Yin Buqi was not joking.
The effect of essence and blood is real, and the palace and cage are also real.
Once every three days, no more, no less.
"Yin Buqi, I have no strength left..."
"Master, be good, it will be fine soon..."
The person he thought about day and night was in his arms, in the cage he carefully made. He couldn't help but get excited. His dense kisses gently fell on her rosy face, kissing away the crystal tears in the corners of her eyes.
In a trance, he was so obsessed that he couldn't help but want to kiss her lips, but she just avoided him.
Yin Buqi was stunned, his red eyes full of strange thoughts. He murmured, "Master, you will never get rid of your disciple in this life."
He hated the wrong person before and asked for his master in anger, so he should just continue to make the best of it. After all, his master will be his for the rest of his life.
He was never a good person and doesn't need to be forgiven.
…
When Jiang Niannian woke up, her throat was dry and she looked at the surrounding scene with lifeless eyes. A golden anklet inlaid with seven-colored gems was wrapped around her white ankle. She didn't know what it was made of, but she couldn't break free.
Above his head was a huge and luxurious golden cage, every part of which was inlaid with precious gems and arranged with layers of magic arrays.
She was covered in an almost transparent gauze, soft and smooth, and beneath her was a soft bed, her small body completely sunk into it, her black hair spread out, her inviolable temperament was abruptly destroyed, but it gave her a unique beauty.
Suddenly there was a gust of wind in the hall, the door was opened, and a man came in.
Jiang Niannian turned her back to him and closed her eyes. She was exhausted both physically and mentally and didn't want to talk.
A pleasant voice entered his ears: "Master, are you still angry?"
The man seemed to be carrying something, put it on the table in the hall, and then walked into the cage.
A faint breath approached, and Yin Buqi hugged her from behind: "Master, you haven't spoken a word for three days, don't you feel bored?"
Jiang Niannian's body trembled slightly, and her right hand suddenly clenched silently, even her nails dug into the flesh of her palm, but she was completely unaware.
The next second, Jiang Niannian was turned over by him, and a white and cold hand touched her face: "Since Master is awake, don't close your eyes and pretend to be asleep. If you lie here like you are waiting to sleep with me, if I can't help it... Master will be held responsible for seducing you."
The voice was mocking and clearly displeased.
"roll!"
Jiang Niannian opened her eyes, her voice was already hoarse.
Although her face was filled with anger, with her long hair loose and her body wrapped in tulle, she did not look intimidating at all, but instead had a touch of sadistic beauty.
Yin Buqi looked at her, his eyes became unfathomable, just like the wild and fierce ripples on a lake, spreading out deep and tiny ripples.
Instead of being annoyed, he curled his lips happily, sat up, held her in his arms, stretched out his hand, and the wontons on the table were in his hand.
The wontons were crystal clear, trembling in the porcelain spoon, with chopped green onions floating on the soup, and looked delicious.
He smiled gently at her and said softly, "Master, eat something."
Jiang Niannian said: "You don't have to do this."