It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

The next day, Wei Xun texted Nan Yan: "I have a social engagement tonight, I won't be home for dinner."

Nan Yan felt a slight pang of disappointment upon seeing the message, but still replied, "Okay, sir."

Aunt Chen kindly ate dinner with Nan Yan, cleared the table, and then left.

Nan Yan sat on the sofa in the living room reading a book.

I'm reading "The Little Prince," which I bought from the bookstore the day before yesterday. It was a book recommended by my husband.

Nan Yan didn't quite understand the entanglement between the Little Prince and the rose, but he liked the little fox in the book.

He felt like that little fox, wanting to win his husband's love.

And what about the man's feelings for her...? Was that love?

Nan Yan shuddered as she recalled the many harsh words and hard slaps she had received in the past.

He quickly hugged the teddy bear, recalling his husband's smiling face and gentleness, his hugs and loving words.

"My teacher is very good to me, he is very good..." Nan Yan murmured to herself, "I should be content and repay my teacher."

Around 8 p.m., there was a knock on the door.

Nan Yan got up and opened the door. A man with a baseball cap pulled low handed her a not-too-large express box. There was no sender information on it, and not even a recipient's name was written on it.

The man simply said, "It was ordered by Mr. Wei."

Nan Yan closed the door, took the package back to the living room, hesitated for a moment, and then sent a message to Wei Xun: "Sir, a package was just delivered to the door."

Wei Xun was entertaining guests at a dinner party when his phone vibrated.

He took it out and glanced at it, assuming it was some snacks or trinkets he had recently bought for Nan Yan. He casually replied, "Go ahead and open it. See if you like it. I'll be home around ten o'clock."

"Okay." Nan Yan replied, staring at the delivery box with a hint of curiosity in her heart.

Wei Xun has indeed been buying him things frequently lately, including food, toys, and electronic products.

He was about to open the outer packaging when his fingers stopped.

He always felt that this delivery box was different, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

Nan Yan walked to the window and drew the curtains in the living room and bedroom tightly shut.

After doing all this, he walked back to the sofa, picked up the scissors, and tremblingly cut open the outer packaging.

Inside the outer packaging was a black box.

Upon seeing the thorn rose emblem printed on the box, Nan Yan's face turned deathly pale, and the scissors in her hand clattered to the ground.

He was all too familiar with that badge.

How could this be something from this club?

And, sir, you asked me to open it?

Nan Yan's body trembled uncontrollably.

He recalled his days at the club, and those humiliating and painful memories flooded back, almost suffocating him.

He sat on the sofa, staring at the black box, his mind a jumbled mess.

If you open it up, what will be inside?

He dared not think further, yet he had no choice but to face it.

Nan Yan stretched out her trembling fingers and lifted the lid of the black box.

Upon seeing the contents of the box, Nan Yan's breath caught in her throat, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

He was so familiar with these things that they evoked a physiological sense of fear in him.

He wanted to text his husband to ask for clarification, but he was afraid of getting an answer he didn't want to hear.

The man asked him to open it and asked if he liked it. Could it be... could it be that the man wanted him to be like he was at the club?

Does the gentleman love himself even a little?

Nan Yan curled up on the sofa, hugged her knees, and cried softly.

He wanted to throw the box away and escape from here, but he knew he couldn't.

He was bought by the master, he is the master's man, and he must do whatever the master tells him to do.

He cried for a long time, until the clock in the living room slowly approached ten o'clock...

The gentleman will be back soon.

Nan Yan wiped away her tears, stood up, walked to the sofa, picked up the black box, and walked step by step toward the bedroom.

He knew he had no choice but to comply.

Only by making her husband happy can he continue to stay in this house, have a place to live, and have food to eat.

The bedroom lights were off, with only a little light coming in from the window.

Nan Yan stood by the bed, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly took out the items from the box and put them on one by one.

……

At 10:06 PM, the sound of a key turning in the lock came from outside the door.

Wei Xun pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a faint smell of alcohol.

He changed his shoes and found that the living room lights were off, with only a faint glimmer of light coming through the crack in the door to the second-floor bedroom.

"Nan Yan?" Wei Xun called out.

no respond.

Wei Xun walked towards the bedroom with a puzzled look and pushed open the door.

He saw Nan Yan standing by the bed, her eyes glistening with tears, looking both obedient and alluring.

At this moment, there is a cat in the bedroom. The cat has cat ears, a cat tail, and a small bell collar around its neck.

Wei Xun stared at the cat, his eyes filled with amazement and excitement, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily: "Nan Yan, how come you..."

The cat raised its head, its voice trembling with tears: "Sir, are you satisfied?"

Wei Xun had completely forgotten that he had ordered 10 toy blind boxes from the Thorn Rose Club over the phone many days ago, and thought that the cat had dressed up for him specially.

Overwhelmed with joy, Wei Xun strode over and gently stroked the kitten's ears, feeling their soft texture.

"Satisfied, of course I'm satisfied." His voice was gentle. "I love it."

After touching the ears, his fingers slid down to the kitten's neck and gently hooked the bell collar.

A crisp "ding-a-ling" sound rang out clearly in the quiet bedroom.

The cat's body trembled violently.

Wei Xun did not notice his unusual behavior and assumed that he was just shy.

His gaze shifted downwards, landing on the kitten's tail, and he reached out and gently tugged at it.

"Mmm..." The kitten bit its lip, trying not to make any more noise.

Seeing his tears, Wei Xun's heart softened even more. He reached out and wiped the tears from his face: "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

"No... sir, it doesn't hurt."

The lingering warmth of the alcohol still spread through his body. Looking at the tearful, obedient Nan Yan before him, Wei Xun's heart beat faster and faster.

He gently pulled Nan Yan into his arms and lowered his head to place a tender kiss on his forehead.

Then, the clear sound of bells rang throughout the bedroom all night.

Wei Xun was so engrossed in his joy that he was completely unaware of Nan Yan's inner resistance and pain.

He thought Nan Yan's crying was out of shyness or emotion, which would only make him feel more heartache and more intense.

"Nan Yan, you're such a good girl." Wei Xun's voice rang in his ear, filled with deep affection: "I love you like this."

Hearing this, Nan Yan felt even more humiliated.

It turns out that my husband really likes it this way, he likes being manipulated like a toy.

Have you ever had the illusion of love?

Was he just a toy for his husband's amusement from beginning to end? He can never escape it.