Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 2161
You, help, me.
For the last three words, Si Jin paused once a second, leaning against Lin Yuan’s waist, aiming at a fixed point and uttering them slowly with a breath.
The person’s heart tightens and becomes hot, and the fingers that touch the laces begin to tremble unconsciously.
There were seven silk laces in a row. Although Lin Yuan was careful enough, when tying it, the thin calluses on his fingertips would still accidentally brush across the young master’s fair back. Combined with the touch of the linen clothes around his neck, it actually made Si Jin subconsciously curl his fingers, groan, and tremble several times.
By the time her pajamas were fastened, Si Jin’s eyes were already red.
The right side of her neck was rubbed slightly pink by the coarse linen clothes, and even her collarbone was stained with a layer of ambiguous crimson.
As if he was very dissatisfied with his clothes, Si Jin took two deep breaths, frowned, leaned back in the chair, opened the drawer, and took out a contract of sale that had been placed inside.
It was a symbol of slavery and also a lifelong humiliation for slaves.
As soon as he saw this thing, Lin Yuan became nervous subconsciously, as if even the ambiguous atmosphere of unequal status just now had dissipated.
Under Lin Yuan’s nervous gaze, Si Jin casually picked up the paper, lifted the lampshade, and burned it casually.
He endured the pain and closed the lampshade again, turned to look at Lin Yuan, and slowly extended his hand to him: “Congratulations, my new butler, you are a free man now.”
His hand just stopped in mid-air, his palm slightly red, obviously burned by the lampshade just now, which made people feel distressed.
Lin Yuan did not shake his hand. After a three-second pause, he knelt on one knee, held the back of his hands with both hands, lowered his head, and blew cool air into his palms seriously.
When the red marks disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, “Yes, Master.”
The title was changed from “Master” to “Young Master”, and his status seemed to have improved a lot overnight, giving him a sense of unreality as if he had fallen into a dream.
Oh, and clothes.
Lin Yuan originally wanted to make some nice clothes for himself, but after thinking it over, he was afraid that he didn’t have much money saved and the fabric he used was not good, which would hurt the young master.
In the end, he said “yes”, put on a layer of pajamas, carried Si Jin back to bed, and asked attentively: “Will you take a shower today?”
The delicate little master is too sensitive. Even a little dust can make him uncomfortable. So we need to be extra careful when taking care of him.
But Si Jin shook his head: “I took a bath this afternoon, but my throat is a little uncomfortable. You can go to sleep next door. I can call you anytime if there is any problem.”
“Yes.” Lin Yuan still maintained his habit of not disobeying orders. He nodded and walked away quickly. Even the sound of closing the door was almost inaudible.
The candlelight in the room flickered, and things became quiet again. Si Jin’s heavy breathing also became more prominent.
It echoed in the empty room, as if it was being subjected to some extreme “torture”.
But only Xiaoyao knew that this was the result of him insisting on taking a cold shower in the afternoon.
He has a fever.
The corners of his lips gradually rose into a malicious smile, like a hunter about to catch his prey successfully, which made people inexplicably frightened.
Little Yao was getting more and more confused: [Sir, what are you doing? Are you so happy that you have a fever? ]
What do you know? Isn’t this body intolerant? Si Jin smiled and locked Xiaoyao into the small dark room while explaining: Then I want to find some excitement.
You tell me, if I have a fever and every pore on my body is trembling, and then A Yuan holds me in his arms with his big calloused hands, and he touches my coarse linen clothes, strokes my ankles, caresses my back, or gives me a strong kiss, what would that feel like?
