Chapter 55: Profound and Extensive Techniques

Inside the room.

Yin Buqi was staring at her intently, every inch of her face appearing as if it had been meticulously sculpted by the gods over thousands of iterations.

Truly, she could be described as polished and refined, honed and perfected.

Looking at Yin Buqi’s unparalleled beauty, and recalling how she had doted on him since he was young, Jiang Niannian found herself unable to speak any cruel words of rejection.

To Jiang Niannian, that face simply boiled down to two words—refined torment.

It really was torment!!!

No more pretending—she admitted it.

She was seduced by his beauty, she craved his body, she was shameless!

Jiang Niannian muttered, “Well… at least let me take a bath first… I’m really dirty…”

Her clothes were wrinkled, stained with mud and traces of battle.

“Then, will it be okay after you bathe?” Yin Buqi lowered his head, leaning in closer.

His voice was deep and husky, almost bewitching, filled with helpless yet tender indulgence.

“…Mm.”

Jiang Niannian nodded, her face flushed, as she prepared to get up.

But before she could, she was scooped up and carried back.

“What are you doing?”

Yin Buqi, his breathing heavy, whispered softly in her ear.

Yin Buqi leaned close and whispered a single sentence in her ear.

“You want to teach me the technique? One that extends life and brings joy to both body and mind?”

“Yes.”

Yin Buqi’s expression was entirely serious.

Jiang Niannian thought: Do I really look that easy to fool?

“Niannian.”

Yin Buqi gazed at her with infatuation, his red eyes reflecting nothing but her tiny figure.

He was cold to everyone else, but as long as she treated him kindly, he would be overwhelmingly happy, his whole demeanor softening like a cat snuggling up to her, holding nothing back.

Jiang Niannian sighed, fulfilling his wish, and buried her face in Yin Buqi’s shoulder, mumbling, “I… I don’t really know how…”

“It’s alright, Niannian,” Yin Buqi chuckled, exhaling warmly by her ear.

“I’ll teach you.”

Jiang Niannian pushed Yin Buqi away, getting up to go behind the screen to bathe.

Lying lazily to the side, Yin Buqi spoke unhurriedly, “Niannian, you don’t need to cover up so tightly. I cast a spell on you. I can see your every move clearly.”

Jiang Niannian was shocked, “Really?”

“Of course not.”

Jiang Niannian: “…”  If it weren’t for the fact that you’re my cub, I would have beat you to death with ‘What The Fu*k’!!.

However, as soon as Jiang Niannian started undressing and stepped into the wooden tub, that clingy figure shamelessly followed her in, joining her for a couple’s bath.

An hour later.

Jiang Niannian lay exhausted, both physically and mentally, preparing to sleep.

That certain cub: “Niannian.”

Jiang Niannian played dead: “…”

“Niannian.”

That certain cub, having just tasted sweetness, wasn’t ready to give up so easily, his interest soaring.

Jiang Niannian continued pretending to be asleep: “…”

That certain cub chuckled softly, his hands roaming freely, tightly holding her, pushing his advantage.

Jiang Niannian gave up struggling.

“Alright then!” She closed her eyes, with a look of brave resignation and ready to die.

Yin Buqi gazed at Jiang Niannian, his lips curling into a smile, his eyelashes trembling.

His hand grasped one of her wrists.

She only felt a tightening around her wrist.

At first, she didn’t think much of it.

But when she moved her arm and heard the crisp sound of bells ringing, she realized there was a black iron chain wrapped around her wrist, with the other end connected to Yin Buqi!

She laughed inwardly—no escape now!

Yin Buqi lowered his eyes to look at her, the corners of his eyes tinged with red, his crimson gaze deepening.

He lowered his head, and his red lips fell upon Jiang Niannian’s neck.

The dark, obsessive energy he exuded gradually took over.

By this point, he didn’t seem to care about pretending anymore.

At that moment, Jiang Niannian distinctly felt like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a cutting board.

Outwardly: Let the storm rage harder! Don’t spare me, this delicate flower!

Inwardly: Will I be fucked or killed by this QAQ?

He undid her clothes one by one, his movements unhurried, but with a dangerous intensity.

When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, filled with possessive desire, as if he was desperately restraining something: “Niannian, I actually want to bind and imprison you, to the point where you can’t get out of bed. I can do that, but I won’t, because I want all of you… including your heart.”

Jiang Niannian admitted she had fallen.

This man—he was irresistibly tempting!

( One thousand, one hundred and eighty-six words that you and I both know well are omitted here…hehe)

…

The night deepened, the sound of rain gradually ceased, and the faint moonlight hung on the branches.

Shen Yu sat at the table, lost in thought as he looked at the white jade flute in his hand.

“Little Yu, do you know that kindness is more precious than courage? Because courage is often a momentary impulse, while kindness is a difficult choice.”

“Shen… Yu… just… let it go…”

Let go?

How could he let it go?

He had come this far; no matter what, there was no turning back now.

In this world, it’s survival of the fittest, and traps are everywhere.

They offer you warmth, only to shatter it mercilessly with a reality a hundred times more brutal.

When you want to live well for a warm reason, the world looks at you as if you’re a monster.

Yes, it’s the world that’s wrong, and no one can stop him!

No one!!

The more Shen Yu thought about it, the more agitated he became, his eyes reddening, a fierce light in them, as he paced the room.

Suddenly, he clutched the white jade flute tightly to his chest and crouched in the corner like a trapped beast, muttering, “…Sister Su, Little Yu misses you…”

If you looked closely, you’d see his eyelashes trembling, with a glimmer of tears in his eyes.

…

When Jiang Niannian finally woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Jiang Niannian: Heartbroken (’-ω?`)

Suddenly, she felt the urge to clean up the mess.

Upon waking, aside from feeling a bit tired, her body didn’t feel… sore.

She shifted slightly, and the arm wrapped around her waist tightened.

Only then did she realize she was being held by a certain someone, both of them lying naked under the same quilt.

Not only that, but when she moved slightly, the iron chain on her wrist rang out with a clear sound.

Jiang Niannian’s pupils widened in shock, and after a while, she remembered that the chain was something Yin Buqi had conjured up last night.

She turned over to face him.

Yin Buqi was still asleep, his long black hair spilling across the pillow.

His pale skin bore several scratches—though not deep, the stark red marks against his dark hair made for a striking contrast.

Paired with his stunningly beautiful face, there was an indescribable sense of fragility about him, making him all the more alluring.