The cold light of humiliation flashed in the depths of Qianye Ying’er’s golden orbs, but it lasted for only an instant.

She had gotten used to it.

Yes, she had actually started to get used to it.

“Yun… Che!” Qianye Ying’er lightly clenched her jade teeth. “Even if I am a toy, you had better not be too wanton and unbridled. Otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?” Yun Che said. Not only did his actions not grow the least bit gentler, he even pushed out one leg, forcing Qianye Ying’er’s body into an incomparably shameless and incredibly humiliating position.

“...Yun Che, let me tell you, your greatest mistake was that you did not plant a slave imprint on me that day!” Qianye Ying’er was unable to struggle free but her voice was filled with bloodlust. “Once I’ve killed that old villain Qianye Fantian with my own two hands, the next person I kill will be you!”

“No, I don’t regret it at all.” Yun Che’s body bent toward her as he said in a lascivious voice, “This is exactly what I love to see! The sight of you having no choice but to submit your body to me and my desires despite you clearly hating it so much! Despite your clear humiliation and desire to kill me! To me, there is no fate more suited to you than this one!”

“Also…” Yun Che wantonly traced a finger along her perfect body, a body as perfect as heavenly snow and divine jade. “You can’t kill me… You won’t ever...