◇ Chapter 50 Calling My Name

An Qin's body gradually arched up, his throat tightened, and his ears were burned by the heat waves of these words, so red that blood almost dripped out.

"Master..." He spoke subconsciously, called the wrong name, and stopped suddenly.

Shen Yanheng tightened his grip: "Hmm?"

An Qin quickly shut his mouth. His absolute obedience to his master had long been ingrained in him, so even if he hesitated, he dared not have any thoughts of overstepping the boundaries.

He felt even more desperate, and wanted to pretend nothing had happened, letting Shen Yanheng do whatever he wanted, just waiting for this to pass.

According to past experience, as long as he kept silent and looked like a dead body, even though the tutor was shameless, he would stop when he had touched him enough.

After all, he had already experienced Shen Yanheng's shamelessness.

What An Qin didn't expect was that the owner of Fengyue Villa, who he thought was supposed to be a bright and noble man, was actually even more shameless than when he was the Grand Tutor.

The man pinched Anqin's most vulnerable part unscrupulously and served her hard.

After all, we are all animals who think with our lower body. Even the most heartless and desireless people will have their most instinctive desires aroused by this action. An Qin is just an ordinary person, so he is no exception.

An Qin's back trembled slightly twice, and a few low syllables came out of his throat, and an unfamiliar stimulation spread throughout his body.

"Since you want to be a servant, then you have to do whatever the master tells you to do." Seeing that An Qin did not accept the toast, Chen Yanheng had to speak in a low voice.

An Qin snorted, his eyelashes trembling, and he didn't respond, which was considered as his tacit agreement with his master's words.

He is a subordinate, and the owner of the manor saved his life, so he should listen to the owner in everything.

Chen Yanheng said, "You can be my secret guard during the day, don't worry. I, your master, have many experts around me, so I don't need you to risk your life for protection. At night, come here and warm the bed. First, feed me some love medicine, take off your clothes and throw them on the bed, and wait for me to enter the room..."

This is too... An Qin's throat tightened.

Chen Yanheng continued, "You also need to learn the skills of serving others. You can't keep your mouths idle. The master has many hobbies. Since you are willing to be his pet, go find Ying Nineteen to get medicine tomorrow. The things you have mentioned above are no longer needed. If you can produce some more milk..."

As Chen Yanheng spoke, he lowered his head and sniffed An Qin's chest, as if he was really thinking about whether there was...

An Qin's nerves were almost broken into a straight line by the stimulation of these words. The image of a tall savior in his heart suddenly collapsed. The man's warm breath blew in front of him, and his heart rose to his throat. He couldn't help but think about his future experience as Chen Yanheng said.

"An Qin, call my name and I can give you Fengyue Villa." Chen Yanheng noticed An Qin's trembling that was not due to shame, so he hugged him tightly, resting his head on An Qin's head, his voice hoarse and low.

An Qin's heart suddenly softened, and the balance between his master and Shen Yanheng suddenly tilted.

"...I don't want Fengyue Villa." An Qin said sullenly. His tense instep relaxed, his clenched fists loosened, and his Adam's apple rolled again and again: "Chen, Chen Yanheng."

Chen Yanheng was finally happy: "Finally you don't call me Manor Master anymore. Does this mean you forgive me?"

An Qin: "I was never angry."

He was indeed angry, but since Chen Yanheng was the owner of the manor, how could he dare to be angry with the owner? He was more in disbelief, and his worldview that he had held for many years collapsed.

After all, in his mind, the owner of Fengyue Villa is an immortal-like existence. He should be a gentle man with kind eyes and warm as the wind.

"So you agree to marry me?" Chen Yanheng was so happy that he forgot about the many injuries on his body. He wanted to turn over and push An Qin down to take advantage of his "future wife".

"hiss--"

The wound that had been cleaned and bandaged with great difficulty suddenly tore open, and the bright red blood instantly dyed the white gauze red. Chen Yanheng's face turned pale in pain, and he almost collapsed in the middle of the pressure.

An Qin didn't have time to refute him. He just didn't get angry, so how could he agree to get married? He didn't care that he was naked. An Qin immediately sat up and said, "Chen Yanheng!"