Inside the house at this time.

Yin Buqi was looking at her foolishly. Every inch of her face looked like a unique piece that had been carefully carved thousands of times by gods. It could truly be said to be cut and polished.

Looking at Yin Buqi's unparalleled beauty, who had been her pet since childhood, Jiang Niannian really couldn't bring herself to say cruelly no. So to Jiang Niannian, this face could be simplified into two words - grinding.

It's really a tough fight!!!

No more pretending, let's be honest, she was just mesmerized by his beauty, she just wanted his body, she is cheap!

Jiang Niannian said: "Well... you have to let me take a shower first... it's really dirty..."

The clothes were wrinkled and stained with blood and mud from the fight.

"Then can we do it after taking a shower?" Yin Buqi lowered his head and moved closer to her. His voice was low and hoarse, like temptation, full of helplessness and gentle pampering.

"...Yeah." Jiang Niannian nodded, and was about to get up with a red face, but was grabbed by the waist and carried back.

"What are you doing?"

Yin Buqi was breathing heavily and begging her softly in her ear.

Yin Buqi whispered something in her ear.

"You want to teach me a technique that can prolong my life and bring me physical and mental happiness?"

"Yeah." Yin Buqi's expression was very serious.

Jiang Niannian: Do you think I’m a liar?

"Niannian." Yin Buqi looked at her foolishly, and his red eyes reflected her little self.

He was cold to everyone, but as long as she was nice to him, he would be extremely happy, and his whole personality would soften. He would stick to her like a cat and be nice to her without reservation.

Jiang Niannian sighed, and as he wished, she buried her face in Yin Buqi's shoulder and stammered, "I, I'm not very good at it..."

"It's okay, Nian Nian." Yin Buqi smiled and breathed hot air into her ear: "I'll teach you."

Jiang Niannian pushed Yin Buqi away, got up and went behind the screen to prepare for a bath.

Yin Buqi lay on his side on the bed and spoke slowly, "Niannian, you don't have to cover yourself so tightly. I cast a spell on Niannian. I can clearly see her every move."

Jiang Niannian was surprised: "Is it true?"

"Fake."

Jiang Niannian: “…” If it weren’t for the fact that you’re my adopted son, I would have slapped you to death with a ‘fuck’.

However, just as Jiang Niannian took off her clothes and entered the wooden tub, a clingy guy walked in shamelessly and took a bath with her.

Another hour later.

Jiang Niannian lay on the bed, exhausted both physically and mentally, ready to fall asleep.

A cub: "Nian Nian."

Jiang Niannian pretended to be dead: "..."

"Nian Nian." A certain cub was unwilling to give in. He had just tasted the sweetness and was in high spirits.

Jiang Niannian continued to pretend to be dead: "..."

One of the kids chuckled, touched her all over, hugged her tightly, and became more and more demanding.

Jiang Niannian gave up the struggle.

"Come on!" She closed her eyes, with a look of fearlessness in her eyes.

Yin Buqi looked at Jiang Niannian, his lips curled up in a slight smile, and his eyelashes trembled.

His hand stroked Jiang Niannian's wrist.

She just felt a tightening at her wrist.

At first she didn't think anything of it, but when she moved her arm and heard the crisp sound of a bell, she discovered that there was a black iron chain wrapped around her hand, and the other end was connected to Yin Buqi's hand!

It’s so funny, there’s no way to escape!

Yin Buqi lowered his eyes and looked at her, the corners of his eyes turned red, and his red pupils became deeper.

He lowered his head, and his bright red lips fell on Jiang Niannian's neck.

That stubborn and gloomy spirit gradually gained the upper hand, and at this point, he seemed too lazy to pretend anymore.

At this time, Jiang Niannian clearly felt like a fish on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.

Surface: Let the storm come harder! Don't pity this delicate flower of mine!

Inner thought: Will I be fucked or die? QAQ.

He undressed Jiang Niannian bit by bit, his movements were slow and yet extremely dangerous.

When he spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse, full of morbid and obsessive possessiveness, as if he was trying his best to restrain something: "Niannian, I actually want to tie you up and imprison you, and then make you unable to get out of bed. I can do that, but I won't do it, because I want to have all of you...including your heart."

Jiang Niannian admitted that she had fallen.

This man is so damn tempting!

One thousand, one hundred and eighty-six words that you and I know very well are omitted here.

…

As the night deepened, the sound of rain gradually stopped and a faint moonlight hung on the branches.

Shen Yu sat at the table, looking at the white jade flute in his hand, thoughtfully.

"Xiao Yu'er, do you know that kindness is harder to come by than bravery? Because bravery is a momentary impulse, while kindness is often a difficult choice."

"Shen...Yu...let...it...go..."

Let go? How can he let go?

He has come this far, no matter what, there is no turning back.

In this world, the strong prey on the weak, and there are traps everywhere.

Bring you a lot of warmth, and then ruthlessly destroy it in an instant with the reality that is a hundred times more cruel than warmth.

When you want to live a good life for a warm reason, the whole world sees you as a monster.

Yes, this world is wrong, and no one can stop it! No one can!

The more Shen Yu thought about it, the more excited he became. His eyes turned red and gleamed with brilliance as he paced back and forth in the room.

Suddenly, he held the white jade flute tightly in his arms again, slowly squatted in the corner, like a trapped beast, and murmured: "...Sister Su, Xiaoyuer misses you so much..."

If you were closer, you could see his eyelashes trembling and tears in his eyes.

…

When Jiang Niannian finally woke up from her sleep, it was already noon the next day.

Jiang Nian Nian: I feel sad (′-ω?`)

Suddenly, I wanted to clean the door.

When I woke up, besides feeling a little tired, I didn't feel...sore at all.

She moved slightly, and the hand on her waist tightened a little. She then realized that she was being embraced by someone who had eaten and drunk enough, and they were both lying naked in the same quilt.

Not only that, the iron chain on her wrist made a crisp sound whenever she moved slightly.

Jiang Niannian's pupils trembled violently, and it took her a while to remember that this chain was conjured by Yin Buqi last night.

She turned over and faced him.

Yin Buqi was still asleep, his long jet-black hair scattered and flowing between the pillow. His slightly pale skin was covered with scratches. Although not deep, the glaring red marks were intertwined with the black hair. Such an extreme color combination, coupled with his absolutely beautiful face, gave him an indescribable sense of brokenness, which was very attractive.