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Before she even had time to react to this novel sort of punishment, something that made her gasp even more occurred: the ragged collar of her clothes had already been pulled halfway down, exposing everything from her collarbone to half her shoulder. She hurriedly shoved upward with her shoulder, pulling her collar back up at top speed, and crossed her hands, cleverly raising the handcuff chain on her wrists to block that soft tongue about to attack her body.

"Little Eight? You're finally awake?"

The rose-red soft tongue retracted, and his pretty lips curved into a pleased arc, emitting a man's delighted and pleasant voice.

"You... Young Master?" Settling her mind to look, she saw Young Master staring down at her from above, while she--was resting on Young Master's lap.

He sat cross-legged in a pile of messy straw; his hair crown was gone, leaving a head of long hair hanging loose. A few strands of soft black hair brushed past her cheek, and as she moved slightly, they mischievously slipped into her chest.

The distance between these two men was way too close!

She raised her hand, wanting to brush Young Master's fluffy stray hairs out of her chest, but he stopped her with a low bark, "Don't move around."

She refused to listen, straightening her neck with a crisp "crack" of shifting bones, and the next instant, she shrieked aloud--

"My neck really is broken, ahhhhhhh--"

As a result, before the Prime Minister even had time to subject her to severe torture, she had already suffered a heavy blow from Young Master. While dodging the flying knife Young Master threw, her neck--was severely sprained.

Stiff as a vegetable, she felt like crying without tears. The culprit beside her was completely oblivious; while supporting her neck and helping her