Hiding Masochistic Tensions?

"Pretend I didn't say anything." Feng Yi raised his wrist to look at his watch, his tone turning cold and arrogant as if he was ordering a servant. "You still have two hours to prepare dinner. Dinner will start at six."

Yu Fei let out a long sigh of relief. She felt much more at ease. She felt like she was a little cheap. Feng Yi had returned to his old self, ordering her around like a servant, and she felt much more at ease. She felt a little helpless. Could it be that she had some masochistic tendencies hidden in her bones? She liked to be ordered around?

Otherwise, why would she let her imagination run wild and panic when Feng Yi treated her better?

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