Early in the morning, the farm began to bustle with activity.

The man came out of his room, his arms bare, with a few faint scratch marks on them. He had just taken a shower and hadn’t dried himself completely, haphazardly wiping himself down before pulling on his clothes to go to work.

Aside from the back garden, which was tended to by dedicated staff, most of the work fell on the man’s shoulders. He first went to get the morning’s fresh milk with an iron bucket.

But this milk was not for sale.

A portion was to be sent to the kitchen for the cook to make into milk pudding, and another portion was to be diluted with water for the farm owner’s morning bath.

Yes, this remote farm happened to have a spoiled farm owner.

His daily task was to supervise his slave’s work with a small horsewhip.

Once breakfast was ready in the kitchen and the milk-infused bathwater was prepared, the man walked to the two-story building in the back to wake the farm owner.

Pushing open the door, he could see the dark-haired youth sprawled asleep on the enormous bed. His shirt had ridden up, revealing a sliver of his waistline, dazzlingly white, with a few faint teeth marks visible on it.

He’d have to be a pervert.

To bite even his stomach.

The man stared for two seconds, then forced his gaze away. He walked over, picked up the clothes from a nearby rack, and sat on the edge of the bed to dress the farm owner.

The moment he grasped the farm owner’s ankle, the sleeping youth moved impatiently, kicking his foot forward. With a practiced, swift movement, the man quickly moved his face forward.

The farm owner’s foot kicked him right in the face.

The jade-like foot landed on his face, held by the slave, who lowered his head to peck kisses on its sole.

This scene was utterly absurd, yet it was a daily morning ritual.

The rough, hot breath on the sole of his foot tickled him. The youth opened his eyes in anger and grabbed the pillow next to him, throwing it.

“Don’t bother me!”

His voice was still a little hoarse, a clear sign of how much he’d been tormented the previous night. Thinking back on last night’s events, Fang Chen was still furious. He pointed resentfully at the silent slave, “You’re punished to sleep in the storage room tonight!”

The slave said nothing, merely lowering his head to help the farm owner put on his socks before reaching over to carry him to his bath.

Needless to say, he endured several slaps along the way, but seeing the slight curve of the man’s lips, it was clear he was enjoying it.

After serving the farm owner’s bath, he helped him change his clothes and knelt on the floor to put on his shoes.

As he lifted his leg, a wave of soreness shot through his waist. A new surge of anger flared up in Fang Chen. Before his other shoe was on, he stepped directly onto the slave’s chest.

The cotton-white sock pressed down, deliberately using some force, with a humiliating intent.

“I’m telling you, I am the master of this farm. You have to do whatever I tell you to do, do you hear me!”

Including in bed.

The man let out a hoarse “mm-hmm.”

Fang Chen felt that voice wasn’t quite right. He looked down and his eyes instantly widened.

No way!!

This works too!!!

He quickly pulled his foot back, turned, and scurried away with his shoes half-on.

This slave had to go!

Breakfast was laid out by the cook in the small hall downstairs. Today’s tablecloth was light blue, and a vase of unknown, colorful wildflowers sat on the table, creating a very charming atmosphere.

Fang Chen sat down first. Seth came down a while later, probably having gone for another shower.

The man walked expertly to the table and began to peel an egg for the farm owner.

But Fang Chen was in a bad mood today and said arrogantly, “I don’t need you! Just seeing you makes me angry!”

A nearby farmhand watched from a distance. The man stood by the dining table like a small mountain, showing no reaction to being scolded by the farm owner.

He couldn’t help but shake his head.

Actually, generally speaking, their farm owner was quite nice. He didn’t dock wages without reason and even gave bonuses on holidays. He was just particularly nasty to this Seth.

The farmhand scratched his head.

After the farm owner once again shooed Seth away, the man finally moved. He ladled a bowl of soup for him before turning to leave. The farmhand quickly followed and couldn’t help but ask, “What on earth did you do to provoke him?”

Seth didn’t answer.

“If you did something wrong, just fix it. Why suffer being treated like this every day?”

Seth looked at him and said in a deep voice.

