The villa was exceptionally quiet in the afternoon, with only suppressed breathing coming from the bedroom, mingling with the warmth of the sunlight, like a languid melody.
Yu Jiuyuan looked at the swaying crystal chandelier on the ceiling and suddenly remembered a certain night during winter vacation.
Rong Shenghan was looking at documents while resting his head on her lap. She was tending to his wounds when he suddenly looked up and asked, "If one day I'm no longer useful, will you kick me out?"
She smiled and pinched his cheek, saying, "How could that be? My dog is so well-behaved."
Looking back now, he probably already knew something back then.
She knew the power behind the Su family, the Ji family's conspiracy, and even her secret with the system.
But he didn't say anything. Even when she almost kicked him out, he just stayed by her side obediently, taking care of her troubles and being her most worry-free "bed warmer".
What a well-behaved pet.
Yu Jiuyuan chuckled inwardly, but her fingertips tightened around Rong Shenghan's neck.
As the sunlight gradually slanted westward, it cast long shadows on the curtains.
Rong Shenghan held her against the headboard, his fingertips playing with her long hair that fell over her shoulders. His gaze fell on the red marks on her neck, and he suddenly said, "I will handle things with the Ji family."
Yu Jiuyuan didn't say anything, but snuggled closer to him like a contented cat.
She knew what he meant.
He will clear away any potential troubles for her and prevent them from bothering her again.
This is his "obedience," maintaining her control in his own way.
Your hand isn't healed yet.
She suddenly remembered something, reached for the ointment on the bedside table, and reapplied it to his wound. "Don't get it wet these next few days. I'll ask Xie Zhecheng to take care of things in the student council."
Rong Shenghan chuckled softly, took her hand and kissed it lightly: "Okay, whatever you say."
The golden rays of the setting sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow on their clasped hands.
Looking at the tenderness in his eyes, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly felt that this taming game might not be so boring after all.
At least, among these men—whether they were obsessive, indifferent, or arrogant—she could find one who was willing to completely submit to her.
Just like now, Rong Shenghan leaned quietly against the headboard, letting her play with his injured arm, his eyes showing no dissatisfaction, only complete indulgence.
This is what she wanted: a gentle, obedient, yet powerful pet.
As night quietly fell, warm yellow lights illuminated the villa.
Yu Jiuyuan lay in Rong Shenghan's arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, her fingertips drawing circles on his chest.
The system panel lit up in his mind. Rong Shenghan's favorability was still 100, but the positive value of his emotional fluctuations had risen to 120, like a warm current surging beneath a calm lake.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, looking up. "I'll go make you something to eat."
Rong Shenghan pressed down on her shoulder to prevent her from getting up: "Don't move, just stay here."
He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his voice as gentle as the evening breeze, "Having you here is enough."
Yu Jiuyuan smiled and didn't insist any further.
She knew this was his way of expressing forgiveness and asserting ownership.
In this tender moment of "compensation," they both got what they wanted: she consolidated her control, and he confirmed his special status.
As night deepened, the villa fell silent.
Yu Jiuyuan closed her eyes, feeling the warmth in her arms, and suddenly felt that perhaps being a "competent" master occasionally wasn't so difficult.
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