Xie Yier was wild and unrestrained, while Aier was possessed.
Wen Er felt like a can that had been invaded by a deadly plague, already drained of all its water.
Yet Xie Yier still clung fiercely, refusing to let go, making Aier feel as if she might be devoured whole.
Dry and shriveled.
Caw, caw—the already flat chest was pressed in even more; let’s not have the armpits caved in too.
But anyone with eyes could tell, Xie Yier had completely “devoured” Aier.
Xie Yier was immensely glad, glad that Aier had made the right choice—otherwise, she truly didn’t know what she would have done.
When Mrs. Margery first objected, Xie Yier hadn’t cared what kind of relationship developed between her and Aier. Of course, she wanted to become a lifelong companion with Aier.
But if Aier was unwilling, she would have kept Aier locked away forever, no matter what.
Deep in Xie Yier’s heart, there was a twisted, obsessive secret no one knew about.
Once you possess something beautiful, losing it hurts far more than never having it at all.
Though Xie Yier liked the lively, beautiful Aier, she absolutely could not accept her leaving. She’d rather break Aier’s wings than let her fly away.
That’s right—Xie Yier granting Aier a new choice was, in truth, a test. If Aier made the right decision, she would treat her even better; but if Aier truly wanted to leave her, then she would just have to accept it with sorrow.
Wen Er had no idea how close she had come to a life sentence of permanent captivity.
Honestly, Aier never thought that deeply about it, nor did she know it was a test from Xie Yier.
Yet her own principles led her to make the right choice.
However, physically, she still suffered quite a bit—drained and softened, again and again, back and forth, she didn’t know how many times she had been loved by Xie Yier, until, at last, there was truly nothing left.
Night fell, moonlight streaming through the window and spilling into the room.
Xie Yier and Aier lay naked together on the temporary bed in the lounge of the office.
At this moment, Aier was no longer the same as before. Xie Yier’s beautiful face no longer held that bone-chilling coldness that made servants’ hearts tremble; her expression was gentle.
Her delicate face was tinted with a hint of dazed desire, exceptionally beautiful.
Her slender, fair fingers gently caressed Aier’s smooth back.
“In this life, you’ll always be mine—”
After speaking, she stole a kiss onto Aier’s shoulder as the girl wasn’t paying attention.
That soft touch—no matter how many times—always made her heart tremble.
It was both sweet and poisonous, like a fine wine or a deadly drug…
“I’m sorry, my little love. I scared you today.”
“I really didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“But thank you for staying by my side. I’ll do my best to learn how to love.”
As she spoke, Xie Yier couldn’t help but lower her head to nuzzle against Aier’s collarbone.
Wen Er’s snow-white neck was covered in one after another of bruises, all left behind by Xie Yier as her “badges of honor.”
That night, Xie Yier slept peacefully, as if she had finally had a dream—resting in a warm, secure embrace.
A sense of security she had never known before.
In contrast, Wen Er felt quite uncomfortable.
Her whole body ached, and even in her dreams she was being bound and tangled by octopus-like tentacles, their soft, warm touch leaving her feeling inexplicably unwell.
So, when the first light of dawn broke, Aier woke up with a start.
Upon opening her eyes, she felt a bit dazed. After all, it was her first time spending the night in Xie Yier’s office, so her mind was sluggish for a while before it finally sorted through the chaotic memories of the previous day.
Another wild night… Her body felt like it had been run over by a dozen trains; she didn’t want to move at all.
“Did I manage to get through this safely…?”
Wen Er muttered quietly.
With just a slight tilt of her face, she could see Xie Yier’s breathtaking beauty up close.
She’d seen this stunning face many times, but every time, it felt new—making her heart flutter and her lips tingle with a faint sweetness.
“My little love… I really, truly love you…”
“Don’t ever leave me…”
In her arms, Xie Yier hugged Aier tightly, murmuring these words that made Aier’s heart tremble.
In truth, Xie Yier just had a strong sense of possessiveness, nothing more…
That thought popped unbidden into Wen Er’s mind.
Realizing what she was thinking, she quickly shook her head, trying to cool her mind.
No matter what, all she wanted was a peaceful life—she had no interest in becoming some tragic figure.
She was determined to get through all of this!
Because of Aier’s slight movement, Xie Yier also stirred a bit.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her beautiful eyes. When she saw Aier’s adorable and charming face, the hint of coldness in her eyes immediately softened into a look of fondness and tenderness.
“Good morning, my little love.”
Wen Er hadn’t completely emerged from her earlier emotions, but then heard Xie Yier’s clear, bright voice.
Her cheeks flushed as she replied shyly, “G-good morning, Master…”
“Come here, let Master kiss you.”
Before Wen Er could react, Xie Yier rolled over and pinned her down, leaning in to kiss her.
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Only when Aier could barely breathe, her face turning bright red, did she finally let go.
“Little fool, you need to learn how to breathe next time.”
She smiled enchantingly, as if satisfied with her own mischief, then kissed Aier again before cuddling up behind her, nuzzling into Aier’s soft, fragrant hair.
“Ah…”
“Can you not bully me like that anymore? I’m scared…”
Wen Er pitifully rolled over to face her, burying her face in her chest in protest.
“Master only bullies you because she loves you. Haven’t you heard the saying? ‘Beating is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of love.’ As long as you behave, Master’s love won’t run out.”
If not for the lingering pain in her body as a constant reminder, Aier might have almost believed Xie Yier’s nonsense.
“But, well, I admit it—I really was too hard on you before.” Xie Yier tapped Aier’s butt in rhythm, as if coaxing a child. “From now on, you can have normal friends. As long as it’s just normal school friends, I won’t say anything.”
“Master…” Aier hadn’t expected Xie Yier to relent, and her eyes immediately lit up.
That joy and admiration made Xie Yier feel so pleased that she couldn’t help but let out a purring hum.
“But, little love, if you dare get too close to other girls, especially the daughters of the Family of Teluowei Si and the Wofen Family, I’ll have to give you a proper lesson.”
“Master, don’t worry. I’ve already made it clear to them! (/)uw(*)”
Xie Yier already knew about that, which was why she hadn’t lost her temper yesterday.
Through this experience, Xie Yier could truly feel Aier’s sincerity, and decided to stop constantly monitoring Wen Er.