“I can’t change it.”

He couldn’t be gentler, nor could he be slower.

The farmhand, “…”

After finishing his meal, the farm owner wiped his mouth and began his daily inspection work, carrying his small horsewhip.

To be precise, the main purpose of the inspection was to find fault with Seth.

“Ha! You just left this firewood lying around!”

Fang Chen pointed at the neatly stacked pile of firewood in the warehouse, his eyes wide. “Why didn’t you arrange it into a design! Are you deliberately being lazy!!”

Even the nearby farmhand couldn’t listen anymore.

But the tall slave just nodded and admitted his mistake.

Fang Chen tilted his chin up and swung his small horsewhip, striking the man’s arm. Through the layer of fabric, the sound was muffled.

The farmhand winced internally, thinking that this Seth, who looked so tall and muscular, was surprisingly tolerant.

After a few lashes, Fang Chen huffed and walked away. Seth looked down at his arm and frowned.

Is that it?

Why didn’t he hit him a few more times?

After a round of inspection, Fang Chen’s legs were sore. He sat on a small chair under a tree to cool off.

Having picked faults all morning, the farm owner finally felt a bit better. But looking at the big guy at his feet, his heart felt heavy again.

Everything about him was big!

It was infuriating!

A short while later, a farmhand came over and said that the neighboring farm owner, Joey, had come to visit.

Because Fang Chen was Asian, he usually had no contact with the surrounding farm owners, so he didn’t know why this one had suddenly sought him out.

Fang Chen thought for a moment. “Let him in.”

The neighboring farm owner, Joey, had a rather loud voice. His voice arrived before he did. “Hey, Chen! It’s been a long time!”

Fang Chen was confused. “Have we met?”

Joey scratched his head. “Uh, at the last corn trade fair. I saw you from a distance.”

Fang Chen had a moment of realization.

He had just bought the farm not long before then. It was his first time attending the trade fair, and he had felt very awkward, so he left after a short while.

He asked politely, “Is there something I can help you with?”

Joey cleared his throat, his gaze constantly darting to the tall slave standing behind Fang Chen. He said drily, “Uh, nothing in particular. Just came to pay a visit.”

So Americans were this polite.

Fang Chen nodded and had Seth bring out some spices he had bought a while ago to give to Joey.

“I can’t possibly accept this. You don’t even know what I like. Why don’t I go pick something myself?”

Fang Chen, “…”

He spoke too soon. He took back what he just said.

He gave Joey a suspicious look but still waved his hand for Seth to take him.

The slave was silent, leading the way.

After turning a corner, Joey quickly walked a few steps to catch up with Seth. “I say, are you enjoying being a slave? When are you planning to go back?”

Seth frowned. “Aren’t you managing the farm just fine? Didn’t I tell you not to come looking for me unless it’s important?”

Joey was at a loss for words. “I heard you’re not having a good time here. That Asian man, they say he’s always hitting you, insulting you. You can’t woo someone like this.”

He was captivated after just one glance at the trade fair.

He even abandoned his own farm, coming here to be a slave, to be beaten and scolded at will.

Seth thought of Fang Chen’s chin held high, holding that little whip, looking just like a proud little lamb. His heart melted into a puddle, and he couldn’t help but curl his lips into a slight smile.

Seeing his expression, Joey exclaimed, “My god, brother, so this is your thing.”

A vein throbbed on Seth’s temple. He gritted his teeth. “Get lost. Now.”

Fang Chen sat on the small chair for a while, then saw Seth returning alone. He was surprised. “Where’s Joey?”

Seth’s expression didn’t change. “He took the spices and left.”

Fang Chen’s eyes widened. “Didn’t he say he came to visit me? How could he just take the gift and leave?”

Damn it!

Those deceitful Americans!

Seeing Fang Chen’s huffy expression, Seth’s lips curved. He couldn’t help but go over to coax him. “Don’t worry, I only gave him old spices. They’re not worth much.”

Fang Chen was about to nod in satisfaction, but then he turned and saw the man’s face right next to his. His own face instantly turned stern again. “How outrageous! What will others think of me! Am I short on that little bit of money!”

