cold shower that afternoon.

He has a fever.

A sinister smile gradually crept onto his lips, like a hunter about to succeed in his hunt, sending chills down one's spine.

Xiao Yao was increasingly confused: "Sir, what are you doing now? Are you really that happy to get yourself so feverish?"

What do you know? Isn't this body intolerant? Si Jin laughed, locking Xiao Yao in the dark room while explaining: Then I'm going to find some excitement.

Imagine me running a fever, my whole body trembling, and then being held in A Yuan's calloused hands, my clothes pressed against his rough linen, his touch on my ankles, his stroking of my back, or a forceful kiss—what would that feel like?