Surrender II

That night, the exhausted Zhuo Yue lay on the carpet beside the bed, and with the even breathing of the person on the bed, he sank into a vague dream little by little.When he woke up, the bed was already empty.

I haven't had such a natural sleep for a long time, and I feel that everything is relaxed after waking up.He got up and opened the curtains, and the slightly harsh sunlight came in, coating the naked body with a layer of fluorescent light.He touched the leather collar on his neck, what happened yesterday was not an illusion.There was a new set of utensils in the bathroom. After washing up, he took two deep breaths in front of the mirror to stabilize his emotions, and then went downstairs.

The tall trees outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room have lost all their leaves, and the empty branches have a different kind of beauty in winter. The man is sitting on the single sofa by the window and reading a book.The slender legs overlapped casually, and the posture was tall and straight. The black sweater had a bit of awe.Hearing the voice on the stairs, he raised his eyes and looked over.

Zhuo Yue felt a little nervous, pursed her lips, and called in a low voice: "Master."

"Come here." Fang Mingyan put down the book in his hand and said.

He walked over, hesitated for a moment, knelt down beside the sofa, and tried to straighten his upper body as he taught yesterday.

"Today is very good." With a gentle smile on the man's lips, he reached out and touched his head and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

He replied with some embarrassment: "I slept so deeply that I didn't even know you were up."

"From today on, you need to get my consent before taking any medicine, understand?"

Zhuo Yue knew that he would never let herself touch sleeping pills and psychotropic drugs again, so she pursed her lips and said, "Understood."

"Until I have no other arrangements, you will temporarily use the master bedroom to rest. Starting tomorrow, you will cook the three meals. Write down the ingredients you need in the kitchen notebook one day in advance, and I will have someone prepare them." Fang Mingyan told Xiao A piece of paper on the table was handed to him, "This is your timetable, which lists in detail what you need to do."

Zhuo Yue reached out to pick it up, but the other party didn't let go.He raised his head in surprise, and saw the man looking at him lightly from the corners of his eyes. He was a little dazed for a moment before he realized it. He reached for it with both hands, and the other party let go of it.The schedule for the week was carefully planned for him on the form.Including when to wake up to prepare breakfast and when to go to bed.There is also a fixed time for exercise, reading, and watching movies and TV, and he is required to complete the homework of experience recording, and even includes two music cultivation courses per week.

"Your sense of music is too bad. I found a teacher to give you lessons. I allow you to wear home clothes during class." He paused, "Slave, whether I'm here or not, manage your time well according to these requirements , there will be penalties if mistakes are made.”

Zhuo Yue froze, felt as if her back started to hurt again, and said in a muffled voice, "Yes."

"Besides, there are some rules that need to be taught to you." Fang Mingyan patted the outside of his thigh lightly, "The command of this action is to summon you, asking you to return to me quickly and kneel down. When I stretch out my palm to express my request You stay where you are, kneel and wait. Remember?"

He moved his lips, wanted to say something but didn't say it, and replied silently: "Remember, master."

"I'll give you the right to ask questions. Tell me." Of course the other party could see what he was thinking.

Zhuo Yue asked: "If I didn't see your gesture and missed the order, will I be punished?"

The man hooked his lips: "As a slave, everything about you is mine, including your attention. Do you think you should be punished if you distract yourself and ignore instructions?"

He was choked by this rhetorical question, so he blushed and replied, "Yes."

"If you don't want to be whipped, concentrate your attention." Fang Mingyan glanced at him, "Go and eat the breakfast on the table, and then wash the dishes."

Breakfast was left on the table for him, the lean meat and preserved egg porridge was probably cooked by the man himself, and there were traces of cooking on the cutting board, carefully kept warm.Zhuo Yue's heart warmed and she looked towards the window, met the other party's gaze, and pursed her lips.

"Why, don't you want to eat?" Fang Mingyan asked.

Zhuo Yue smiled: "I want to eat."

This was the first heartfelt smile he had suppressed for a long time. The upturned corners of his mouth showed joy, expressing his emotions unabashedly to another person, as clear and bright as crystal under the sunlight.

As if infected by his smile, the man reading the book unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.