Such a demanding, temperamental farm owner would surely be cursed out in anyone else’s mind, but in Seth’s eyes, he was cute no matter how he looked. He wished Fang Chen would scold him a few more times.

He said obediently, “Yes, it’s all the slave’s fault. Why don’t the farm owner whip me a few more times?”

Fang Chen froze for a moment, then suddenly realized something. His eyes widened. “Could it be that when I hit you, you also…”

The man was silent.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!!

What kind of slave had he ended up with!!

Fang Chen felt that even his small horsewhip had been tainted. He was thoroughly angry at himself.

He angrily pulled out the whip, threw it on the ground, and stormed off.

Seth pursed his lips, bent down to pick up the whip, wiped it clean, and tucked it into his clothes.

Life on the farm was monotonous and simple.

But as the farm owner, Fang Chen still had many things to attend to, ensuring the purchase and sale of this year’s crops to guarantee the farm’s normal operation.

The account books had been delivered a long time ago, but Fang Chen couldn’t even be bothered to look at them. He returned to his room, and just as he sat down in his chair, he heard the door push open behind him. He angrily grabbed something from the table and threw it. “Who let you in?”

Seth caught it with one hand. It was an account book. He paused, then racked his brain for a way to coax him. “Don’t be angry. I’ll look at this for you.”

Fang Chen looked at him suspiciously. “You know how to do this?”

Seth nodded. “A little.”

Fine. It seemed this slave was quite versatile.

The farm owner stood up and pointed at the chair. “Then you sit down and look through it properly for me.”

A smile flashed in Seth’s eyes. He strode over and sat down on the chair. After a pause, he looked up and asked, “I’m sitting here. Where will you sit?”

Fang Chen crossed his arms and snorted. “Less nonsense. Look at it quickly. If you don’t finish, you’re not getting any food today.”

Seth smiled, reached out a large hand, and pulled the youth to sit on his lap.

What an absurd scene.

The tall slave sat on the chair, while the farm owner was held in his lap, completely enveloped by him. From behind, not even a single strand of his hair could be seen.

Fang Chen struggled a couple of times but was embarrassed to find that because the man’s arms were wrapped around him, he couldn’t even move.

He slapped him a couple of times. “Getting bold, are you? Do you not even want to sleep in the woodshed? Do you want me to kick you out to sleep in the stables!”

Seth coaxed him, “Shouldn’t you be supervising me with something as confidential as the account books? If I hold you in my lap like this, you can see clearly where I’m looking and whether I’m secretly taking notes.”

That did make some sense.

The farm owner’s limited brain was spun around, and in the end, he dizzily nodded in agreement.

Being held in the man’s arms like a large, life-sized doll, with the man’s chin resting on the top of his head, Fang Chen felt a bit ashamed but didn’t want to show any weakness, which would damage his authority as the farm owner.

He gritted his teeth and endured, his face stern, looking very serious.

But soon, he couldn’t remain serious.

The farm owner, sitting on the slave’s lap, shifted to the left. A few seconds later, he shifted to the right.

The man turned a page, closed his eyes, and pressed his other hand on the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white as if he was trying his best to endure something.

Finally, he couldn’t bear it anymore and said in a hoarse voice, “Stop moving.”

In contrast, Fang Chen was even angrier. He slammed the table. “Do you think I want to move!”

It was because something was underneath him.

Seth was silent.

…

After forcibly kicking the wretched slave out, Fang Chen was so angry he even locked the door. He collapsed on the bed, reflecting on how he had gotten to this point.

Alright, in the beginning, he was seduced by looks.

A few months ago, the farm was short on staff. He used his connections to hire a few hands, including Seth.

The man’s figure was exceptionally superior. Even in rough linen clothes, one could glimpse the sturdy physique beneath.

Fang Chen was, of course, satisfied and kept him.

Unexpectedly, the man approached him on his own initiative, saying his family was short on money and he wanted to sell himself to Fang Chen, to be the farm’s slave.

Fang Chen had never encountered such a thing and was startled.

