Wen Baozhu sat on the bed, waiting until the sound of water from the bathroom stopped.
The man, wrapped only in a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom and then turned to sit on the sofa in the room.
"Come here."
"Mr. Fu, I..."
The light in the room was warm and yellow. The man's face was hidden in the shadow, making it impossible to discern his true emotions at the moment.
Although she knew punishment was coming, her feet still moved uncontrollably towards him.
Because she knew clearly that she had no other choice.
The impulse of a moment of passion always had to be paid for.
Sitting, the man looked up at her slightly.
Even though he was slightly lower than her in position, he still exuded the aura and posture of a superior.
His arms were strong. When he reached out to her, the veins on them bulged slightly.
Hanging in mid - air, his slender fingers gently stroked her cheek. The movement was lazy and leisurely, and then slowly moved down.
Wen Baozhu's hair stood on end, but she could only let his fingers slide across her skin, gradually passing over her chest, abdomen, until his hands rested on her waist.
The man spread his legs and leaned back on the sofa boldly. His eyebrows and eyes were cold. "Do you know you were wrong?"
Wen Baozhu bit her lip. She knew that Fu Lian was in a bad mood now and she shouldn't provoke him further.
"Mr. Fu has the engagement banquet to arrange tomorrow. You should rest well tonight to prepare for it."
"Do you mean I won't be able to rest well here?"
She wasn't sure if Fu Lian would rest well, but she definitely wouldn't.
"Then I'll go to the guest room. I won't disturb you, Mr. Fu."
If he wouldn't leave, then she would.
Wen Baozhu turned around to leave, but the man's big hand tightly held her waist, not allowing her to escape.
Suddenly, Fu Lian's phone on the table vibrated. The name flashing on the screen was Fang Yuan.
In the quiet room, the untimely vibration made Wen Baozhu's nerves tense to the limit.
She turned her head and saw the phone screen. When she saw it was Fang Yuan, she quickly said, "Mr. Fu, answer the phone first."
Fu Lian was in no hurry. He let the phone vibrate repeatedly on the table and never showed any intention of answering it.
"You answer it for me. Tell her that I won't go to the engagement banquet tomorrow."
Wen Baozhu froze. For a moment, she didn't dare to tell if he was joking.
"Mr. Fu, don't joke."
"Which eye of yours sees me joking with you?"
Wen Baozhu pursed her lips. "It's not appropriate."
"Now you know it's not appropriate?"
Fu Lian's voice was extremely cold. "Baozhu, I did say I would indulge you, but it doesn't mean I can accept your unreasonable behavior."
Wen Baozhu's fingers hanging by her side tightened slightly.
Was she being unreasonable?
They weren't even a couple. With her relationship with Fu Lian, how could such a word be used?
The phone vibrated for a long time and finally gave up struggling. The screen slowly went dark.
The room fell into silence again.
Fu Lian looked at her against the light, his tone neither cold nor warm. "Naughty children should be punished."
He let go of Wen Baozhu's waist and gave the next order. "Kneel down."
The bedroom floor was covered with a thick wool carpet. When her knees landed on it, it didn't hurt much. The soft touch instead deepened her perception of the surrounding environment.
The man's voice came from above, still in a tone without any emotional fluctuation. "Do I need to teach you the rest, Baozhu?"
Wen Baozhu's breath trembled.
Her fingers were shaking as she touched the bath towel wrapped around him. She pursed her lips again and again, and finally lifted it.
When her lips touched, she instinctively wanted to escape.
But the man seemed to have anticipated her reaction, and his big hand also landed on the back of her head at the same time.
Soon, Fu Lian let her experience what "punishment" meant in person.
He was not gentle. It was almost an atrocity.
It was like a bayonet stabbing repeatedly, and the speed gradually increased. The man leaned back slightly, ignoring Wen Baozhu's almost pleading moans.
Finally, whether it was tears or saliva, they all dripped down her chin and into the carpet.
"Look up."
Wen Baozhu's eyes were hazy with mist. She couldn't see the man's face clearly.
He bent down and carefully wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue. All the intensity had reached the end. The man gently pinched her cheeks with his fingers and looked directly into her eyes. "What should you say now? Say what you're best at and like to say the most."
Wen Baozhu shivered.
She raised her head, her words slurred. "Thank you, Mr. Fu."
The soreness in her lower jaw still remained. It was definitely not a good experience. Coupled with the fact that this kind of thing was more of an insult than enjoyment, but she still had to lower her head and flatter him by saying thank you.
What he wanted her to learn was not just how to serve.
It was also unconditional obedience.
After brushing her teeth again, Wen Baozhu returned to the room.
Fu Lian had already cleaned up the mess and changed into a light - gray home pajamas. He leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes lazily watching Wen Baozhu.
"Come here."
Thinking he wanted a second round, Wen Baozhu instinctively felt a faint pain in the root of her tongue. "Mr. Fu, I can't do it again today..."
"What are you thinking? Come here and let me hold you for a while."
Wen Baozhu realized she had misunderstood. She awkwardly touched the tip of her nose.
Only then did she walk to the bed with confidence, actively wrapping her arms around Fu Lian's waist and snuggling into his arms.
A satiated man always had endless patience. He pulled her into his arms and gently patted her on the back.
His chin rested on her shoulder. "Our Baozhu smells so good."
Wen Baozhu didn't say a word. Her head quietly leaned against the man's chest, listening to the firm and steady heartbeat inside.
"Are you unhappy?"
"No."
What right did she have to be unhappy? The most important thing was for the benefactor to have a good time.
Fu Lian knew what she was thinking. He got closer to her ear. "Our Baozhu did a great job. You swallowed so hard just now..."
Wen Baozhu couldn't bear to listen anymore. She almost shrank her head. "Mr. Fu, stop talking..."
"Okay." Fu Lian laughed and finally stopped teasing her. "What's our Baozhu being awkward about this time?"
Wen Baozhu didn't want to answer this question, but the man always stared into her eyes, not allowing her to avoid it.
Wen Baozhu bit her lip. "Mr. Fu, are you not going to invite me to the engagement banquet?"
Fu Lian squinted at her and laughed a few seconds later.
"What are you laughing at, Mr. Fu?"
"Baozhu can do whatever she wants, of course."
Fu Lian kissed her forehead. "I thought it was something serious. It turns out my little bird wants to go out for some fresh air. Tomorrow I'll ask A Yan to bring the invitation card and pick you up."
Wen Baozhu raised her head, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.
"Still not satisfied?" Fu Lian kissed her nose and cheeks along her forehead. "What other requests do you have? Say them all at once."
His doting tone and posture were just like those of a debauched monarch indulged in female beauty.
But Wen Baozhu knew clearly that Fu Lian's indulgence and love had limits.
A smart bird wouldn't be stupid enough to peck at the master's eyes.
Otherwise, it would surely die.