Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

Song Baoling couldn't stand still, she had no choice but to hang her wrists with iron chains, her bruises were stretched, and the water was so cold that she couldn't help but lean on the wall of the hot spring to support most of her body.

"Bang—crash..." A small hole by the wall suddenly burst into water, and the sound woke up Song Baoling's drowsy head.

The water that came out was still cold, and it didn't stop until the water from her calf spread to her thigh.

The next day, when she woke up, she saw the national teacher standing beside her, and she didn't know how long she had been looking at her.

"How is it? It doesn't feel good." He smiled, "It would be nice if you were less stubborn."

Song Baoling remained silent, and the determination in his eyes silently refuted him.

The national teacher walked around the hot spring pool with great interest, "Actually, this was originally a hot spring, but now it's more like a water prison... I don't know how long you can hold on."

"It's also interesting to say. You fooled your little maid, and today another man wants to sneak in."

Song Baoling finally responded, "What did you do to him?"

"It's nothing, what should I do if I trespassed on the master's bedroom, skinning and deboning? Punishment with fire?" The master's thin lips spat out cruel words.

Song Baoling interrupted him, "Enough, you dare not do this."

The national teacher's expression changed, "You can try whether I dare or not. I haven't done anything to him now, but it doesn't mean that my patience has always been so good."

"Are you hungry, cold?" He asked suddenly with concern.

Song Baoling didn't reply, but felt that every word was hypocritical, so he gritted his teeth and said, "What exactly do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want you to belong to me forever, only to me." The national teacher became attached.

He stretched out his hand, and with his slender fingers, he picked up a strand of wet hair on Song Baoling's shoulder.

Song Baoling calmed down, making sure that the national teacher was not talking about her, she asked tentatively, "What's my name?"

The national teacher was stunned for a moment, his confused appearance gradually faded, and he looked at her with some playful eyes, "Of course I know, your name is Song Baoling."

"Since you know, why..." Song Baoling hesitated to speak.

The national teacher's eyes were complicated, and he scolded, "Don't try to test my bottom line, you can't bear the consequences."

Song Baoling sneered, "Do you still have a bottom line?"

His eyes darkened a little, "I remember you haven't eaten for a day, come here, serve the food."

The subordinates outside the door immediately brought in the dishes, which were already a bit cold, and the national teacher showed a regretful expression.

"It's a bit cold, but you will definitely eat it, it's all your favorite food."

The dishes are very rich, all made by the royal chef in the palace, but those dishes... are not her favorite.

Song Baoling turned his head, and the national teacher reacted belatedly, "Your hands are locked, you can't pick vegetables."

Song Baoling originally thought that he would undo the shackles and continue to handcuff her after letting her eat.

But what I didn't expect was that he actually brought the food in front of her, and said coldly, "Then eat like this."

Song Baoling's eyes widened in disbelief, did he feed her like a dog?
"Eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it's too cold." The national teacher urged, Song Baoling gave him a resentful look, turned his head and said that he would never eat it.

The national teacher's eyes sank, as if he was irritated by her, he forcefully pushed her into her mouth and stuffed it indiscriminately.

Just now, he was not in a hurry, but now he treated her so rudely, Song Baoling didn't even have time to hide, and was stuffed with a lot of food.

One who didn't pay attention and was choked by the national teacher let her go as she wished, "If you resist, you won't get any benefits, so why make yourself suffer like this."

"Ahem...!" Song Baoling was full of resentment, the national teacher stopped forcing her and got up slowly, he just wanted to teach him a lesson.

Song Baoling finally came to his senses, staring into those cool eyes and said word by word, "Are you doing the same to that person?"

The national teacher froze, dropped the dish and left.

The door was closed, and she was the only one in the whole hot spring prison.

The water in the hot spring would increase a little from time to time, and it had already overflowed her chest at night, and she was lost in consciousness and had no strength at all.

When she awoke again, she was lying on a warm bed next to the crackling wood of the stove.

The national teacher heard her move and straightened up immediately, and said softly: "Are you awake?"

Song Baoling resisted subconsciously, and a trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the national teacher, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to treat you that way!"

"It's not you, who is that?" Song Baoling asked back, staring at him.

The national teacher didn't know how to explain to her, so he could only change the subject, "I have prepared food for you, do you want to get up and eat?"

Speaking of this, Song Baoling became angry, "How do you want me to eat? Do you bury your head in a bowl like a dog and eat?"

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the national teacher, and when he touched Song Baoling's eyes, the words stuck in his throat again.

"No." The national teacher ordered people to bring up the food, which was more than yesterday's, and it was richer, fresh from the oven, and full of aroma.

Song Baoling felt that this person was very strange, and looked at him vigilantly, the national teacher had no choice but to hold her hand, and was slapped away before touching her.

"Don't touch me, I'll do it myself."

The national teacher's hand hanging in the air paused, but he finally retracted it.

Song Baoling ate to his heart's content, and the national teacher felt more at ease.

He seemed to be remembering some sad past, sitting silently by the side, watching quietly.

Perhaps because of guilt, he didn't let her wear anklets, but she couldn't come in and out at will, and could only move around in his bedroom.

Even his subordinates can't touch her, completely treating her as a personal item.

"Aren't you a national teacher? What do you know?" Song Baoling sat opposite him, holding a black chess piece in his hand.

The national teacher's dark purple eyes moved, "What do you want to ask?"

"I heard that you can prophesy, see the sky, and have the ability to communicate with gods?" Song Baoling deliberately exaggerated, staring at him inquiringly.

The white chess in the master's hand clicked on the table, landed somewhere, and said calmly, "You lost."

Song Baoling glanced lightly, not paying much attention, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"What's the benefit of answering you and me?" The national teacher asked back.

Song Baoling's expression turned cold, "It's no good, it's fine if you don't want to answer."

The national teacher chuckled a few times, "Prediction is time-consuming and energy-consuming. I can't make a few predictions throughout the year, but they are quite accurate."

"As for the stargazing you mentioned, it is indeed my forte. If you are interested, maybe I can teach you."

"I don't want to learn." Song Baoling continued to ask, "What about your eyes?"

The national teacher touched his eyes, "The eyes are what you see, so it's inconvenient to reveal."

Having poked the other party's pain, Song Baoling felt secretly refreshed, but did not show it on his face.

Before the chess piece was finished, he didn't know which nerve was poked at the national teacher. He clenched his hands into fists, and said in an unclear tone, "Play chess?"