“Can I kiss you?” Little An still used the respectful title, yet her voice carried a firm resolve that brooked no refusal.
This contradictory attitude was even more chilling than direct coercion.
Mu Xi froze for a moment, her mind racing through various possibilities for escape.
She looked at the gun in Little An’s hand and then glanced at the still-unconscious Li Xin.
“No,” she said, trying to make her voice sound firm, even though she knew the answer was meaningless.
Little An did not speak.
She simply stared at Mu Xi in silence.
An undeniable sense of pressure hid within those calm eyes, as if a silent countdown were quietly ticking away.
She approached slowly but without hesitation, each step feeling like it was treading on Mu Xi’s nerves.
The emergency light on the wall cast a dim glow, stretching Little An’s shadow until it completely enveloped Mu Xi.
The servant who had once been as lowly as the dust now possessed the power to control everything.
Mu Xi could clearly see the flickering longing in Little An’s eyes—a desire that had been suppressed for a long time and had finally found an outlet.
She didn’t hide, not because she didn’t want to, but because she knew clearly that in this enclosed basement, facing an armed Little An, any resistance would only make the situation worse.
She needed to wait.
She needed time.
She needed a chance to get away.
‘If enduring a kiss is the price of survival, then I will accept it.’
“Are you not afraid of me?”
Little An leaned in closer, so close that they could almost feel each other’s breath.
Her tone was a mixture of curiosity and a hint of being hurt, as if Mu Xi’s calm exceeded her expectations.
“I’ve experienced far scarier things.”
Mu Xi met Little An’s gaze, hinting at her dark memories of the past while also mocking their current situation.
From Ye Lan to Little An, the shift in power was merely a change of controllers.
Little An’s lips suddenly pressed down, forcefully covering Mu Xi’s and cutting off her response.
The kiss was urgent and clumsy, like a starving person tasting a delicacy for the first time.
It lacked any skill but was filled with a suffocating possessiveness.
The sound of the kiss was exceptionally clear in the quiet basement, wet and loud.
Mu Xi felt a wave of shame spread from her ears to her entire body.
She didn’t dare imagine what Li Xin would see if she woke up at this moment.
She was entangled with Little An, a servant who had once been completely submissive to her, and she was powerless to resist.
Little An finally ended the kiss but didn’t pull away.
Instead, she rested her forehead against Mu Xi’s, her breathing slightly hurried.
“Are you still cold?” she asked.
Her tone carried a bizarre concern, as if she were truly only worried about Mu Xi’s body temperature.
Mu Xi nodded subconsciously before realizing her mistake, but it was already too late.
A near-frenetic light flashed in Little An’s eyes.
A second later, her arms wrapped around Mu Xi’s waist, lifting her completely off the ground.
This kiss was even more frantic, carrying a sense of desperation.
Little An’s strength surprised Mu Xi.
The heavy labor in the kitchen and the courtyard, along with the special training from Ye Lan, had clearly given this seemingly slender girl incredible power.
Mu Xi’s toes barely touched the ground.
Her body was entirely controlled by Little An, forced to endure this one-sided passion.
“Young Mistress, I’ve dreamed of this moment countless times,” Little An whispered during a gap in the kissing.
The respectful title formed a stark contrast with her actions, “When I organized your clothes after your bath every night… when I stood in the corner listening to you play the piano… when you passed by me without even sparing me a glance…”
Mu Xi felt Little An’s hands begin to move restlessly, and alarm bells rang in her mind.
She had faced Ye Lan’s violence and control before, but at least she understood her opponent’s rules and boundaries.
But Little An, this servant who had been suppressed for so long and suddenly gained power—where were her limits?
How far would she go?
“You don’t have to do this,” Mu Xi tried to appeal to whatever reason Little An had left.
“Put down the gun. We can talk.”
Little An laughed.
The smile actually held a hint of innocent joy, creating a terrifying contrast with her behavior.
“Talk about what? Talk about how I was bitten by rats in the dungeon and didn’t dare to cry out? Talk about how I watched my companions die one by one before staying in the Manor to serve you? Or talk about the feeling that surged in my heart when you handed this gun to me?”
Her fingers gently brushed over Mu Xi’s cheek, the movement incredibly tender.
“It’s too late, Young Mistress.” She leaned in again, pinning Mu Xi between herself and the wall.
“I will always respect you, but starting tonight, the rules are changing.”
Mu Xi closed her eyes, regretting having handed over the handgun that should have protected her.
When she opened her eyes again, her gaze had become cold and calculating.
‘If I could survive under Ye Lan’s clutches, then I can certainly find a way to deal with Little An.’
She only needed to endure, wait for the right moment, and then… make this person who dared to touch her pay the price.
“Fine. I won’t resist,” Mu Xi said softly, her voice carrying an indistinguishable submissiveness.
At the same time, her fingers quietly moved toward the holster at Little An’s waist.
Just as Mu Xi’s fingertips touched the edge of the holster, Little An’s movements were faster.
After the sound of metal scraping, a cold muzzle was pressed against the most vulnerable part of Mu Xi’s inner thigh.
Mu Xi’s entire body stiffened.
Her naked body felt an extra layer of tremors in the chill of the basement.
The hard, metallic sensation made every inch of her nerves tighten instantly.
Her breathing became hurried and shallow.
“I’m sorry, Young Mistress, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Little An’s voice was soft, but her eyes flickered with a light that completely contradicted her tone.
She intentionally pushed the muzzle forward.
The contact between the metal and her soft skin made Mu Xi instinctively arch her body, trying to escape that terrifying sensation.
The coldness of the muzzle stimulated her nerve endings, reminding her of the various methods Ye Lan had used in the past.
“Were you looking for this?” Little An shook the weapon in her hand, a knowing smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
“Young Mistress is always so smart. Unfortunately, your luck isn’t very good today.”
Mu Xi’s brain worked at high speeds, calculating every possible consequence.
She had learned under Ye Lan how to survive in desperate situations and how to find a silver lining when there seemed to be no way out.
Right now, what she needed was time and patience.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to do anything,” Mu Xi’s voice carried a tremble, and a hint of pleading appeared in her eyes.
“Please don’t be like this to me, okay?”
This was her usual trick.
In front of Ye Lan, this display of weakness often softened the other woman’s attitude.
However, Little An simply looked at her quietly, the muzzle of the gun not moving an inch.
“Young Mistress, did you know?” Little An’s other hand gently stroked Mu Xi’s cheek.
“I’ve seen the way you act spoiled toward Master. I remember those looks, those expressions.”
Her thumb brushed past the corner of Mu Xi’s mouth, the force gentle yet unyielding.
“Did you think the same trick would work on me?”
Mu Xi realized she had misjudged the situation.
Little An was not Ye Lan; she would not soften her heart because of a display of weakness.
Little An was also not Li Xin; she would not lose her mind because of love.
This girl, who had once struggled to survive on the edge of life and death, was far more complex than she had imagined.
“We can talk,” Mu Xi tried to change the subject while quietly adjusting her posture to find a more advantageous angle.
“The supplies here are enough for three months. We have plenty of time—”
“Talk about what?” Little An interrupted her, her gaze turning sharp, “Talk about how you plan to escape? Or talk about how you intend to use me?”
The muzzle moved up slightly, sliding slowly along Mu Xi’s abdomen before stopping at the bright red heart tattooed on her lower abdomen.
Little An’s gaze followed the movement, carrying a near-obsessive focus.
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