"Xue Li, am I dreaming without waking up, or has the Sun really risen from the west?" asked Mu Chen, eager for an answer about what had happened to Xue Li.
"Master, you are my master, I am your slave, of course I must serve my master well. Don't worry, Master, from now on, Xue Li is all yours, at your command, even in bed whatever posture you want Xue Li in, I will satisfy Master," Xue Li earnestly said.
"Is it you who is crazy, or is it me?" Mu Chen thought he had heard wrong, he seriously said, thinking of a term in his mind—masochist. Xue Li couldn't be a masochist, could she? So brutal yesterday, yet so submissive today, that was all Mu Chen could think of.
"Master is not crazy, neither is Xue Li. Why would you think so, Master? Is there something wrong with what Xue Li is doing? If I did something wrong, please punish me in bed, Master, forcefully take Xue Li," Xue Li said shyly.
