“Kneel down for me!”
“I’m sorry! Miss Su Jin!”
In the living room of Su Jin’s Mansion, Lin Luan prostrated on the floor, banging his head hard with a loud thud.
“You’re driving me mad, you’re driving me mad, you’re driving me mad!!!” Su Jin rubbed her temples, pacing anxiously in the spacious living room.
“You’re late again today! Do my words mean nothing to you?! I’m your Jin Master, you know?!”
“I’m sorry!” Lin Luan stayed kneeling, his muffled voice drifting up.
He felt helpless inside. Riding a Shared Bicycle from Changcheng No.1 High School to Su Jin’s villa was nearly ten kilometers. He’d pedaled furiously, and being just ten minutes late was already his best effort.
But those were not words he could say to his furious boss. All he could do was silently endure her anger.
Su Jin suddenly stopped, towering over him, her beautiful eyes blazing with fire.
Today, she’d decided she must properly train this increasingly disobedient pet. But now, this man didn’t even show up on time for her ‘training’!
Damn Little Lin Dog! Today, I’ll vent all the anger I’ve suffered these last few days on you!
“Song Li, go outside first.” Su Jin gritted her teeth. “I need to handle some things alone.”
“Yes, Miss.” Song Li replied, leaving the villa and standing watch in the courtyard. Once Song Li left, Su Jin turned back to Lin Luan, still kneeling before her.
Now, in the huge living room of the villa, only the two of them remained.
“Get up!” Su Jin ordered coldly.
Lin Luan obeyed, rising to his feet, head still bowed.
“Take off your shirt!” Su Jin crossed her arms, cheeks puffed with anger.
Lin Luan obediently reached up, unbuttoning his shirt. The shirt slipped to the floor, revealing his well-toned torso.
Su Jin’s face turned red, but she forced herself to remain calm.
She was no Little Chu Girl! She was Big Chu Girl! What kind of woman blushes just from seeing a man’s muscles!
Su Jin! Keep your lips from curling! That’s an order!
But when she caught a glimpse of herself in the living room mirror, she froze.
Her reflection’s face was as red as a Peace Apple.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! There’s just no way to control this physical reaction!
As Su Jin covered her cheeks, trying to pat away the flush on her face, her gaze accidentally swept over Lin Luan’s face—and she caught a fleeting smile at the corner of his lips.
He was secretly laughing?!
A bastard.
He’s actually laughing at her?!!
Su Jin’s face instantly turned even redder. This wretched Little Lin Dog, how dare he laugh at her!
No! Absolutely not! This must be solved at the source! If she couldn’t control her own expressions, then… then he shouldn’t see them!
Fuming, Su Jin stormed into the bedroom and fetched the Silk Sleep Mask she often used at night.
“Don’t move!”
She walked over to Lin Luan, commanding him.
Lin Luan froze in place.
Su Jin stood in front of him, stood on tiptoe, and somewhat clumsily slipped the soft black Silk Sleep Mask over his eyes, tying it behind his head.
In an instant, Lin Luan felt his vision utterly cut off, his world plunged into darkness.
Now he could only rely on his other senses to perceive the world.
A faint fragrance belonging to Miss Su Jin drifted over, and then…
“Mm!”
Lin Luan shivered from head to toe, as a warm breath brushed past his ear.
Su Jin had blown on his ear.
Seeing Lin Luan shudder yet dare not resist, Su Jin was delighted.
The man who always wore a smile was finally showing a hint of panic—heh heh heh, the plan was a huge success.
“Hmph, let’s see how you laugh now!”
Su Jin finally let out a satisfied snort.
Without Lin Luan’s eyes, which seemed to see right through her, watching her every move, she felt much more at ease, and the redness faded from her face.
She crossed her arms again, scrutinizing the bare-chested man before her.
“Now, do you know your mistake?” Her voice held a trace of pride at regaining control.
“…Yes, Miss Su Jin.” Lin Luan replied quietly in the darkness, his deprivation of sight making all his other senses sharper.
For the first time, Lin Luan felt a trace of unease after losing his vision.
“That’s good.” Su Jin took a Wonderful Tool—a small whip—from the TV cabinet.
She intended to punish Lin Luan with the pain of whipping, to make him understand his mistake.
Now, where should I hit him…
Su Jin’s gaze wandered over Lin Luan.
Suddenly, she froze.
A large, dark bruise marred Lin Luan’s right arm, and there were fresh scratches on the back of his hand.
Su Jin’s prepared rebuke stuck in her throat.
What happened? Was it from fighting with Hoodlums yesterday?
An odd silence filled the living room.
With his eyes covered, Lin Luan could only hear Su Jin shuffling about, but the expected punishment never came.
What is this woman… doing?
Just as he wondered, Su Jin finally spoke.
“…Turn around and lie down on the sofa over there.”
Lin Luan hesitated for a moment. Lie down on the sofa? What kind of play is this? He’d never heard of it… Oh well, he’d better just listen to Su Jin.
But… his eyes were covered. He had no idea where the sofa was!
Su Jin clearly realized this, too.
“Idiot, so stupid!” She had to take Lin Luan’s hand, leading him over to the sofa.
With suspicion and confusion, Lin Luan lay face-down on the sofa. Once he was in position, he could sense Su Jin disappearing again.
He only heard receding footsteps and then the faint sound of a box being opened.
***
A moment later, Su Jin straddled him.
Lin Luan frowned. That soft sensation again… Just what was this woman planning?
A cool, gentle touch carefully landed on the bruise on his arm.
Lin Luan’s body jerked.
Su Jin frowned, her face showing disgust as she dabbed medicated oil onto a cotton swab and carefully tended to his injuries, grumbling, “So stupid! You got all messed up just from fighting a few Hoodlums—Song Li would never be as useless as you…”
Though her mouth was harsh, Su Jin’s hands were gentle as she applied the medicine, afraid of hurting him.
Her technique was awkward, but Lin Luan could still tell what this heiress was doing. “Miss Su Jin… are you putting medicine on my wounds?”
“What else! Asking obvious questions!” Su Jin gritted her teeth, swiping the medicated swab sharply across his wound.
“Ah!” Lin Luan clenched his teeth in pain.
“Miss… could you be gentler!”
“No!”
“Then… then maybe a little slower?”
“I-I just like doing things quickly! What’s wrong with that!”
“Haah—ow, Miss, that hurts!”
“You should be grateful I’m treating you at all! Stop making so many demands!”
“Wuwuwu… Miss, you can’t do this to me… I’m very fragile…”
At the entrance of the Mansion, Song Li stood at attention in standard military posture and coughed lightly.
“Cough, cough, cough.”
Her cheeks felt a little hot.
Miss… Miss is really playing wild today.