bdsm-fiction Chapter 169 Willing to be a servant?
Chapter 169 Willing to be a servant?
She strolled in, her gaze sweeping over Li Wu, who stood quietly behind Lin Tian, and noticing the white jade flute hanging at her waist. A smile curved her lips and appeared on her brow.
With a twirl, Yan Lingji softly nestled into Lin Tian's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her head lightly on his shoulder, her lips slightly upturned, her eyes sparkling with allure.
This fiery woman was like a skilled and alluring little fox, yet Lin Tian's heart inexplicably tightened, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead!
Zi Nu stared coldly at her, her anger surging within her. Her face instantly darkened: "Let go immediately!"
Yan Lingji ignored him, snuggling closer to Lin Tian and closing her eyes comfortably. Her voice was as soft as melting honey: "What's it to you? I belong to my master. He didn't even say anything when I wanted to stay in his arms, but you're jumping up and down first—or are you his lawfully wedded wife?"
"I'm standing up for Nongyu! Don't play dumb, come down now!" Zi Nu was startled and hurriedly tried to explain, her fingertips clenching until they turned white.
Li Wu didn't even bother to glance at her, turning around and walking to the pillar in the corridor. She turned her back, her shoulders slightly tense, as if even standing there for a moment longer felt like being pricked by needles.
Lin Tian shook his head with a wry smile. He was already groggy in the early morning, so how could he possibly be in the mood to deal with such sweet and affectionate words?
Last night, he and Nongyu were intimate several times, and she is still unable to move on the bed.
"Yanling, get up first. I need to eat and go check on that person." Lin Tian's tone was extremely slow, carrying an unyielding weariness.
"Aren't you always so easygoing? I'll feed you then." She pinched off a piece of rice flour pancake with her fingertips and gently pressed it to her lips. Her eyes were burning, and her red lips parted slightly, as if inviting and seducing. She tilted her head back, twisted her waist slightly, and pressed her whole body against Lin Tian, their cheeks almost touching, their breaths mingling.
Her eyes shimmered with tears, a hint of spring tide rising within them, and her voice was both soft and warm: "Master, open your mouth..."
The warm breath brushed against Lin Tian's neck, sending a tingling sensation straight to his heart.
Li Wu had never seen such a bold act before. Her ears instantly turned bright red, and she lowered her head, biting her lip and digging her fingertips into her palms.
Zi Nu was so angry that her fingertips trembled, her gaze like a knife, fixed on Lin Tian's face—her eyes clearly said: If you dare to bite down, I will chop off your hand!
Lin Tian was completely defeated, and sighed, "Fine! I'll head out now! Is that alright?!"
"Okay~" Yan Lingji smiled and swallowed the small piece of cake, then suddenly leaned in and quickly planted a kiss on Lin Tian's cheek. Lin Tian's heart pounded, as if he had been brushed by a feather.
With a light touch of her toes, she leaped onto the second-floor railing, her skirt billowing in the wind. She sat on the carved balustrade, swinging her legs, and looked down at him with a beaming smile.
Lin Tian felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been pricked by an ice pick.
Looking up, he saw Zi Nu staring intently at him, her eyes gleaming with a chilling light and a murderous aura.
His heart sank, and he thought to himself: What did I do to offend her this time? Could it be that menstruation was irregular in ancient times, and that she came every day?
If we don't slip away now, we might end up as roast meat on the spot!
"I'm leaving! I'll sweep away the bad luck in front of your door for you—goodbye!" Before the words were even finished, the person had already darted out the door.
"You're my biggest bad luck!" Zi Nu muttered under her breath, then pursed her lips and forcefully suppressed her churning emotions.
But the moment Yan Lingji kissed Lin Tian's cheek, a sharp, astringent feeling welled up in her heart, like holding a green plum in her mouth, both bitter and swollen.
Seeing Lin Tian flee as if his life depended on it, Yan Lingji turned her head to look at Li Wu downstairs, her voice languid: "Why didn't you go looking for Nongyu, but instead came to find me?"
