“Little Master, what are you waiting for?” She suddenly spoke, her voice gentle yet carrying a sharp, probing edge.
“Is it that you’re secretly hoping in your heart that Ye Lan will suddenly appear and save you from my hands?”
Mu Xi bit her lower lip tightly, her gaze locked onto the wall of the Safe House, refusing to answer.
Her silence was like a sharp blade, but instead of cutting, it only served to stimulate Little An’s nerves.
“Your silence has already answered me.” Little An leaned in close, her lips almost brushing against Mu Xi’s earlobe.
The hot breath she exhaled caused Mu Xi’s body to tense up involuntarily.
“You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you? That woman who locked you in the Manor like an object.”
Mu Xi’s fingers curled slightly at her side as she calculated the possibility of a counterattack.
Her throat was dry, yet she maintained a cold silence.
“Ye Lan is nothing but a paper tiger, a useless piece of trash.” Little An’s tone suddenly became shrill.
The muzzle of the gun slid slowly upward along Mu Xi’s skin, stopping just beneath her ribs.
“With Wu City and the Manor backing her, she could act all high and mighty. But now? Without Wu City, without the Manor, she’s being hunted like a stray dog. She’s covered in wounds and could die at any moment.”
A flash of malice flickered in Little An’s eyes.
She suddenly shoved the muzzle of the gun into Mu Xi’s ribs, eliciting a soft groan from the latter.
“Suddenly proposing to you, suddenly saying she could give up everything for love—it’s nothing more than a final disguise. In truth, the only person in her heart will always be herself. Is someone like that, who bullies the weak and only knows how to lord it over others, really worth your affection?”
Mu Xi endured the pain, her eyes half-closed as she observed Little An’s expression through her eyelashes.
‘I see someone whose head has been suddenly clouded by power.’
Once as humble as dust, she now held a gun and thought she could control everything.
Distorted desire erupting at the most opportune moment—this was a weakness Mu Xi could exploit.
Mu Xi relaxed her tensed shoulders slightly, making herself look more fragile, as if she had finally accepted reality.
She needed an opportunity, and displaying weakness was often the best way to obtain one.
“I know what kind of person Ye Lan is,” Mu Xi finally spoke, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum, yet loud enough for Little An to catch.
“I have always known.”
She lifted her eyes to look directly into Little An’s gaze, her lips trembling slightly.
This was a carefully calculated effect.
“I don’t like Ye Lan. I never liked her. I only… used her to stay alive.”
Mu Xi’s fingers lightly touched Little An’s wrist, the one holding the gun.
It was neither a push nor a pull, but an ambiguous touch.
“If she dies, or can no longer protect me… I will abandon her.”
Little An’s breathing grew ragged, and the pressure of the muzzle lightened slightly.
Mu Xi sensed this tiny change and decided to push further.
“If you can protect me…” Mu Xi’s voice carried a hint of a seductive tremor.
Her fingers slid slowly up Little An’s wrist, lightly stroking her forearm.
“I am willing to use my body as an exchange.”
Her gaze drifted toward the double bed not far away before returning to Little An’s face.
Her eyes held a mixture of compromise and a faint, trace-like expectation.
“We can go to that bed. I’ll make you feel good. Better than you can imagine.”
Little An’s pupils dilated suddenly, and the gun in her hand almost slipped.
She clearly had not expected Mu Xi to surrender so easily, much less suggest such a trade of her own accord.
Suspicion and desire intertwined in her eyes, but eventually, desire gained the upper hand.
“Are you serious?” Little An’s voice became hoarse, and the muzzle finally left Mu Xi’s body.
“You’re not playing some trick?”
Mu Xi slowly sat up straight, one hand reaching up to caress Little An’s cheek, her fingertips trailing across the woman’s lips.
This action caused Little An’s entire body to stiffen as if struck by an electric current.
“I’m just someone who wants to live,” Mu Xi’s voice was low and alluring.
She stood up slowly, bringing her naked body inches away from Little An’s.
