Chapter Seventy-Five: All of These Are Yours

Wangchuan gripped the collar around my neck tightly. My head felt a bit muddled, and I sensed that same dark aura seeping from him as well.

I knew I was about to be scolded, so I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the coming storm.

But as the moments stretched on, the expected anger never came.

I peeked through one half-open eyelid in secret, growing uneasy. Was he planning to hit me instead?

Yet all I saw was a gloomy face, as if he was smothering a blaze of irritation that couldn’t find release, forcibly holding it in. Stranger still, there was a trace of confusion on his features, as though he’d sensed something he couldn’t understand and was now trying hard to reason it out.

Was it reluctance to hurt me? Or perhaps…

A flicker of schadenfreude passed through me, but when Wangchuan caught my expression, his own face darkened even further.

“You still have the nerve to smile? Did you even listen to what I said?” He yanked at my collar, then abruptly let go, his voice fierce. “Kneel.”

“I…” Staring at his pitch-black expression, I was tongue-tied for a moment, but I complied and knelt as he commanded.

Honestly, it was a bit humiliating. I awkwardly tried to rest my hand on his knee for comfort, but he brushed it away immediately.

That only made my embarrassment worse. Still, I had to admit my fault. I hadn’t expected that even though Han Mingxuan hadn’t laid a finger on me, Wangchuan could still sense something was off!

To put it plainly, was he not a big cat but a big dog? His nose worked better than any dog’s! Even from three steps away, through thin air, he could catch a scent!

My silent complaints triggered a mild shock from the collar. I grimaced in pain but shamelessly placed my hand on Wangchuan’s knee again.

“Master, please let me explain.”

Wangchuan narrowed his eyes. “What’s there to explain? Didn’t I tell you not to go looking for him?”

“Well… I didn’t go to see him, not really. My father died young, my mother disappeared, so after my death my little sister was left alone. I told you before, Master, my sister’s time is almost up, and I’ve been in such pain over it…”

So I recounted everything to Wangchuan, from the beginning to now, including how Xin’er was staying at Han Mingxuan’s house.

I started to wonder—since I’d hugged Xin’er earlier, was it because she was always around Han Mingxuan? But no, he’d pinned me down and even splattered blood on me. Maybe Wangchuan had caught the scent of blood?

“Master, was it the smell of blood you sensed?” I asked, looking up.

He didn’t reply, only nodded coldly.

So I began explaining why the scent of blood clung to me.

Wangchuan listened for some time, as if he’d already guessed most of it. He knew Han Mingxuan had bled. Perhaps… a moment ago, he’d even been worried about me?

Was he actually concerned for me, not merely jealous of another’s scent on me?

I wondered if I was overthinking things, but I couldn’t help the strange surge of joy fluttering in my chest, pounding like a bride-to-be.

Gazing at Wangchuan’s icy countenance, I couldn’t resist rubbing my head against his knee.

I wanted to know his true thoughts, so shamelessly, I asked, “Master, were you worried for me? Is that why you were angry, but couldn’t bring yourself to scold me?”

I knew how brazen my words were. For lovers bantering, that might be normal, but in this situation, it was positively thick-skinned.

Yet I asked anyway, steeling myself for rejection.

To my surprise, Wangchuan showed no disgust at all. He glanced down at me and answered directly.

“Yes.”

“Eh?” His swift reply left me stunned.

Why did he admit it so straightforwardly? Wasn’t that a confession of his feelings for me?

My cheeks blazed a furious red, and I patted them twice, half-afraid they’d catch fire.

Wangchuan pinched my cheek hard, warning, “You may visit Han Mingxuan, but keep your distance. Only for your sister’s sake—otherwise, you’ll never see her again.”

I nodded vigorously as he continued, “If you find yourself in danger again, don’t be afraid. The earring I gave you can protect you for a while. Unless you face someone truly formidable, you’ll return alive.”

“Really?” I touched my ear, recalling how I’d wrapped my head in a scarf earlier.

Would the earring still work through the scarf?

Either way, Han Mingxuan had saved my life—I owed him even more now.

Wangchuan glanced at the bag of clothes I’d brought back. “Throw those away.”

“What? No, no, Master, those are brand new! It’s such a waste to toss them!”

He hesitated only a moment before waving his hand, shrouding my belongings in a swirl of black mist.

“Hey, hey, hey—!” I shot over in a panic, but in an instant, everything exploded!

Those were all the clothes I’d wrapped myself in here in this rift! Wangchuan destroyed them just like that!

With shreds of fabric fluttering down, the lovely children’s clothes were scattered to the wind, gone for good.

I crouched on the floor, on the verge of tears, and dared not complain under Wangchuan’s furious glare, just pouting in silence.

Seeing me like that, Wangchuan beckoned, “Come here.”

I nearly crawled over.

In that moment, my mind was a mess of thoughts. Part of me mourned the loss of those fine things like a stingy woman, while another part was still reeling from Wangchuan’s outburst.

I crawled over, feeling both aggrieved and confused—was I a cat or a person? I flicked my ears, then lay sadly across Wangchuan’s knee, mourning those poor new clothes.

Wangchuan stroked my head, then seized my ear, lifting me up to look him in the eye.

“Did you hear what I just said?”

“I did…” I replied feebly, on the verge of tears.

After that, I was dragged to bed by Wangchuan, limp as a corpse.

A sudden fear crept over me, but what happened next was far beyond my expectations.

Simply put, Wangchuan wanted me to lick him…

But licking… I… I…

I took several deep breaths, but there was no way around it. My whole face flushed as red as a tomato!

I was mortified. I’d had a modern education, but in this… practical experience… I had none!

Still, with my heart pounding, I obeyed Wangchuan’s command.

Good or bad, I’d serve my boyfriend—even if it meant fighting my way through!

Especially when it came to a big, clueless cat like Wangchuan!

He only made such demands because he wanted to—because he cared!

Moreover, he’d just admitted outright that he worried for me, that he cared. I was more moved than ever before.

So after a few deep breaths, I bowed my head and began to lick.

Just think of it as grooming fur—what’s there to be afraid of?

Wangchuan seemed genuinely curious about my human tongue, sometimes poking at it with his finger.

He wasn’t fixated on any particular spot—I was free to choose.

Perhaps Wangchuan simply wanted to know what it felt like to be licked by a human tongue?

What a simple and adorable big cat.

As I thought this, happiness began to bubble within me, and I gladly served, treating it as grooming the one I loved.

At first, this “punishment” even felt pleasant, but after a long while, my tongue grew numb.

Who spends hours grooming? When does it end?

“Master, are you done yet…” I drooped, tongue hanging out, barely able to speak.

“No,” Wangchuan replied, watching me happily, clearly not satisfied.

“My tongue is about to fall off.” I pointed to my mouth, ears drooping in exhaustion.

With a wave of Wangchuan’s hand, the sliding door beside us swished open.

Inside, shimmering and bright, were dresses just like those Rebecca wore—beautiful, obviously expensive, and most importantly, all brand new!

Were these… for me?

I stared, tongue lolling, stunned, when suddenly my cheek was pinched.

“I’m very pleased. So, from now on, all of these are yours.”