Chapter 1

“Good!”
“Amazing!”
“Unbelievable!”

In the cozy, casually decorated room, a woman sat cross-legged on the carpet in a thin yellow nightgown whose hem barely reached her thighs, exposing her fair arms and long, slender, straight legs.
Her originally red-dyed hair had faded to a brownish shade. The curled ends fell down her back, making her skin look even more creamy white.

Her chest, arms, thighs, and bare back were covered in dense patches of purplish bruises and reddened kiss marks, extending beneath the fabric where they could no longer be seen.
Even the slender fingers holding her phone bore several faint bite marks. It wasn’t difficult to see how intensely possessive the person who had left these marks on her was.

As the final triumphant sound effect rang out, she successfully cleared level 6,587 of the match-three game.
Pei Hanying glanced at the time in the upper-right corner, which was nearing six, tossed her phone aside, and flopped backward like a salted fish sprawled spread-eagle, causing the exquisite solid-gold chain around her ankle to jingle crisply.

The end of the anklet extended into a chain that ran from where she lay all the way to the foot of the bed. The long golden chain lay coiled on the floor, locking the Pei family’s eldest young lady inside the room like a caged canary.
Apart from obediently staying in the room, Pei Hanying couldn’t go anywhere.

At this hour, Ning Song should already be on her way back. She had demanded too much last night and had been rough, leaving marks on Pei Hanying that were worse than the last. Even after applying medicine, Pei Hanying still felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Pei Hanying gritted her teeth and glanced at her own hand. In the end, she admitted defeat and decided she would dig the finger cots out of the cabinet later.

She couldn’t let Ning Song take the lead again.
Besides, Ning Song had been keeping a looser watch on her lately. She had given Pei Hanying her phone, moved the computer back into the bedroom, and stopped leaving her clothes so skimpy that she couldn’t possibly let anyone see her in them.
It wouldn’t hurt for Pei Hanying to take the initiative a few times and coax her into an even better mood.

Thinking this, she closed her eyes, her entire upper body enveloped by the soft floor sofa, and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
When she woke again, it was to the crisp, melodious jingling of a bell beside her ear.

Pei Hanying’s cheeks were rosy from sleep. She opened her eyes groggily and had only just propped herself up on her elbows when the outfit of the person before her came into view.

The woman kneeling in front of her was exceptionally beautiful. Her skin was cool white and nearly translucent, her lovely jade-green cat eyes staring fixedly at Pei Hanying, her lips rosy and moist.
She wore a strapless black dress, its hem ​bailiantales.com​trimmed with white lace and just brushing her snow-white thighs.

The inner sides of the cat-ear hair clips she wore were even tinged pink. They trembled gently with each breath she took, while a fluffy black cat tail swayed behind her, extending from beneath the hem of her dress.

Most of the soft, snowy curves of her chest were exposed. Looking farther up, Pei Hanying saw that the bell she had just heard hung from a black collar fastened around the woman’s snow-white swanlike neck. The leather collar encircled her throat, and the faintly visible red marks beneath it involuntarily stirred one’s desire for control.

At the sight, heat rushed into Pei Hanying’s nose, and she instinctively covered it.
She stammered, “N-Ning Song! Why are you dressed like this?!”

Ning Song looked at her as an alluring flush spread across her face, even her slender waist trembling faintly beneath the fabric.
Her breathing faltered for a moment. Avoiding Pei Hanying’s question entirely, she merely said, “It’s time for dinner.”

A low table had been set up on the floor. Ning Song had always indulged her, and Pei Hanying practically lived a life where she was dressed and fed without lifting a finger.
Anyone who didn’t know better might think the renowned President Ning of Jing City was her personal maid.

But no matter how well Ning Song treated Pei Hanying, she couldn’t rid her of the desire to escape.
After all, no one wanted to be locked up.

Pei Hanying reluctantly dragged her gaze away from the tail behind Ning Song, then looked at the dishes on the table, each appealing in color, aroma, and taste.
Several were even spicy, enough to whet anyone’s appetite at a glance.

Yet she merely curled her lip and declared as though it were only natural, “I’m not eating this. I want something you made.”
At those words, a trace of dejection flashed through Ning Song’s eyes. Her voice was soft and slightly hoarse. “Last time, you said you didn’t want to eat it—that you never wanted to eat my cooking again.”

As she spoke, the woman lowered her head, her long lashes falling and giving her a faintly vulnerable appearance.
Pei Hanying felt guilty for a moment, but immediately hardened her resolve again.

Ning Song was the one who had locked her up without her consent, so wasn’t she even allowed to unauthorized copy be angry?!
She gave a soft snort, but ultimately picked up her chopsticks and began eating at an unhurried pace.

Ever since Ning Song had locked her up, the two of them had rarely spoken.
Ning Song had always been taciturn, while Pei Hanying grew angry whenever she saw that beautiful yet fragile face and had even less desire to speak to her.

