The bowl of sweet soup fell to the ground in an instant, making a crisp sound.

The oil lamp went out, and the room fell into darkness, leaving only the moonlight.

"ah!"

Yin Buqi suddenly threw Jiang Niannian onto the bed. His low, hoarse voice was filled with a sick, violent possessiveness: "Niannian, we have been together for so many years...Shen Yu was also like this, Zhao Anming was also like this, and the man on the float today was also like this. How come there is one more person in my sea of ​​consciousness who looks very similar to me? What does it mean?"

"Niannian is not a good girl. She always mentions other men in front of me..." He spoke slowly, and there seemed to be an undercurrent beneath his calmness.

Jiang Niannian shook her head, with a hint of reluctance: "No, I won't give up, you hurt me..."

He held her wrist tightly. His eyes and tone reminded her of the man who had imprisoned her, whom she had vaguely seen in her sea of ​​consciousness just now. She was inexplicably afraid. This fear was deep in her bones. It came inexplicably but was overwhelming.

Jiang Niannian swallowed her words and said quickly, "I don't care about other people, I only care about you. Can you please stop being so stubborn? Can't we just be like a normal couple and get along with each other normally?!"

Her moist almond-shaped eyes were filled with sparse and bright starlight, clear and beautiful.

"Hush..." A cold finger touched her lips, "Stop talking."

"Niannian is starting to bother me, right?" Yin Buqi's black hair was scattered, and the red mark on his forehead was shining brightly, with a kind of seductive and broken beauty. In the dark, he touched her trembling face, and his fingertips were stained with the warmth of her breath: "Yes, my love is obsessive, dark and morbid. Niannian can't accept me like this, so she started to escape from me and go to someone else, right?"

Jiang Niannian hunched her shoulders and continued to shake her head, her voice choking: "I never thought about leaving you... I'm just afraid..."

Yin Buqi held her earlobe with his warm lips and tongue, biting it gently, with an absolute sense of oppression: "What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Niannian was like a rabbit caught in the palm of a wild beast: "I'm afraid you'll lock me up and not let me go anywhere."

Yin Buqi's face was buried in her neck, and it was a long time before he raised his head.

The red eyes were filled with her face, like a deep and bright pool in the moonlight, with a dark and fierce whirlpool surging in the depths, like an overwhelming tidal wave.

His whole body exuded a frightening aura of madness, like a trapped beast, he just stared at her absentmindedly without saying a word.

Jiang Niannian only felt her scalp numbing from the heat, her body gradually becoming stiff, and there was a rustling sound of wind outside the window.

Yin Buqi smiled softly and slowly touched her forehead, "How can I bear to lock Nian Nian up? Although I really want to do this, I love Nian Nian, I love her very much, I will not hurt you, Nian Nian... believe me."

His long black eyelashes were condensed with tears, as fine as diamonds, as if he was possessed by a demon. He whispered very softly: "Niannian, just think of me and forget about everyone else, okay?"

Yin Buqi rubbed his forehead against hers, his eyes were filled with moisture and tears fell again. His skin was pale and almost transparent. The strength just now was completely gone. He was as humble as dust: "Okay... okay..."

Jiang Niannian's breath choked, and pain rose in his soft heart. He was so scared.

His soft hair was scattered on his forehead, his eyes were filled with fear and anxiety. She was so distressed that she couldn't breathe, but he was still begging: "Niannian, please?"

She held his cheek, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and coaxed him softly: "Okay, I will forget about everyone else and only think about you."

She clearly gave him so much love, but this man was too insecure.

Well, since he can't change, she might as well go crazy with him.

When Yin Buqi heard her words, her fresh floral scent filled his chest, spreading clearly along his blood vessels to his internal organs, igniting a blazing fire deep inside.

He rubbed her palm hard like a child who finally got candy, groaning with ecstasy from his throat, and called out hoarsely: "Nian Nian!"

Jiang Niannian heaved a sigh of relief when she saw him smile, and pounded his chest helplessly again: "Get up, I've been busy all day, I want to take a shower."

Yin Buqi did not stand up. Instead, his long tail coiled around her, starting from her ankles, and the tip of the tail tightly wrapped around Jiang Niannian's waist.

The hair is soft and fluffy, giving off a slight tingling and itchy feeling.

A strange warmth that can drown all the darkness in the world.

Jiang Niannian protested: "I want to take a bath!"

"Let's take a shower together later..." Yin Buqi's eyes revealed an infatuation that he could not extricate himself from, and his voice was low, "Niannian promised me that she would only think of me in the future."

Jiang Niannian was completely speechless. He always used promises to shut her up.

Yin Buqi kissed her lips, hooked her tongue and licked it gently, murmuring: "From beginning to end, every part of your body."

"I will enjoy them all."

"Don't give up..."

"Don't reject me, Nian Nian."

There was a faint fire flashing in his red eyes, and his black hair fell down, scattered on his robe.

Sweat poured down her face until she cried for mercy, telling him that he was the best man in the world and that she would only think of him from now on.

He then let her go, held her in his arms, rubbed her waist gently, and carried her to take a bath.

The next day, after breakfast, everyone went to Linlang Pavilion.

Linlang Pavilion was already crowded.

The pavilion covers a large area and is divided into three floors.

In the center of the first floor is a huge hibiscus white jade platform, covered by nine layers of indestructible barriers, used to display goods.

The second floor is for ordinary seats.

The third floor is a private room with luxurious decoration, wide view and good privacy protection for guests.

Jiang Niannian and others bought a private room.

Even though a few people arrived early, Linlang Pavilion was already crowded.

"Have you heard? Today's most important treasure is the forbidden technique of pulling the thread!"

"What? Isn't the art of pulling the thread lost?"

"Who knows if it's true? If this forbidden technique is really as good as the legend says, why didn't the person keep it to himself? He actually sold it! He must be crazy for money!"

After a while of noise, everyone sat down and the scene became quiet.

However, the first exhibit astonished the visitors.

Jiang Niannian and Yin Buqi looked down and were both slightly stunned.

A woman was brought up from the booth in a cage. It was Tang Murou!