“And right now, you are the only one here who can decide whether I live or die. I’m not stupid, Little An. I know how to choose.”
Little An’s breathing became even more hurried.
Her eyes wandered over Mu Xi’s body, the gun in her hand becoming a useless prop.
The sense of desire and power had clouded her mind, causing her to overlook the flash of calculation in Mu Xi’s eyes.
“To the bed,” Little An ordered, her voice filled with undisguised excitement and a hint of uncertainty.
Mu Xi turned obediently and walked toward the bed.
Her pace was just slow enough for Little An to admire her back, yet fast enough not to arouse suspicion.
She needed Little An to follow.
She needed Little An to let down her guard.
“I never thought this day would come,” Little An said as she followed behind Mu Xi.
The gun was still in her hand, but it had already lowered to her side.
“That the Little Master would actively… for me…”
“People make many unexpected choices when they are in desperate situations.” Mu Xi turned around by the bedside.
Her fingers lightly traced Little An’s collarbone, feeling the other woman’s shudder.
“Perhaps you will find that what you were forced to do eventually becomes something you do willingly.”
Little An placed the gun on the nightstand.
It was still within reach, but it was no longer directly threatening Mu Xi.
Her gaze was dazed, her breathing heavy, and her entire attention was focused on Mu Xi’s body.
Mu Xi counted the seconds in her mind, calculating the distance and evaluating the risk.
‘I only have one chance, and that chance is right in front of me.’
“Come here,” Mu Xi whispered, her fingers hooking into Little An’s collar, pulling her closer.
“Let me see how much you want me.”
The two moved slowly toward the edge of the bed.
Li Xin’s unconscious body lay on the other side, her breathing as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.
Looking at Li Xin’s pale face, a sharp pang of pain welled up in Mu Xi’s chest, but she quickly shifted her gaze back to Little An.
“Are we… going to do it in front of her?” Mu Xi said softly, her fingertips stroking Little An’s wrist, feeling the violent pounding of the other woman’s pulse.
Little An’s gaze drifted between Li Xin and Mu Xi, her Adam’s apple bobbing.
“She’s already passed out. She can’t hear or see anything…” A distorted excitement leaked into her voice, “And this is even better.”
Mu Xi sat lightly on the edge of the bed, allowing Little An to look down at her from above.
Behind her was the soft mattress, and in front of her were Little An’s eyes, brimming with lust.
She tilted her chin slightly, revealing the fragile line of her neck.
“What do you want me to do?” Mu Xi’s gaze showed submission and endurance, while her fingers quietly reached toward the bedsheets.
The gun on the nightstand was only an arm’s length away.
Little An then leaned down, pressing her weight toward Mu Xi.
“You were Ye Lan’s plaything. How did she touch you?” Little An’s breathing became heavy, her fingers roughly caressing Mu Xi’s cheek.
“Did she make you scream? Did she make you beg for mercy?”
Mu Xi bit her lower lip, pain and fear showing in her eyes.
This was a performance, but also reality—the fear of what was about to happen.
She needed Little An to believe she had truly surrendered.
She needed her to let down her guard and sink into the illusion of power.
“Ye Lan liked me quiet,” Mu Xi whispered.
Her fingers trembled as she began to undo Little An’s buttons, her movements both hesitant and skillful.
“But if you want to hear it… I can scream for you.”
Little An’s pupils dilated, and her breathing became rapid and unstable.
She suddenly pushed Mu Xi down, pinning her body beneath her own, both hands cupping Mu Xi’s face.
“I want you to remember that starting from today, you belong to me. Not to Ye Lan, not to Li Xin. Just mine.”
Mu Xi’s hands obediently wrapped around Little An’s neck, the corner of her mouth curling into a nearly imperceptible cold sneer.
“I’ll remember.” A calculating light shimmered in her eyes, perfectly concealed by her lashes.
Little An’s movements became urgent and crude, as if she wanted to vent years of restraint and longing all at once.
She pinned Mu Xi to the bed, a sickly sense of possessiveness flashing in her eyes.
“Tell me, did she ever touch you like this?”