To his surprise, Seth was a man of few words but swift action. He started taking off his clothes right in front of Fang Chen.

When his shirt came off, revealing his full chest muscles, the farm owner, who had been about to refuse, was instantly captivated.

He swallowed hard. “How much do you want?”

The price Seth asked for was very low, far below the market rate. Fang Chen didn’t think much of it, truly believing he had a family emergency, and even deliberately added some more for him.

From that day on, the farm had a slave.

God as his witness, Fang Chen didn’t have so many thoughts at the beginning. But perhaps the farm work was too much; the man was always hot and taking off his clothes, especially when Fang Chen was around, walking back and forth with his chest bare.

The young farm owner had never experienced this before, and his dark eyes would follow him back and forth.

Later, one day, Fang Chen was bored and went to pick apples from a tree. The ladder was probably not set up stably. When he turned, it wobbled, and he fell straight off.

He thought it was over, that he would land face-first at the very least.

Unexpectedly, his face didn’t hit the ground; instead, it was pressed against the man’s chest muscles.

Seth caught him, holding him tightly in his arms.

The farm owner’s face was squished against the slave’s chest.

What was this feeling…

Fang Chen only felt dizzy. Opening his eyes to such a explosive scene, he slowly closed them again.

But Seth was shaking his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

The farm owner gritted his teeth. “Why are you always not wearing a shirt?!”

The slave was taken aback, then a smile curved his lips. His voice was low and husky. “Have you forgotten something?”

Fang Chen was stunned. “What?”

“I am a slave who sold himself to this place. Everything I have is yours, including… my body.”

Fang Chen’s eyes widened.

This, this, this, this!!!

This was not good.

He, he, he, he!!!

He didn’t mean it like that.

The farm owner rubbed his face against the slave’s chest muscles again and said seriously, “Don’t misunderstand. I’m not that kind of person.”

The slave chuckled softly.

This was just a small interlude, but from that day on, something quietly changed.

The farm owner’s gaze towards the slave became more and more open, and the slave became more and more outrageous, starting to get hot and frantically taking off his clothes whenever he was alone with the farm owner.

Once, a farmhand came in and was stunned. Seth, who was in the middle of showing his excellent back muscles to the farm owner, darkened his face and quickly put his clothes back on.

Looking was fine.

But only Fang Chen could look.

The farm owner was very satisfied with the slave’s self-awareness and nodded.

Their days had been maintained in this “look but don’t touch” mode until one month-end when the farm had a regular get-together for everyone to relax.

As the slave owner, Fang Chen inevitably had a couple of drinks, but his tolerance was too low, and he quickly became dizzy.

The slave very considerately sent him back.

Everyone had a great time that night, and no one noticed that the farm owner and the slave had both disappeared.

But from the next day on, the farm owner found fault with this slave everywhere,刁难ing him, insulting him, and whipping him.

Everyone was puzzled why the normally good-tempered farm owner was targeting Seth. Had Seth done something to offend him?

But seeing Seth being so respectful, there didn’t seem to be any problem.

However, everyone could only see what happened during the day. Who knew what happened at night?

Lying in bed reminiscing about the past, Fang Chen actually fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, the sky outside was already dark.

He shot up and looked at the time. It was already so late.

Why didn’t anyone come to wake him?

Fang Chen slapped his head. Right, with his terrible temper upon waking, who would dare to wake him?

He hadn’t eaten dinner and was a little hungry now.

He put on his shoes and went out, planning to go to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.

The farm at night was quiet, with only the sound of insects. The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and even the stars seemed particularly bright tonight.

Fang Chen pushed open the kitchen door and rummaged around, only finding some dry biscuits.

The farm owner was very picky and couldn’t eat these at all.

But it was so late, he couldn’t call the cook up just to make something for him.

Fang Chen’s face fell. Suddenly, the whole room lit up. He was startled. Turning his head, he saw Seth standing at the door, arms crossed. “So it’s you. I thought a thief had gotten in.”

The youth glared at him. “What did you say!”