Other than eating, the only thing left for them to do together was that business in bed.
As she picked up grains of rice one by one and placed them in her mouth, Pei Hanying added expressionlessly in her mind: Oh, and she was being forced into it.

The only sounds at the table were the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, the tugging and rattling of Pei Hanying’s ankle chain, and the intermittent jingling of Ning Song’s bell, all woven together.
After finishing a tasteless dinner, Pei Hanying set down her chopsticks and looked at the person opposite her.

Ning Song had eaten even less than she had. She held her chopsticks in one hand, her delicate wrist trembling faintly.
Pei Hanying couldn’t resist saying sarcastically, “Oh? Could it be that our President Ning loses her appetite just from looking at my face?” (Everything above is just them eating. Reviewer, could you please stop being so sensitive?)

At her words, Ning Song raised her head and looked at her with misty jade-green eyes rippling with emotion. The woman’s long lashes were dark and impossibly dewy.
She looked like a wronged cat being scolded, even the tip of her nose turning red.

She explained softly, “No. I’m just not very hungry…”
Before Ning Song could finish, Pei Hanying laughed, rose to her feet, and abruptly pulled her up amid the clatter of chains. She gave the tip of the tail a rather wicked tug. After hearing the low, breathy gasp she had wanted, she drawled:

“Fine. If you’re not hungry, then let’s get down to business.”

……

Realizing that Ning Song’s breathing was growing increasingly labored, Pei Hanying clicked her tongue, lifted her up, and transferred several mouthfuls of water to her mouth-to-mouth.
Once the woman was leaning against her chest and some color had gradually returned to her previously pale lips, Pei Hanying stared intently at her face while saying aloud:

“Useless little kitten. You can’t even manage one round.”

Ning Song said nothing. She merely turned her head aside and silently burrowed deeper into Pei Hanying’s embrace.
Her fingers clutched Pei Hanying’s nightgown. They were still trembling and held little strength.

After giving her some time to recover, Pei Hanying repaid her, again and again, for everything she had done to her yesterday.
Ning Song’s body grew increasingly weak, her eyelids drooping heavily. Nearly her entire body and face were flushed pink, like a vivid pink begonia blooming amid the splendor of spring.

Pei Hanying leaned closer. Sensing the woman’s approach, Ning Song instinctively tipped her head back, seeking a kiss, only for Pei Hanying to push her away without hesitation.
She froze, then lowered her lashes, concealing the disappointment in her jade-green eyes.

“Hold on tight. I’ll take you to clean up.” Pei Hanying knew Ning Song liked kissing her. In the past, whenever Ning Song had her pinned down, she would always take advantage of the moments when Pei Hanying was lost in sensation to kiss her clumsily.
But when Pei Hanying was clearheaded, she rarely allowed the woman to have her way.

She carried Ning Song into the bathroom. Beyond the frosted glass door, the vague outlines of two slender figures could be seen pressed against it as the door gradually became wet.
The little kitten became a soaking-wet little kitten too. (Exactly how subtle do you expect me to be? I didn’t write anything. Am I not even allowed to describe a silhouette?)

By the time they emerged from the bathroom, Ning Song had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.
Pei Hanying was extremely vindictive. Every mark Ning Song had left on her, she had returned one by one—and had even left more.
Ning Song wasn’t wearing any clothes now, and there was scarcely any unmarked skin left on her from head to toe.

After haphazardly tidying the bed, Pei Hanying placed her on it. Looking at the woman’s peaceful sleeping face, she exhaled softly.
Ning Song always slept particularly soundly afterward. Combined with the appropriate amount of sleeping pills Pei Hanying had added to the water she fed her earlier, she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon.

After staring at her for a while, Pei Hanying pulled a pair of gold-cutting pliers from beneath the bed and cleanly severed the golden chain around her ankle.
She found some of the woman’s clothes and changed into them. Feeling as though her entire body was enveloped in the other woman’s scent, she frowned. With the key in hand, she was about to leave the room when she noticed the golden chain lying forlornly on the floor and suddenly curled her lips into a smile.

Only after winding the golden chain several times around Ning Song’s wrist did she open the door and stride away without taking anything with her.
By the time she reached the ground floor, the night was deep and the surroundings silent. A driver was already waiting for her.

After the driver opened the door for her and [Read on BaiLianTales]Pei Hanying settled into her seat, the Maybach headed toward the airport. In two hours, there would be an international flight departing from Jing City.

Pei Hanying leaned against the car window, feeling somewhat tired herself.
This was her first contact with the outside world in more than half a month, yet she didn’t feel particularly excited.
At that moment, she even found herself unable to resist glancing back in the direction of Ning Song’s apartment.

Pei Hanying thought that although she had long known Ning Song was the villain in the original novel, they had grown up together as childhood sweethearts. From the age of four until now, every time she saw Ning Song, she had found her obedient and adorable. It was only as Ning Song gradually grew older that Pei Hanying finally saw the other side of her—the side she had never known.

So when exactly had Ning Song begun to turn dark?