Chapter 353 The Cat Demon Abused by the Hypocritical Heiress 26 (2/2)

After making up her mind, Yuan Jiang slowly relaxed her tense body: "Let go of me first, I won't run away."

I'll kiss you.

Si Yan frowned warily, the cat ears on his head twitched, and his scrutinizing gaze was fixed on Yuan Jiang's tear-streaked face. With a thought, he very slowly released Yuan Jiang's hand.

Yuan Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, raised her fair arms and wrapped them around Si Yan's neck, her eyes alluring, the corners of her upturned eyes tinged with a pitiful blush: "Si Yan, do you know what to do?"

"Of course I know."

The two were very close. As Si Yan spoke, his hot breath sprayed onto Yuan Jiang's face, making her eyelashes tremble. Staring at his sexy, rosy lips, Yuan Jiang exhaled a breath of stale air and carefully turned her head to get closer.

As they drew closer, Si Yan's heart pounded like a drum, filled with both anticipation and nervousness. His bright eyes stared intently at her, and he unconsciously pouted his lips.

The next second, warm lips pressed against mine.

The large bed made a flimsy sound.

The only sounds in the quiet, bright room were their heavy, broken breaths, mixed with the creaking of the precariously swaying wooden planks. She tilted her head back, her thick eyelashes wet with tears, her pitiful, tender gaze meeting his sickly, sinister, scarlet eyes, where a mad undercurrent was surging!

"Master, you finally belong to me." The boy's voice was hoarse and ethereal, blending into the unfathomable night.

Yuan Jiang was in so much pain that she scratched at the wall with her fingers, and her eyelids were red and swollen from crying.

But she couldn't refuse, and she was in pain and sinking into despair.

As the sunlight pierced the darkness outside and the piercing screams of children echoed from the unfinished building, Yuan Jiang could no longer hold on and completely fainted.

The banquet master's arm, covered in red marks, emerged from under the tattered blankets. He picked up his phone, glanced at the time, and smiled in an extremely wicked and wicked way: "Master, not a minute more, not a minute less, it's seven o'clock."

Yuan Jiang was naturally unable to respond to him. Even in her unconscious state, her brows were tightly furrowed, her pretty and delicate face was covered with tear stains, her snow-white skin glowed with a bewitching red, and her black hair was already soaked with sweat, sticking stickily to her jade-like skin.

Her fair skin was so delicate that it seemed like it could be broken with a touch. After that night, there wasn't a single good spot on her body. It was covered in crisscrossing bruises, especially on her lower back, where there were deep finger marks and pinch marks, which looked terrifying.

Si Yan lowered his eyes in frustration, only then realizing that he had gone too far. The cat ears on his head drooped down, and he silently kissed her swollen eyelids, his expression as devout as a believer.

He used magic to create a natural hot spring, and carried Yuan Jiang into it. Suddenly, as if noticing something, his emerald eyes sparkled: "Master, it really swells up."

Yuan Jiang's flat abdomen was slightly protruding.

The banquet master was delighted and enthusiastically cleaned Yuan Jiangzi thoroughly, placing her on the new large bed, which was no longer fit for the old one.

After doing all this, he jumped into the hot spring, squinting his eyes and thinking happily, "This is water that my master has soaked in. It is indeed more fragrant than ordinary hot springs!"

After taking a bath, he felt even more energetic and couldn't sleep at all. He was so excited that Si Yan squatted by the bed looking at Yuan Jiang, unable to get enough of looking at her. As he looked at her, he leaned over and kissed her.

"Smack!"

In her sleep, Yuan Jiang sensed that terrifying aura and instinctively raised her hand to slap him hard. She heard the man gasping for breath, but she ignored it, frowned, turned over, and continued to sleep without even opening her eyes.

Si Yan smiled happily, leaned down, and asked in a hoarse yet gentle voice, "Master, does your hand hurt?"