Yu Shujun's molars were about to shatter, his face twisted, his expression screaming refusal.
Yet the circular pattern on the back of his neck flashed with a golden light, leaving Yu Shujun no room to refuse.
"Master..."
The two words, filled with extreme shame and humiliation, were forced out of Yu Shujun's mouth with difficulty.
Raising his hand to support Wen Nan's hand reaching out to him, Yu Shujun's entire body was stiff, yet he still reverently kissed the back of the other's hand.
Wen Nan was momentarily stunned.
He extended his hand, originally just intending to shake hands with the other.
But that didn't matter anymore, Wen Nan still maintained that faint smile, as if he hadn't noticed Yu Shujun's inner turmoil, and with a lighthearted tone, he said, "Good boy, call me that a few more times. Once I tire of it, I'll let you stop."
As he spoke, Wen Nan's gaze fell, sweeping over the control pattern on Yu Shujun's neck.
That control pattern was golden.