Seth glanced at the stove and said deliberately, “I’m a little hungry. Can I come in and cook a bowl of noodles?”

The farm owner was very stingy at this moment. “Why are you eating a midnight snack? If you eat so much, I won’t be able to afford to keep you.”

But then he coughed. “But never mind for today. Make a bowl of noodles for me too.”

He didn’t know where Seth had learned the skill, but he could cook Chinese food. Fang Chen ate it often and thought it was much better than the cook’s.

But Seth had only ever cooked for him.

At night, the kitchen was lit by a dim yellow light. The youth sat at the table, chin in hand, looking expectantly at the stove.

His slave had an apron tied around his waist, which didn’t match his burly figure at all. He shredded some chicken, some green vegetables, and scallions. Soon, the aroma wafted out. Fang Chen sniffed and quickly picked up his chopsticks.

The noodles were served, steaming hot and appetizing.

Fang Chen was truly hungry. He didn’t have time to say more and buried his head to eat.

And Seth sat across from him, his gaze fixed on him from beginning to end.

The arrogant farm owner, the little lamb who hated getting out of bed, the youth who was hungry in the middle of the night, the Fang Chen who sat on his lap, pouting and waiting for a kiss.

No matter which one, he loved him more than he could possibly love.

After finishing the whole bowl of noodles, Fang Chen let out a comfortable sigh. He looked up and saw that Seth across from him hadn’t eaten anything. He was stunned. “Aren’t you eating?”

Seth’s lips curved imperceptibly. “I’ll eat a little later.”

A little later?

Fang Chen frowned. Wasn’t it late enough already?

He silently grumbled, “Be careful not to get indigestion from eating too late.”

Seth smiled. “I won’t. I have a very good appetite.”

Fang Chen couldn’t be bothered with him.

He was full and satisfied. He wiped his mouth and prepared to go back. The man followed closely behind.

Leaving the kitchen, the man turned a corner and walked in the other direction.

Fang Chen walked a few steps, then stopped and glared back at him. “Where are you going?”

Seth’s tone was natural. “Back to sleep. Didn’t you punish me to sleep in the storage room today?”

The farm owner was so angry he couldn’t breathe. He gritted his teeth and walked away with a cold face.

After returning to his room, Fang Chen was so angry he threw his pillow on the floor.

Fine. He hadn’t seen him be so obedient before.

He told him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop!!

Now he was going to sleep in the storage room.

Fang Chen rolled around in bed a couple of times. The more he thought, the angrier he got. Finally, he scrambled up and went outside again.

No, he had to go and see.

What if this slave was stealing things in the storage room?

Seth was currently spreading out the bedding in the storage room.

He could sleep anywhere, but he couldn’t make Fang Chen uncomfortable.

After spreading the quilt, he felt it. It was reasonably soft. He nodded in satisfaction. Now all he had to do was wait for the fish to take the bait.

A few minutes later, the door was pushed open, and the farm owner peeked inside.

Meeting the slave’s smiling eyes, the farm owner became angry from embarrassment. “I’m here to see if anything is missing from the storage room!”

The slave chuckled twice and held up what was in his hand.

The farm owner’s eyes widened, and he pushed the door open and walked in. “How dare you steal my milk.”

A glass bottle of milk, which this slave had secretly hidden at some point.

When the farm owner came to take it, the slave instead grabbed his arm, and with a slight pull, yanked him into his embrace.

The farm owner looked up at him, a little dazed.

Every time he saw him like this, Seth couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss him. “You’ve never tried it in a storage room, have you? Don’t worry, the bed is very soft. I won’t let you get hurt.”

“Wait…”

He didn’t come here for this!

The storage room door was locked, but the light was not turned off.

Because the slave wanted to see clearly how beautiful the farm owner was when milk was spilled on him.

He lowered his head, kissing the youth’s neck, all the way down. A milky fragrance gradually spread.

Fang Chen’s eyes were red, and he was muttering curses at this reckless slave, but soon, the slave leaned in and kissed his lips.

During the day, the farm owner rode high on the slave’s head, bossing him around.

At night, he also rode on him, whimpering.