Chapter 177 Imprisonment One Day
It has been thirteen days since Su Yu was imprisoned by Feng Huaijin.
It was midday, and the bedroom, with its altered window layout, was easily illuminated by daylight, except for the large bed inside, which was always shrouded in heavy curtains.
"Hiss—Brother, brother, I was wrong."
The shadowy figure inside the curtain swayed violently.
A moment later, the Demon Lord, the new master of the Demon Palace, was kicked out of bed by a chained foot.
The Demon Lord collapsed to the ground in a disheveled manner, wearing only a pair of trousers, his upper body bare, his perfectly sculpted muscles bearing numerous bite marks and scratches.
The most obvious thing is a tooth mark on his left shoulder, still wet, as if it had just been licked.
He probably angered his sensitive lover again.
Then came a pillow, which the demon inside the tent threw at the Demon Lord's face, accompanied by an angry shout: "No one is allowed in bed tonight!"
Feng Huaijin was hit by the pillow, let out a muffled groan, and instinctively hugged the pillow to his chest, shamelessly acting like a rogue: "No, brother, I really know I was wrong."
"Heh," the demon inside the tent was clearly furious, letting out a cold laugh and throwing out another pillow, "I think you'll be sleeping in the study tonight!"
This was probably done to vent anger; the pillow was thrown askew, but Feng Huaijin managed to catch it in his arms.
He secretly buried the tip of his nose in it.
It has a light, refreshing fragrance.
Yes, this one belongs to my older brother.
The curtains were roughly yanked open by a hand reaching out from inside the tent, revealing a tall, slender, and imposing figure.
He was wearing a loosely draped black robe with red patterns, tied at the waist with a belt. There were also quite a few red marks from his neck down, which eventually disappeared into the shadows under the robe.
The hem of her robe trailed on the ground, and as she moved, her straight, fair legs were faintly visible beneath the robe.
The feet that touched the ground were bare, with a thin golden chain encircling the left ankle. The latter half of the chain was hidden by the floor-length curtains and could not be clearly seen. In fact, it was connected to the bedpost and was long enough to move around in the entire bedchamber, but it could not take a single step outside the bedchamber.
Su Yu's face was still flushed, from anger.
However, the redness under her eyes was different from the redness on her face; it was from Xiaoyue being kissed these past few days, but Su Yu had stopped letting her kiss him.
At this moment, the usually aloof demon had a fiery look in his eyes, and with the red on his body, his coldness melted into a vivid vitality and beauty.
This is probably the true essence of his soul.
Feng Huaijin looked at him, his eyes darkening, and his face began to flush again.
I don't know where my thoughts went.
Su Yu could easily see through him, so she glared at him angrily and called out his full name: "Feng Huaijin!"
His anger flared, and the wickedness he usually kept hidden finally surfaced. He strode over to Feng Huaijin, who was still sitting haphazardly on the ground, raised his foot and pressed down hard on Feng Huaijin's lower abdomen, saying with a forced smile, "Feng Huaijin, you seem quite energetic."
Feng Huaijin sat on the ground and put down the two pillows after seeing Su Yu come over.
"Hmm," he didn't dodge, but took the hit and groaned. Instead of retreating, he raised his hand and grasped the ankle, his fingers rubbing the ankle ring around it and the skin next to it. He said sincerely, "I'm sorry, brother, but asking me to endure it seems a bit too much for me."
He felt that his brother was perfect in every way, so how could he possibly resist?
What's more, now, the usually powerful and unruly taxi driver is obediently locked up by him.
Feng Huaijin put the anklet on Su Yu on the seventh day.
Aside from its attractive design and color, it has no other function, and Su Yu can tear it off at any time if she wants.
However, Feng Huaijin was quite satisfied to see his brother wearing it.
After receiving Su Yu's promise of a month's permission, he was cautious at first, but then he became more and more unrestrained every day.
Lock up your brother, only allowing him to see you.
He chooses the clothes for us, and he feeds us the food he makes.
All of them have been achieved.
Although it was only temporary, it was enough to make Feng Huaijin incredibly happy.
It was a dreamlike time; he truly wished he would never wake up.
Over the past few days, most of the Demon Palace's subordinates have realized that the Demon Lord has been in a particularly good mood lately. If they have done something poorly, it's best to report it now, as the punishment will be relatively light.
Since Su Yu had already given her permission, there was no reason for her to go back on her word.
Aside from the limited range of activities and certain time spent in bed, Feng Huaijin usually took very good care of him.
Let them shackle him; it won't stop him from kicking the demon.
But now, being touched like this by him still gives me the creeps.
This demon's energy is a bit too abundant.
But would he admit it? That's impossible.
However, this demon was too greedy. Su Yu endured it for a few days, but her anger and resentment gradually built up until she was about to explode with rage.
Although there are times when it feels good, it's been like this for several days in a row, and he really can't take it anymore.
So, with a hint of malice creeping in, he pressed down: "I'll bear with it, I'm hungry, I want to eat."
Feng Huaijin took a breath, released his grip on Su Yu's ankle, and smiled as he pleaded, "Okay, okay, brother, don't step on it anymore. Calm down, I'll go right now."
Su Yu withdrew her foot with a stern face.
Unexpectedly, Feng Huaijin added, "How about we play here together after I finish eating?"
Su Yu's face flushed red instantly, and she couldn't catch her breath. Finally, she kicked him in the chest and said, "Go cook!"
Ignoring Feng Huaijin's feigned fall, she turned around angrily, grabbed the new clothes hanging at the foot of the bed, and went into the curtained room to change.
I don't know where this brat learned all this weird stuff.
Feng Huaijin, who remained where he was, happily touched his chest. After a while, he got up, casually picked up some clothes and put them on. He then used a cleaning spell on the two pillows and stuffed them into the bed behind the curtains. He said softly, "Then I'll go and make some food for you, brother. What would you like to eat today?"
Su Yu gritted her teeth, grabbed the two pillows, and put them back in their place: "No, whatever."
Feng Huaijin nodded: "Then let's choose three dishes and a soup from the ones that brother likes to eat?"
"Okay, go ahead." Su Yu waved her hand dismissively.
Before leaving this bedchamber, Feng Huaijin would linger for a while, chatting about this and that; he was used to it.
Feng Huaijin, feigning tears through the curtain, said, "Brother, do you really want me to leave? Are you getting impatient with me? Tired of me?"
Su Yu suddenly burst out from behind the curtain.
Then she reached out and grabbed his collar, forcing him to lean forward, and then pressed their lips together hard: "Okay! I like you the most! Don't push your luck!"
Feng Huaijin's eyes instantly filled with smiles. In this peaceful and happy moment, his crimson eyes were devoid of any bloodlust, as clear as a ruby.
He pursed his lips with pleasure.
"Okay, brother, I'll go right away."
As usual, lunch was prepared by Feng Huaijin, who also fed Su Yu.
Su Yu had tried to regain his autonomy over eating, but whenever he brought it up, Feng Huaijin would put on a heartbroken look and whine, "Didn't you say you'd listen to me for the next month?"
He had no idea you could be so twisted back then.
He hates himself.
Oh well, what's the harm in eating anyway?
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