18 Dog Training

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When Jiu Wu woke up, it was already early morning the next day. She opened her eyes and looked at Xuan Yi lying beside her like a wooden stake. With a flick of her finger, the chains shackling Xuan Yi’s wrist suddenly snapped with a loud “bang!” He fell heavily to the floor.

His narrow eyes opened, his face as cold and somber as still water, fixed on Jiu Wu.

A trace of mockery curled at Jiu Wu’s lips. “Bad dogs aren’t allowed to sleep in the same bed as their master.”

She leaned on the edge of the bed, propping her chin with her hand as she watched Xuan Yi. In this posture, the pale skin beneath her collar peeked out subtly, as if she was completely unaware.

Xuan Yi’s gaze shifted away as if burned. Without a word, he stood up, trying to put some distance between them.

But the chains yanked taut, restraining him firmly in place.

“Did I tell you to leave?” Jiu Wu’s tone was lazy yet condescending. “Come over and help me change.”

Xuan Yi’s eyes flickered sideways toward the pale purple dress laid on the bed, beside which lay… the woman’s intimate garments.

His breath caught, brow furrowing. “Men and women should not touch each other.”

Jiu Wu laughed.

Stretching lazily, she said without care, “Weren’t you going to make it up to me? What, have you already forgotten your promise to be my dog?”

Xuan Yi looked at her. Her face still bore the flush of just waking, her eyes half-closed with upturned corners like a cunning feline skilled in twisting meanings.

When did he ever say he would be her dog?

Jiu Wu lost patience with a snort. “Fine then, all that ‘making up’ talk was just empty words.”

A faint swirl crossed Xuan Yi’s eyes. He pressed his lips tightly and approached her.

His fingertips clumsily pulled at the satin ribbon outside her collar, awkwardly undoing it to reveal the pale pink bustier beneath.

His hand froze mid-air, a subtle light rippling in his eyes. Yet the woman before him, as if boneless, leaned on his other arm, preventing him from withdrawing.

“Keep going,” Jiu Wu said, watching the flush rise on his cheeks, a sly smile tugging at her crimson lips.

The slender straps of the bustier intertwined at her snow-white neck and soft waist. Loosening either strap would reveal the spring concealed beneath. Xuan Yi’s breathing grew uneven, even the chest against which Jiu Wu leaned trembled slightly.

He closed his eyes, his long fingers fidgeting. Darkness engulfed his vision. Suddenly, his hand brushed against a softness, and his body stiffened. His ears flushed a deep purple.

Jiu Wu felt his breath grow heavier against her ear, her eyes darkening with mischief. She lifted the fresh garment beside her, loosening her grip so it fell into Xuan Yi’s tightly shut hands.

“How will you dress your master if you don’t open your eyes?”

Xuan Yi opened his eyes, throat dry. His breathing quickened as his hands fumbled to tie the delicate, white bustier hastily.

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