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That day, Xiao Minxing did not go upstairs after dinner but quietly sat at the dining table.
I was trembling and did not dare to clean up the table, so I could only pretend to sit quietly, even being careful with my breathing.
His king-like gaze swept over the dishes on the table as he asked, "What, are you waiting for me to clean up?"
I immediately jumped up from my chair, quickly gathering the items towards the kitchen sink while replying, "No, no, I just thought you hadn't finished eating."
"Then do you see anything left to eat on this?" he asked again.
I felt a wave of frustration; every plate was cleaned out completely. I didn't know if he was too hungry or what.
"Then what do you want to eat? I can make something for you," I asked, forcing myself to be brave. In reality, I didn't want to prepare another meal at all.
There was no answer. I thought he had gone upstairs and couldn't help but look outside.
Suddenly, I realized his tall figure had somehow appeared at the kitchen entrance, staring at me without blinking.
My heart skipped a beat, and my mind went blank for a moment, causing the plate in my hand to slip and fall with a loud crash into the sink, splashing some water and startling me awake.
I hurriedly turned my head away, trying hard to focus on my task.
Xiao Minxing's voice sounded strange; it wasn't as stiff as usual and lacked any sarcasm. It seemed he casually asked, "Is doing this tiring?"
I didn't know when it started, but every time he spoke to me in that casual tone, my heart would race, and it felt like a deer was excitedly bumping around in my chest.
The complaints about his past actions faded away without a trace, replaced by long-hidden affection that surged forth uncontrollably.
I felt completely softened. Thinking about his work, I lowered my head and said, "Not tiring; it's not as hard as what you do."
He was silent for a long time before gently saying, "I've thought of a way to punish you."
"Ah..."
This time, the plate wasn't so lucky; it fell directly to the ground and shattered into pieces.
I desperately swallowed to calm myself down and hurriedly tried to clean up the mess on the floor, but my hand was grabbed by Xiao Minxing.
With a half-smile on his face, he looked into my eyes with a calculating gaze and said, "You can't escape. You don't need to clean this up; I wouldn't want you to hurt these hands. They need to serve me in the future."
Had I overestimated his goodwill? He never intended to let me go; he just hadn't figured out how to deal with me yet. Naively, I thought the calmness of the past few days was a sign of change, but it turned out to be the calm before the storm.
How could I still not see through this routine after so long and so many times? Why was I still unprepared?
Xiao Minxing had already bent down to clean up the mess on the floor and even turned around to grab an apron and started washing the remaining dishes.
A wave of despair washed over me. This tyrant was willing to do even this; he must have thought of something that would make my life worse than death. What did he plan to do with my hands?
Was he going to roast them like bear paws?
I looked at my hands in front of me and felt a pang of pain, losing even the courage to open my eyes.
However, he quickly finished what he was doing, pulled me in with him, and rinsed off the remaining dish soap under the faucet. Then he said with an odd tone, "Get up early tomorrow."
I was so scared that I couldn't sleep all night. Really, I kept staring at my hands, and several times I mustered the courage to ask him what he wanted to do, but in the end, I gave up again.
But dawn still broke little by little, white light penetrating through the curtains into the room.
I felt for the first time that daytime could be such a terrifying thing; I barely dared to step out of my bedroom door, yet I could hear that Xiao Minxing had already gotten up on time next door.
His footsteps headed towards the stairs but quickly returned, this time coming directly to my door.
He didn't have the habit of knocking, so he just barged in.
I was scared to death and felt like jumping out of the window.
He glanced at me coolly, his voice as cold as ever: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing... nothing. What do you want to do?"
His expression suddenly shifted, pulling into a cold smile: "What I want to do, can I do it now?"
I almost wanted to collapse to the ground, but then I saw his foot move closer, grabbing my swaying body and asking, "What’s going on? Speak."
My voice trembled; it took me a while to squeeze out two words: "I'm scared."
"What are you scared of?" he asked coldly, without hesitation or emotion.
I nervously glanced at my hands and couldn't say anything more.
He paused for a few seconds, pushed me onto a nearby chair, and said, "I don't have a hobby of chopping off people's hands; I'll leave yours intact."
Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes turned cold again, but this time he wasn't staring at my face; he was looking at my clothes.
God knows that I had taken a shower last night and changed into pajamas to sleep, but no matter what I did, I couldn't fall asleep. So I got up, lay down again, got up again, and ended up wrinkling my nice pajamas so much that even the buttons in front came undone.
These clothes were originally bought by Xiao Minxing, and the style and fabric are such that they are short and revealing. Now, with the buttons undone, they fail to cover my chest above and my legs below, making it quite indecent.
He leaned closer, his hand resting on my shoulder before gently sliding down to my chest, his tone impatient.
"So that's why you didn't make breakfast; you really want me to eat you."
Before I could react, he lowered his head and captured my lips, dominatingly licking around before suddenly using force to pry open my lips and teeth, plunging in deeply, scraping at my breath little by little.
I was stunned, staring wide-eyed at the man in front of me, forgetting to resist and even where I was, allowing him to take what he wanted, twisting and grinding against me.
If I remember correctly, he never liked to kiss me.
Although we had done many things in the past, he never kissed me. It was as if he adhered to some kind of ritual, never showing kindness, believing that my body was unworthy of him, tainting him and deceiving him. Therefore, all his actions with me were acts of revenge, unrelated to feelings, let alone kisses.
But in the sunlight of this morning, this man who had always looked down on me actually leaned down to kiss me, clearly filled with affection.
His eyes were half-closed, long eyelashes curling down. His high nose occasionally brushed against my nose tip. The warmth of his breath blurred all my emotions—nervousness and hands that had nowhere to go instinctively wrapped around his neck as he gently lifted me up, slowly responding from initial passivity.
His eyelids fluttered slightly; his movements paused before delving deeper inside without the initial hostility. It became delicate and tender as his tongue slid from the corner of my lips in a gentle exploration, our breaths intertwining.
After a long while, he finally lifted his head slightly. His gaze softened as it fell into my eyes, carrying a faint hint of tenderness that felt almost imperceptible.
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