. Once upon a certain master and caring husband .

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Anying was unconscious, he knew it.

All he could see was darkness and his body was partially at health, plus, he couldn't pick up any noise.

But that changed all of a sudden when a cold liquified sensation spread all over his body... Jolting him awake.

And when he opened his eyes albeit weakly, he found out that it was water, he was poured water to wake up and he could also make out the silhouette of a man in front of him holding a bucket.

'. Did I transmigrate into a soap opera novel or do unicorns now suddenly exist? '. He couldn't help but wonder...

Because right now it felt as if he was kidnapped a--... Wait..

He forced his eyes open.. and that was when he found out that he wasn't inside the room he'd been sleeping for the past few days... And to think the room was cold and so was he, his body shook slightly.

What was happening?..

He took his gaze back to the man in front of him to have a better view. And when he did, he could not believe his eyes at whom he saw...

It was Hanze...

Hanze... Hanze was the one that poured him water...

The guy in mention threw the bucket on the ground and the sound it made, made Anying flinch visibly.

Plus, the black outfit Hanze was still putting on and his hair that was let loose with cold blue eyes staring down at him... gave him an ominous feeling... He was scared now.. really scared ... He was now so sure that he wasn't in a safe situation anymore. I mean...

Weren't him and xiajie driving back home before?... Didn't he fall asleep and wasn't xiajie supposed to wake him up to walk into the house when they arrived?.

But what was this now?... Why was Hanze doing this?... Did the man just find it funny and pleasurable to make his life a living hell?... Tears of helplessness welled up in his eyes and fell down along with the water dripping down his face...

What Did he even do?. Didn't he apologize earlier?. Wasn't Hanze going to ... He didn't know, but he knew his face reflected all his emotions right now, he was tired and wanted by all means for this to be a nightmare.

And Hanze saw it clearly... He saw anying's expressions of pain... His trembling lips, his shivering body.. hmm... he saw it all but he wasn't the least bit affected by it.... I mean..

What was his business? .. he was only going to instill fear on the stubborn thing and then feed him full. Wouldn't that be great?.

".you are not dreaming Anying."

He began and Anying resisted the urge to spout out an offensive word, his lips were trembling as he was weak and trying to muffle his sobs.

Hanze ignored that though and continued with a blank and cold gaze. ". So you know why you're here?." He asked.

And though Anying wanted to answer he didn't, he was afraid of worsening his situation by uttering offensive things... But what he did was also offensive.

Hanze waited but got no reply. "No fret. I'll make sure to change that attitude of yours today.". He said ignoring the way Anying stiffened when he heard that.

"Now. We will, be having two sections of actions today.". He said again and Anying turned his head to stare at his feet.

". You'll choose.".

And by the sound of that, Anying didn't want any... He tried distancing himself from the man but his body hit a cold wall causing him to move back to his initial position.

What was this?.

Hanze was amused by his actions but he didn't let it show, he just decided to continue his talk with,

". One, is the bitter sweet symphony section. You'll get to eat. While the other is the pure bitter section so, you get to choose ".

Anying frowned... He gets to eat?... Was Hanze being generous?.

."No. You said you were hungry... So I'm just trying to be a good master and husband you know.".

Anying pursed his lips, seems like he thought that out loud but wait... Bitter section...

". I-i....I don't want any..". He said in a barely Audible and broke yet weak voice. Because if it meant he was going to suffer in the hands of hanze, he'd better not eat at all.

He thought he heard Hanze chuckle before a painful sensation spread through his scalp.

". A-ah...". He winced.

He was yanked up by his hair and it was painful, causing his tears to fall out more... He couldn't even struggle as Hanze threw him on the floor close to the soft black couch.

."Repeat what you just said.". He heard Hanze say and he did...

He didn't want any bad nor painful treatment... He was too weak to take it. So he said more cautiously this time,

".p--please.. Hanze, I don't want any..".

His hair was yanked backwards this time with a tight grip and a quiet sob escaped his lips because of it.

Now due to the angle of his head, he was able to meet Hanze's cold blue eyes and humourless face that was zeroed in on him.

"Listen, you either choose or I force them on you. And when I do, the intensity of whatever I'm going to do would be tripled got it?.".

Anying felt like crying.. no infact he already was, his scalp was tingling painfully and he was forced to reply.

"Y-yes...".

When Hanze gripped his long hair more tightly.

."very Good and obedient."

Hanze said and released his hair with a shove. Anying almost fell down when he was pushed like that but he stabilized himself and continued crying with his head lowered.

He heard shuffling of clothes for the next five minutes, a comforting scent assaulted him and the next thing, he heard Hanze say,

."Raise up your head now.".