Pathologically imprisoned by an AI of his own creation

At dusk, the two got into the back seat of a private car heading to the airport, with Luo Gong driving in front.

In the rearview mirror, I saw Shen An's coat covering almost from head to toe, the scarf covering his entire neck, and his wilted expression.

Luo Gong couldn't hold it back anymore and turned around curiously and asked:

"Ms. Shen, are you feeling unwell? She doesn't look well."

The young man's concerned expression was so sincere that Shen An was embarrassed to ignore it.

He opened his mouth, his hoarse and sore throat, but in the end he just smiled and squeezed out a dull "hmm".

Next to her, Liu Fengyue's chuckle was clearly audible compared to her difficult expression.

Reaching out to pull Shen An into his arms, he smiled and explained for her:

"Maybe it's because he's not used to the local environment. An'an has never been very comfortable in East~"

There was no restraint in his intimate tone. As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at her in his arms. Here, he seemed to never intend to avoid their relationship.

Luo Gong didn't think it was strange and ate the dog food with a smile.

Because everyone in the manor knew that Liu Fengyue was adopted by the old lady and was not related by blood.

Shen An looked away directly, the muscles in her cheeks trembling, and those two rows of teeth were almost broken by her bite, so she resisted the urge to punch him.

Swelling like a puffer fish.

Smiling helplessly, Liu Fengyue reached out to cover her eyes and whispered in her ear:

"Get some sleep. It's been a long day and the journey is still long."

Holding the sleeping Shen An in his arms, Luo Gong reluctantly waved to the two of them behind him.

He also wants to go back with him, but unfortunately, there are too many things here, so he can only deal with them first.

In the first class cabin, Shen An, who was extremely tired, was still asleep in a daze. On the Italian double sofa, Liu Fengyue moved her position slightly so that she looked normal but leaned on his shoulder intimately.

After the shutter clicked, he nodded politely to the person outside the door.

After the reporter tiptoed away with a smile on his face, he couldn't wait to pick up Shen An and put him on the bed, and he followed suit.

In the darkness, Shen An's hazy eyes opened a crack.

In front of her eyes, Liu Fengyue's body pressed up, and when he kissed her neck, his palms restlessly slipped into her clothes.

She didn't stop him, her body naturally accepted him, and her eyes turned to the window. They were still on the plane, but the bed underneath them was similar to that of a hotel.

It was indeed a six-figure first-class ticket, and one trip was probably worth half a year's salary to her.

Thinking of this, Shen An's body suddenly trembled.

It seems that a few hours ago, she said she would pay for it herself. It was so funny that she couldn't afford it.

Liu Fengyue, who noticed the abnormality, paused and moved his lips upward to find hers:

"What's wrong? Did it hurt you?"

In line with his actions, the extremely shameful voice conversation made Shen An blush, shook his head and did not dare to look at him.

With her lips pressed against her ears, Liu Fengyue continued her movements, her warm breath gushing out and murmuring:

"I've taken a shower, just lie down and I'll take care of it..."

Drowsily, Shen An fell asleep again.

After so many days, she has become accustomed to it.

In order to ensure rest, the body has already developed the ability to fall asleep even under his intrusion.

The body has long accepted his existence calmly, but only the sober mind dare not admit it.

When I woke up again, it was still night outside the window.

Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, Shen An raised his hands to hold his waist, which was numb and weak, and his legs were shaking.

Looking down, he saw that he had been put on a clean bathrobe, and the sound of water could be heard from inside the lighted door.

They should have returned home.

Shaking her still-unconscious head, she tiptoed out of bed, looking for her mobile phone everywhere, but she couldn't find it after looking around the bed.

Then, Shen An's eyes turned to the sofa.

Through the moonlight, she could barely make out that it was Liu Fengyue's clothes. She put them on the back of the chair and walked over lightly.

In the dark, it was hard to see where the pockets were.

Shen An didn't know the structure of men's clothes, so he had to feel around randomly and almost explored everything before he felt something of about the same size.

Overjoyed, she went to grab it, but there was a layer of fabric between her fingertips, and she couldn't find the pocket.

Behind him, the sound of water in the bathroom was still ringing.

Turning his head and taking a look, Shen An took the coat in his hand with confidence and touched the clothes carefully with his palms.

When she finally found it, she even wanted to stick her head in. Behind her, the moisture-laden warmth suddenly pressed against her back.

"What are you looking for?"

The familiar voice frightened Shen An, and the coat in his hand fell on the sofa again.

Subconsciously, she panicked and wanted to turn around and explain.

However, Liu Fengyue was already close to her, pressing her against the back of the sofa, not giving her a chance to turn around at all.

She couldn't see his expression, but she could feel the chill from his body.

The still damp arms crossed hers, grabbed the messy clothes, arranged them and put them aside again. After reaching in with her palms, she pinched the phone with her knuckles and took it out.

"Are you interested in my phone?"

By the light of the bathroom, Shen An could see clearly that it was his mobile phone, not hers.

She shook her head quickly. She suddenly didn't know how to explain it. After swallowing, her throat felt sore.

Then, a broad palm fell on Shen An's shoulder, pressing it gently.

"Ok?"

She trembled again, but tried hard to sound calm:

"No, no..."

"No? What are you rummaging for?"

On the back of her neck, Liu Fengyue's voice was lazy, and she casually interrupted her meaningless defense:

"Do you want to pick some clothes to put on and run away, or do you want to use your phone to call for help? Huh?"

"No, I didn't, not even."

She hurriedly defended, but her heartbeat was particularly restless in her chest, close to his heart.

Knowing that she had guessed it right and that Shen An was lying to him now, Liu Fengyue suddenly raised the corners of her lips.

"Oh~ None, that means you love me so much that you feel uncomfortable without seeing me the moment you wake up. You need to use my clothes to comfort yourself."

Following her words, Liu Fengyue deliberately made her feel disgusted.

Sure enough, Shen An's body tightened in his arms, and he gritted his teeth and gasped in dissatisfaction, but did not dare to refute a word.

Behind him, he was laughing in a low voice, and his voice was hoarse by her ear:

"An'an, I don't close the door when I take a shower. Next time you miss me, just open the door and go in. You don't have to wrong yourself so much."

As he spoke, he lowered his palms and slowly lifted up the hem of her bathrobe.

Her strong wrist was grasped by her slender fingers. She realized what he was going to do and tried to turn around to look at him. Shen An shook his head and begged for mercy:

"Don't, don't do this, I can't stand it anymore, really."

His already weak waist was pressed down by his broad palm, and he was pressed firmly on the back of the sofa. Behind him, Liu Fengyue smiled, but his voice was filled with chill:

"Why can't I bear it? Can't I still get out of bed?"

……

Outside the window, the night is just right.