Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

"Master, please drink."

Jiang Yuange, kneeling on the ground, lowered his head, raised his hands, and handed the wine glass forward.

Looking down at the obedient woman in front of him, Chi Morong showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Reach out a hand and gently stroke the top of the black and smooth head.

"Red wine should go with steak, go ahead."

Chi Morong reached out to take the wine glass and gave instructions.

Yuan Ge touched the table and was about to stand up when he heard the man's voice again.

"Go on your knees."

This voice, to Yuange's ears, sounded like a demon.

All things are difficult at the beginning, but once you get started, the rest will be much easier.

Jiang Yuange paused for just a moment, then withdrew his hand that was holding the table and crawled on his knees towards where the steak was placed.

Yuan Ge, a maid, never stood up during the entire meal. She kept kneeling on the ground and walking on her knees.

This meal took a very long time, and for Yuan Ge, it felt like a year, leaving traces of pain both physically and mentally.

But worse is yet to come.

Gradually, Yuan Ge realized that something was wrong with his body. The familiar heat and itchiness were churning in his body.

Yuan Ge's face, under the effect of the drug, was as pink and tender as a peach blossom. Her eyes seemed to be able to spit fire. She stared at Chi Morong with a fierce expression.

"You promised me you wouldn't take any more drugs."

Ever since Chi Morong gave Yuange medicine and used twice the dosage for stimulation, which caused Jiang Yuange to stay in the hospital for a few days, Chi Morong promised Jiang Yuange that he would no longer use this kind of aphrodisiac.

"Be good, the dose this time is very small."

The man's hand stroked Yuan Ge's soft hair again. His tone and action were more like comforting a kitten.

"Is it starting to get uncomfortable?"

He asked this but withdrew his hand and crossed it across his chest.

Although he was still itching, he was no longer as impatient as before. He suppressed the desire in his heart and just looked at the woman who was beginning to be aroused.

"If you want, come on your own."

Hearing this, Jiang Yuange gritted his teeth in hatred.

He drugged himself and then sat there acting like a hands-off boss. Was he kidding himself?

However, the desire that kept surging in her body was eroding her rationality bit by bit, and slowly, her body was controlled by the desire.

Jiang Yuange looked at the man sitting on the chair with her charming eyes. Her tender red lips parted slightly, and a gentle and sweet voice came out of her mouth.

"Master, I want it."

An innocent face, but with seductive words.

The impatience in her voice, coupled with her face as radiant as peach blossoms after being aroused, and her charming and alluring eyes, all challenge the man's endurance.

"come over."

Even at this moment, the maid's consciousness still remained in Yuan Ge's heart, and she subconsciously kneeled to the man.

A pair of white, boneless hands took the man's hands from his chest and put them against her flushed cheeks, rubbing them unconsciously.

The delicate skin was rubbed back and forth by the man's rough palms. The friction between the skin eased the restlessness in Yuan Ge's heart.

"Not enough, not enough."

Soon, this little bit of physical contact could no longer satisfy the desire in my heart.

Yuan Ge didn't know what to do. He tightly grasped the big hands on his face, raised his face, and called softly with tears in his eyes,

"Master, I feel uncomfortable."