2023/9/13
In my short yet long life, I have never felt the light until I met you.
So I want to imprison you, devour your internal organs, and kiss your blood and flesh.
Perhaps, this way I can have a lamp that burns eternally, just for me.
———Shi Youxi
(隰, xi, second tone)
Haishi, Wenzhai.
Mu Yiran stumbled up the stairs from the corridor, clutching her skirt. She bit her lip hard, her fair skin flushed.
The scenery in her vision became dizzying and dim. She pressed her lower abdomen and laughed at herself for being so incredibly stupid.
After her maternal grandmother and parents passed away one after another, the Wen family became the only place Mu Yiran could call home, so she naively believed that she still had so-called family ties.
So when her aunt invited her to the Wen family home on the grounds of celebrating Grandpa Wen's 70th birthday, she came without thinking.
But what she didn't expect was that the Wen family actually wanted to send her to someone else's bed in order to save the Wen family from bankruptcy.
Ten minutes ago.
Mu Yiran was led to the study by the servants, and as soon as she entered, she was pinned to the ground by her aunt and uncle.
"Mu Yiran, you are also a member of the Wen family. It is your responsibility to help the group overcome its difficulties!"
Her aunt, Jiang Wen, tore off her dignified and gentle mask, her facial muscles tensed, and her sharp nails dug into Mu Yiran's flesh.
"If it weren't for the Wen family, do you think you'd get this kind of windfall? Don't push your luck."
She pinched Mu Yiran's mouth shut and said to her husband, "Quick, bring the medicine over!"
Wen Zaosi, who was holding Mu Yiran back, handed the cup to his wife.
His gaze was fixed on the girl kneeling in front of him. Her fair skin was covered with a faint blush, and tears welled up in her large, bright doe eyes. Her pure yet alluring and captivating appearance made his crotch clench.
Sitting in the main seat of the room, Old Master Wen watched indifferently as his son and daughter-in-law drugged his granddaughter, remaining silent about the farce.
"Alright, hurry up and send them over." Old Master Wen put down his teacup, frowned in disgust, and spoke in a cold tone.
Jiang Wen pulled her hand back. "Honey, go and call some people. Keep it quiet."
After Wen Zao Si left, only the "old, weak, and sick" remained in the room.
Jiang Wen looked at the girl's face, which was covered in water stains.
She couldn't just send her to that man's bed like that, so she grabbed a rag from the table and started wiping the girl's face.
"Smack!"
As she approached, Mu Yiran grabbed the glass that had just contained the aphrodisiac and smashed it hard against her head.
"Ahhh!"
She shoved the screaming woman away, and the next second, Mu Yiran got up and casually threw the cup at the panicked old man who had just stood up.
"Mu Yiran, you... ah!"
Excellent, a double victory.
A true woman never looks back. Hearing the intertwined cries of agony, Mu Yiran smiled with satisfaction.
She suddenly mustered her strength and rushed out.
When I was a child, I came here with Ms. Wenqie. I was so focused on the makka pak ka that I didn't even notice how big this old house was!
Just as Mu Yiran was about to run downstairs, she saw several security guards running up from downstairs, so she simply turned around and ran towards the suite on the top floor.
The surge of heat between her legs made her knees buckle, and she could only move her feet hesitantly.
Damn it!
In novels, male protagonists who are drugged are often portrayed as having superhuman strength, as if they're about to "transform into an Autobot" at any moment.
It's different when it comes to her.
What brand of aphrodisiacs discriminates against men and women?!
You can tell what kind of men they trade with from Jiang Wen's words.
Those who can be called "Master" are simply old and have bald patches on their heads.
Most importantly, it's still small.
Jiang Wen still has the nerve to call this an incredibly wealthy and powerful affair.
It's more like a bucket of shit.
More and more people were chasing her, and several burly men ran up the stairs in front of her, heading in her direction.
Mu Yiran could only stop halfway, push open the heavy wooden door next to her, and stumble into the suite.
Suddenly.
Footsteps echoed from the room, the soles of leather shoes making a neat and crisp sound on the marble floor.
A deep, hoarse voice rang out.
"You're here?"
Mu Yiran's consciousness began to blur. In the overlapping light and shadow, a tall figure appeared, and she subconsciously cried out for help, "Save me, save me—"
Her legs gave way, and her body fell forward, crashing into a hard, broad chest.
The man's arms wrapped tightly around Mu Yiran's shoulders and back. In that instant, she smelled a faint scent that was both familiar and unsettling.
We're saved...
"Please, please help me..."
Mu Yiran weakly raised her head, and when she saw the man's face clearly, she couldn't make a sound because of shock and panic.
"You...how could you!"
A sharp pain shot through the back of her neck, and before she fainted, Mu Yiran heard the man's voice trembling with excitement.
"Sister, I've caught you."
"..."
Mu Yiran was awakened by the heat in her body.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and tried to get up, but as soon as she lifted her leg, she felt a cold sensation on her foot.
Mu Yiran: "?"
She looked down and saw the iron ring locked around her right ankle, with the other end of the chain resting on the ceiling.
A soft laugh came from the sofa in front of the bed, "Sister's awake?"
Mu Yiran looked up and saw the man walking towards her from the darkness.
The man wore a red silk shirt and black trousers. He had long, narrow phoenix eyes and pale, cold skin, like the whitest moon in the night or the strongest red wine.
The face she both longed for and feared became clearer and clearer.
Mu Yiran had seen this face at ages 10, 16, and 18.
It had only been two months since they last met. The man's face was still handsome, but he had shed his youthful naiveté and become mature and aloof.
Those familiar phoenix eyes were filled with an even more frenzied and intense lust than before.
Mu Yiran softly called out the name that had appeared countless times in her dreams—
“The time is low-lying.”
The familiar scene made Mu Yiran feel disoriented for a moment, as if she were still locked in the iron cage that Shi Youxi had built for her.
She looked down at her wrist, where it was empty.
Even if she was unwilling to admit it, Mu Yiran was clearly aware of the fact before her.
At this moment, she has not traveled through time.
The disordered timeline was corrected and returned to its original state.
She finally met Shi Youxi in the real world.
No longer the boyish Shi Youxi that Mu Yiran used to treat as her younger brother.
Now standing before Mu Yiran is Shi Youxi, who is two years older than her and has become a man at the age of 23.
And she was captured by Shi Youxi once again.
For a fleeting moment, Mu Yiran seemed to see the iron cage that Shi Youxi had once built open its doors to her.
Iron Cage: It's been a long time since I've seen my Ran.
Iron Cage: Come on in! Come on in and have some fun, sis!
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