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"You understand men best." Li Wu said this only before turning and leaving, her steps light and quiet.
Zi Nu stared at her retreating figure, then suddenly froze. Turning to Yan Ling Ji, her expression changed slightly: "I underestimated you."
Yan Lingji smiled but said nothing, only slowly touching her index finger to her lips and pressing it gently.
Zi Nu's pupils constricted sharply, and her anger exploded!
Yan Lingji chuckled, her clear laughter filled with smugness.
As Lin Tian stepped out of Zilan Pavilion, he saw a crowd gathered at the left entrance. Pushing through the crowd, he saw a middle-aged man in black kneeling on the bluestone slab. His robes were covered in dust, and his boots had several tears in the soles, indicating that he had rushed here overnight. Beside him was an old carriage, on which lay two black lacquered coffins, their wood grain somber and gleaming coldly.
He remained oblivious to the murmurs around him, his back ramrod straight, his face as hard as iron, and his eyes empty and lifeless.
"He's been kneeling since dawn," Li Wu's voice came from behind him.
Looking at that stubborn figure, Lin Tian felt a sudden surge of warmth in his heart—no matter how many schemes one has, one is still flesh and blood, how can one be truly as cold and hard as stone?
As he approached, the crowd spontaneously parted. Seeing him emerge from the Purple Orchid Pavilion, dressed in fine clothes, no one dared to stop him or ask any questions. They all shrank back and made way for him.
Lin Tian stood still, looking down at the kneeling man, his voice low and deep: "Hei Bai Xuan Jian, you have indeed kept your promise of three days. But... if the matter I entrusted to you fails, what will you do?"
"Whether it succeeds or fails, Xuan Jian is willing to die for it!" His words were firm and resounding.
"Willing to be a slave? Just to save your wife and children, you're really willing to bow down and submit? Even if that hope is as faint as a candle in the wind, even if resurrection is just a pipe dream, even if you ultimately fail, you're still willing and have no complaints?" Lin Tian spoke again, his gaze like a blade, piercing straight into Hei Bai Xuan Jian's eyes, his tone as cold and hard as iron, without a trace of emotion, as if he were weighing a piece of raw iron.
Anyone else would have gritted their teeth and agreed long ago, fighting to the death! In fact, Lin Tian's heart had already begun to waver—but the more this was the case, the more he had to suppress that soft feeling and continue on his original path, without deviating an inch.
He would never take the slightest risk without solid evidence!
Even with the ultimate soul-controlling technique at his fingertips, he still felt like he was walking on thin ice.
Who can say for sure? Once you leave this world, will the restrictions on those who were affected by the spells loosen or even disappear? It's better to hold onto solid evidence than to believe in a vague and illusory method.
Li Wu, standing to the side, slightly curled her fingertips and moved her throat, but ultimately remained silent. Her heart tightened, and she felt that Lin Tian was almost cold-blooded—even Ba Linglong was moved by the scene of loyalty and valor, and she herself was shocked and felt her heart burning, but Lin Tian was like a blue stone soaked in a cold spring, completely unmoved.
The contrast sent a shiver down her spine, and she suddenly recalled their first encounter: "When he saved me... why did he smile so warmly?"
After spending time together, Lin Tian was just an ordinary young man in her eyes: he loved to grin and joke around, acted casually, didn't care about etiquette, and was even a bit cynical... but deep down, he was clearly kind and gentle.
But the Lin Tian in front of me is cold, cautious, and leaves no room for compromise—he's practically a different person!
Hei Bai Xuan Jian raised his face to meet Lin Tian's gaze, looking directly at the powerful figure who had personally defeated him.
A chilling coldness crept up his spine, heavier and more menacing than the murderous aura of the black sword in his hand. He suddenly understood—what the other party wanted was not temporary submission, but complete and utter surrender.
Having made up his mind, he whirled around, drew two swords from a long gray cloth pouch on his back, raised them high above his head, and slammed his forehead heavily against the ground: "These swords are my life! I offer them up today, never to be taken again—whatever command you, my lord, Xuan Jian will go through fire and water, even unto death!"