Fu Yinzhou looked at her, his dark eyes churning, and even his breathing became disordered.

“What Zhizhi gives is also a reward.”

Shen Zhiyi stepped on him again.

Where are the keys?

Where did you put it?

Fu Yinzhou's eyes reddened slightly as he said in a hoarse voice, "Take it from your pants pocket."

Shen Zhiyi paused for a moment, then withdrew her foot.

I knelt on the bed, crawled over, got close to him, and patted his face.

"Be good, don't move."

"Hmm." Fu Yinzhou's voice lowered further, but a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Shen Zhiyi stared into his eyes, reached out, and slipped her hand into his pants pocket.

Slender fingertips carefully searched through the thin fabric inside the pocket.

Before finding the key, she first felt the burning heat of his skin.

Shen Zhiyi chuckled softly, pinched the cold key inside her pants, and slowly pulled it out along the edge of the pocket.

Lingering deliberately at points of obstruction.

Fu Yinzhou let out a low breath, his ears turning red.

"Can't take it anymore?" she said.

Fu Yinzhou's Adam's apple bobbed deeply, and he gently shook his head. "Zhizhi can go a little harder."

Shen Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.

Her palm enveloped the key, her warmth and softness intertwining with its coldness and hardness, together assaulting his reason.

Fu Yinzhou's expression was restrained, his sword-like eyebrows deeply furrowed.

It was as if I was simultaneously enveloped by pain and pleasure; all I could see and hear was her.

He accepted everything she gave him.

And he was overjoyed by it.

“Fu Yinzhou,” Shen Zhiyi said with a smile, leaning in to kiss his lips. “You tie me up once, and I’ll tie you up once. That’s what’s fair.”

A light kiss, yet it stirred his deepest and most enduring desires.

He eagerly leaned in, seeking a kiss.

"Zhizhi can do whatever she wants."

"I'll agree to anything as long as you stay by my side."

"You said it yourself." Shen Zhiyi took out the key, sat back on the bed, and stepped on him again.

This time, I used force.

Fu Yinzhou slumped back in his chair, his chest heaving heavily.

He stared blankly at the ceiling.

Every pore on her body trembled and shook because of her.

But that's not enough...

It's still not enough...

As if deliberately torturing him, Shen Zhiyi held the key and began to slowly and methodically unfasten the gold chain on her ankle.

But I can still touch him.

Adjust the angle of your slightly arched foot to find the keyhole opening.

"Bear with it," she said lightly, "You can't grab me with your hands, and you can't be too happy."

Fu Yinzhou listened to her, suppressing the joy surging in his heart, lowering his head slightly, and looking down at her.

He leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, completely unrestrained, yet he dared not move an inch because of her words, letting her do as she pleased.

"Zhizhi..." He gazed at her face, completely mesmerized, "You're so beautiful..."

Shen Zhiyi stomped on him hard.

"abnormal."

"Are you allowed to praise me?"

Fu Yinzhou almost couldn't control himself, his knuckles gripping the side of the chair so tightly they almost turned white.

But my heart is burning with passion.

Shen Zhiyi clicked off the gold chain on her foot, then climbed to the foot of the bed and untied the other end of the chain.

Then, they climbed over and, making the most of the resources, wrapped them around his chest, confining him to the wheelchair.

She clapped her hands and sat down on the blanket in front of him.

"Has Zhizhi had enough fun?" Fu Yinzhou gazed at her with adoring eyes.

Shen Zhiyi smiled slyly.

"Of course not."

"Is this all you're doing, a punishment?"

Her gaze fell, and suddenly she reached out and untied his tie.

“There’s another one who won’t listen; he needs to be tied up too.”

Fu Yinzhou's dark pupils suddenly contracted.

The giant beast, trapped in the abyss and feeding on hunger, had just gained a moment of freedom when it was bound even more tightly.

The knot she tied, called punishment, also firmly captured his soul.

No one could express the sheer joy they felt.

Ecstasy intertwined with pain.

Fu Yinzhou finally understood what the real punishment she was talking about was.

It is an unsatisfied provocation;

It was a torment that forced him to be torn between reason and delusion;

It is a fascination and confusion woven together by "casual treatment" and "gentle kisses";

It is the pain of following her but being unable to get close to her.

It is a fluttering of the heart, a dazzling and mesmerizing sight.

"Zhizhi, help me." He finally couldn't help but plead.

My whole body was burning with a surging desire.

He only wanted to kneel at her feet, yearning for some cold comfort from her.

Shen Zhiyi brought him to the brink of death several times, only to stop him abruptly.

"This is the price you pay for knocking me out."

She cupped his face in her hands and asked him softly, "Would you dare to do it again next time?"

"Restricting my freedom without my consent."

Fu Yinzhou shook his head.

The corners of his eyes were red.

"I'll do whatever you say."

"I promise."

Shen Zhiyi moved closer and touched the tip of his nose. "Then I want to go back to being a psychologist and go back to work."

Fu Yinzhou almost burst into tears.

Are you still leaving?

"Zhizhi, please... don't do this to me..." He was tormented by desire, yet at the same time, he was experiencing the pain of losing her.

"You know how much I love you."

"I promised you I would do the hardest thing in the world for you."

"I have learned to stand up."

"Don't go... okay?"

His reason crumbled, forcing him to shed tears.

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