The servants lined up to greet them.
"Greetings, young master."
Where is that woman?
The maid took Sheng Linghan's coat. "Wang Ma is taking care of Miss Fu Yu right now, because she's been locked in your bed as you requested."
Sheng Linghan clenched the Buddhist prayer beads in his palm.
For some reason, the skin that Fu Yu had kissed felt a burning pain again.
Only when she kissed him again could he feel relief.
Sheng Linghan loosened his tie and unbuttoned the buttons that were tightly around his neck.
But the suffocating feeling of being bound did not disappear; instead, it intensified due to the increasingly strong aroma in the air.
"Is she awake?"
"She's awake, but hasn't eaten yet."
Sheng Linghan raised his wrist; it was already 9:30 PM.
"You didn't make it for her?"
"It's Miss Fu Yu who doesn't want to eat."
Refusing to eat, staging a hunger strike?
The maid glanced quickly at Sheng Linghan and said, "Miss Fu Yu said she will only eat if the chains are removed."
After saying that, the maid shut her mouth.
No one has dared to bargain with Sheng Linghan yet.
Perhaps there are, but such people have long since turned into a pile of bones and can no longer speak.
Sheng Linghan unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up to his forearms, revealing smooth muscle lines and the Yama tattoo on his pale skin.
"Bring the plate in, I'll feed her myself."
Fu Yu was lying on the bed when she heard footsteps at the door. She quickly got up and shouted, "Let me go! Let me out! Do you hear me? Let me go!"
Where do you want to go?
Sheng Linghan entered the bedroom, grabbed Fu Yu's ankle, and pulled her close.
"You climbed into my bed, and you think you can get away?"
"There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."
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