On the night of our arranged marriage, I tied Sebastian Thorne to the bed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Lily, even if you have my body, you'll never have my heart!" Three months later, Sebastian came home on time, lay down obediently, and started unbuttoning his shirt while stubbornly saying, "Actually, I don't really want to tonight..." "Since you don't want to, then we won't do it anymore." I tossed the pregnancy test into the trash can and said calmly. Sebastian immediately slid to his knees in front of me: "I want to! I want to! I really want to! Wifey, I'll never be stubborn again, boohoo!" 1 "Seb, aren't you afraid your wife will be mad if you don't keep her company on your wedding night?" As soon as I reached the door of the private room, I heard Sebastian's annoying reply: "Let her be mad. What's she going to do, tie me up and drag me back?" The room erupted in laughter. Tie him up and drag him back? Not a bad idea. I thought about it for a moment, then pushed the door open. Upon seeing me, the room fell instantly silent. Several men quietly straightened up. Except for Sebastian. He was sunk into a wide, emerald green velvet sofa, slouching bonelessly. His flashy burgundy shirt was eye-catching even in the dim light, the collar unbuttoned to reveal his pale, sexy collarbone. His face, handsome to the point of being sinful, was full of amusement. He drawled, his tone rising slightly with feigned surprise: "Well, well, Mrs. Thorne, you're out to play too?" "Sebastian, it's nine o'clock." My voice was flat, as if I were just reminding him of the time. The provocative smile on Sebastian's lips froze for a second. He must have remembered the rules I set for him before we got married. One of them was that he couldn't be home later than ten o'clock. The reason being, I'm used to going to bed early, and we needed to produce an heir as soon as possible. So I required him to come home early, finish the business early, so I could sleep early. "So what?" Under the curious gazes of his friends, Sebastian stiffened his neck and sneered stubbornly. "Nothing." Seeing Sebastian being stubborn, I curved my lips. "Stand up for a moment." I smiled harmlessly. Sebastian probably thought I was compromising. His nonchalant expression returned. One hand in his pocket, he stood up annoyingly, "What for..." But before he could finish, I knocked him out with a chop to the neck. Sebastian looked incredulous, then his eyes rolled back, and he fainted. "We have things to do today, so we'll leave first. Dinner's on me next time." I cleanly hoisted Sebastian onto my shoulder and nodded to the men in the room who were already huddled together, trembling. With that, I walked out steadily carrying the unconscious Sebastian. Behind me came the sharp gasps of several men. "Holy crap! Did his wife just knock Seb out with one chop?!" "More than that! She hoisted Seb, who's almost six-three, onto her shoulder! And she looked like it was nothing! Seb works out all the time!" "Terrifying! She looks maybe five-seven? So slender, where does she get that strength!" "Seb is done for tonight!" "Sigh, a moment of silence for him." 2 I stripped Sebastian and threw him into the bathtub. Drowning in the tub, Sebastian woke up with a start. "Why am I here?" He sat up in the tub, looking bewildered. "Ten minutes. Clean yourself up." After saying that, I didn't even look at him, turning to leave. "You, you, you, Lily!" Sebastian looked at his naked self in disbelief, gritting his teeth, "You not only knocked me out but stripped me too?!" Hearing this, I paused, turned to look at the exasperated Sebastian, calmly checked my watch, and offered a friendly reminder: "You have nine and a half minutes left." Sebastian: ?! "Still not washing?" My tone was waveless as I prepared to take off my watch: "Or should I come in and help you wash?" "You—" Sebastian reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly flushing red. He said aggrievedly and through gritted teeth, "Get out! I'll wash myself!" "OK." I turned and left without hesitation. 3 Nine minutes and fifty-five seconds later, Sebastian came out wearing a bathrobe, water dripping from the ends of his hair. "Dry your hair." I looked at Sebastian, tilting my head back to take my medicine. When Sebastian's gaze landed on the pill box on the bedside table, he looked at me in disbelief: "You need to take medicine to be with me?!" "What else?" I impatiently took out another box of pills and threw it on the bed. "This box is yours. Hurry up, don't dawdle, I'm sleepy." It was almost ten; it was my bedtime. Sebastian looked humiliated: "Does the young master need this stuff?!" The medicine was kicking in, and I lost my patience. I directly hooked Sebastian's bathrobe belt, pushed him onto the bed, and while he was dazed, handcuffed his wrists to the headboard. Sebastian's muscles tensed instantly, looking shocked: "Lily, what are you doing?!" I didn't waste words with him. I pried open his mouth and shoved the pill in. Then I pulled open his bathrobe. Sebastian wasn't wearing anything underneath. I looked up at Sebastian meaningfully: "Oh, little Mr. Thorne isn't wearing clothes? Are you naturally averse to wearing them?" Having his little thoughts exposed, Sebastian's face instantly exploded red. Two flames of anger burned in those beautiful peach blossom eyes, staring at me as if to burn through me: "Lily!" Seeing Sebastian's angry and embarrassed look, I didn't tease him anymore, preparing to get straight to