Chapter 120: Master

Those hands slowly took off her gloves, and there was undisguised desire in his eyes.

Without the DM experience of traversing the world and experiencing thousands of worlds, the person in front of him was more straightforward than Si Shi, and also more... barbaric, which just happened to make Su Mian somewhat unable to handle it.

Compared to the gentle, knowing how to restrain and seduce, suave scoundrel from before, the current Si Shi was more like a hungry young beast, not knowing how to hide his claws.

"Fuerdi, if you dare to touch me today, I will kill you."

A pale threat. Fuerdi lowered his eyes, staring at her lifting her head slightly due to discomfort, her nose tip sticking to his pulse, breathing rapidly, even the words she said having no deterrent power.

He leaned over, placing his lips on her collarbone. The trembling came even more violently, her waist arching, giving him a satisfying response.

It seemed that the man who looked very much like him had protected this little princess very well.

Just taking off a glove, the girl didn't know what she thought of, becoming panicked, her pupils moist, her tense body also softening, so sensitive it simply made him excited.

Si Shi, who didn't have his memory, of course wouldn't know that this was Su Mian's illness. She would predict all future events because of external actions.

Even if it was just a slight omen, it would be magnified by her nervous system as an imminent disaster.

Just this prediction didn't seem to be a disaster.

"Fuerdi..."

Fuerdi paused. He felt that the hand grabbing the girl's wrist touched a trace of cold liquid.

"Don't look at me."

A very soft murmur. Fuerdi froze, withdrew his hand, and hugged the girl up. Su Mian immediately covered his eyes.

No one spoke. Fuerdi patted the girl's spine gently. Although it was shameless, realizing she was crying, his desire became even stronger.

He closed his eyes. Immoral thoughts grew wildly, almost swallowing him. It was an instinct from consciousness, as if it had been suppressed for a long, long time.

A strange name appeared in his mind. Her name was Su Mian.

Who is Su Mian?

"Your Highness."

"I was impulsive."

He wrote on her hand, "Please punish me."

The person in his arms didn't speak.

She didn't understand, didn't understand why she would shed tears.

Everything that had just happened made her feel strange emotions, instantly soaking through her limbs and bones, reaching her heart.

The stormy waves of her heartbeat made the quiet air deafening.

It wasn't anger, nor was it disgust.

It was a fear of losing control, and a trace of grievance at being controlled.

Perhaps she didn't know that the source of the grievance was the unwillingness to expose her fragility in front of someone she was familiar with, and the dependence produced by being together day and night.

Why could her desire be easily manipulated by him? Even if he lost his memory, he could make her body be "tamed" so thoroughly.

Even if Su Mian knew that he wouldn't go too far, because Si Shi was always Si Shi, that Si Shi who was vicious but soft-hearted toward her, so shedding tears also became an easy thing.

She knew tears would definitely make him stop.

Su Mian, what is wrong with you?

She took a deep breath, looking straight at those deep yet worried eyes. Perhaps the attraction of instinct had already surpassed memory.

Putting away her complex emotions, Su Mian suddenly leaned forward, straddling her legs on both sides of his waist, pinching his neck with her hand, and lifting the man's face.

Daring to do whatever he wanted after drinking a little wine, wasn't he too arrogant? Torturing her for so long, it was time to let her vent her anger.

Her status was finally higher than his for once, how could she not seize this opportunity?

"You are very presumptuous today, Fuerdi."

She felt Fuerdi's Adam's apple bob in her palm. Su Mian's strength wasn't light, her palm sticking tightly to his warm skin.

Fuerdi didn't struggle, just tilted his head slightly following her strength.

Carrying a bit of tipsiness, his eyes never left her. Being pinched by the neck, he showed a sense of docility and obedience, but his eyes almost exposed him.

Su Mian narrowed her eyes, her palm becoming increasingly fiery, even her breathing losing control.

Cold as she was, she was a blank sheet of paper in this regard. Su Mian had no experience in how to abuse others. She had played similar roles, but this was the first time she had actually done it herself.

She hoped it would also be the last time.

And she swore she really didn't have this hobby. Su Mian took a deep breath, took out the whip Felix had sent, and wrapped it around her hand, pretending to be in a posture.

Honestly, when facing Felix, she was truly shocked and disgusted, and she didn't know how big the impact would be if this melon exploded.

But if it were Si Shi... Su Mian paused, inexplicably feeling her legs go weak.

"Detective Miss, you want to tame me with just this little strength?"

"Ha... well, maybe you want to hear it."

"Master."

!!!

Su Mian came back to her senses abruptly. Fuerdi raised his eyebrows, feeling somewhat unbearable.

Blushing like this while holding a whip, it was really... deadly.

With a "slap," Su Mian swung the whip heavily on the ground. Fuerdi then stingily cast his gaze onto that whip.

He had no interest in this kind of thing, but the person holding it just happened to make everything change its taste.

"Look at me."

Su Mian ordered rawly. The fur shawl brushed against the man's thighs like a cat's tail.

"Take off your clothes."

Without a hint of hesitation, Fuerdi curled his lips, unbuttoning his vest one by one.

The knuckles on the back of his hands were ruddy, the skin revealing the color of veins, full of tension, but his eyes never moved half a point.

Revealing his sturdy chest muscles, carrying scars that hadn't faded, instead appearing exceptionally explosive and resilient.

The mermaid line went from top to bottom, disappearing into his tense abdomen.

Su Mian was stared at until she was at a loss, only able to symbolically swing the whip at his waist. Although the strength wasn't great, the whip itself was made of special material, leaving a red mark upon contact.

"Slap—"

"Bullying the superior, should be beaten."

"Slap—"

This whip landed on his shoulder.

"Meeting the Queen without permission, should be punished."

"Slap—"

This whip landed on his thigh.

"Drinking without my permission, you are simply daring."

Fuerdi only trembled for a moment when the whip landed, his eyes obediently staring at her, kneeling upright.

But Su Mian was exhausted. Her palm was red from inertia. She swept a glance at her "masterpiece" and threw away the scalding object in her hand.

"Is it over?"

Fuerdi opened his mouth with lip-reading, rubbing against her with his head. The red hair brushed against her jaw, and the taste of strong liquor attacked.

She suddenly felt something cold circle her body, and her whole body froze instantly.

The man's shadow grew tall, his fangs more obvious, his pupils changing from gray-black to amber, circling her with a snake body.

Fuerdi leaned close to Su Mian's ear.

"It's, my, turn."

In the morning, the players were awakened by a huge sound. The sound was shrill and sharp, quickly attracting the guests in the castle.

Su Mian wore huge dark circles under her eyes, her whole body filled with resentment.

The soldier at the door cursed, actually failing to catch the woman, who rushed into the hall with mud on her feet, followed by her heart-rending sound. ===== CHAPTER 121 =====