the point. But Sebastian was still being stubborn: "Lily, give up. I won't have feelings for you!" "Then what is this...?" I casually flicked a certain spirited part of Sebastian's body, scoffing: "The medicine shouldn't work this fast, right?" Sebastian: ?! "Lily, are you even a woman!" Sebastian was so ashamed and angry that he turned red all over, like a cooked shrimp. "Nonsense, am I a ladyboy?" I endured the pain and sat down. Getting straight to the point, Sebastian was also confused, still stammering: "Lily, even if you have my body, you won't have my heart..." "Shut up!" I couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Sebastian, "Who wants your heart!" A sincere heart is the most useless thing in this world. Only money and power are the hard truths. Sebastian suddenly shut up. I looked up subconsciously and saw him looking dazed, narrowing his eyes, seeming to savor the slap just now. Me: ? Did I hit him into pleasure? I paused. Could this dog have some special fetish? Seeing I stopped and looked at him with an indescribable expression, Sebastian shuddered and immediately came back to his senses. He realized his expression just now was wrong, his face instantly red again, forcefully saving face: "Y-you, what right do you have to hit me?" I was in pain, too lazy to say another word to him, gritting my teeth and continuing. "Y-you'll get hurt like this." Sebastian's expression wasn't very comfortable either. He asked tentatively: "How about I do it?" Slap. I slapped Sebastian again, impatiently saying: "Shut up!" Two slaps later, Sebastian was completely behaved, looking aggrieved, lying there afraid to move. (Ten thousand words omitted here.) After it was over, I unlocked Sebastian's handcuffs, signaling he could scram. "You use and discard?" Sebastian was confused. I had no strength left, wrapped in the quilt with my back to Sebastian, not wanting to say a word. Sebastian complained for a while about how my behavior of using and discarding was scummy, then realized I was ignoring him completely. Then he exploded, hugging his clothes and huffing out a harsh remark: "Lily, if I let you succeed again, I'm a dog!" then went to sleep in the next room. 4 The next night at nine o'clock. I looked at the clock on the wall and called Sebastian. The first call wasn't answered. The second rang for almost a minute before Sebastian slowly picked up. After connecting, the blasting music on his end was deafening, showing no sign of restraint because of the call. I frowned, using my last bit of patience to remind him: "Sebastian, it's nine o'clock." However, Sebastian on the other end became even more arrogant. He said lazily: "So what?" Hearing Sebastian's extremely arrogant tone, I didn't speak, silently getting up to get something from the utility room. On the other end, Sebastian was still provoking: "Lily, let me tell you, being knocked out by you yesterday was because the young master wasn't prepared. If you dare to come today, I'll show you my power!" Hearing this, I scoffed, "Three minutes. That is pretty powerful." After my voice fell, Sebastian exploded. "That was my first time, no experience! Ahhh! Lily, you are not allowed to tell anyone!!!" Sebastian screamed a warning at me, his voice almost breaking. After his voice fell, I heard the music on his end stop abruptly, followed by the shocked voices of the men in the box yesterday— "Seb, you're that fast?!" "Holy crap, Seb, you can't do it?!" "Seb, if you really can't, take some medicine?!" Sebastian: ... Beep beep beep. Sebastian hung up the phone. I wasn't angry either. After stuffing everything into my bag, I grabbed the car keys and drove to "The Duke". 5 It was the same private room as yesterday. Seeing me, Sebastian subconsciously sat up straight. But then he relaxed again, resting his hands on the sofa, crossing his long legs on the coffee table, looking at me with a reckless attitude. "Out playing again, Mrs. Thorne." Sebastian raised an eyebrow at me annoyingly. I ignored him, turned around, took out the U-lock from my bag, and locked the room door. Sebastian's expression froze, and he sat up straight. I then took out a dart from my bag and threw it straight at Sebastian. "Holy crap, Lily, you're murdering your husband!" Sebastian's pupils dilated, and he jumped up to dodge the dart. Missed. Regrettably, I took out another dart and threw it at Sebastian again. "Ahhh!" This time it wasn't just Sebastian screaming, but also his three friends in the room. "Sister-in-law, calm down, we're innocent!" I turned a deaf ear. Wherever Sebastian dodged, my darts followed, showing no mercy. Four men ran around the room holding their heads. "Seb, apologize quickly!" One of them almost cried after nearly getting hit by a dart. "Apologize my ass! A real man never admits mistakes!" Sebastian's slicked-back hair was messy from dodging darts, looking quite wretched, but his mouth was still hard. Then a dart flew past his ear. Sebastian: !! "Lily, I was wrong!" Sebastian slid to his knees in front of me, hugging my hand tightly to admit his mistake. My expression was calm. Looking down at the trembling Sebastian, I said gently: "Sebastian, this is the second time." Implying, there won't be a third. "I know, I know, boohoo." Sebastian couldn't help but howl and cry, obviously truly scared. When we left, Sebastian followed behind me dejectedly. His three friends hugged the door with weak legs, watching us leave with admiration and awe.
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