Why? I'm a passerby, why are you locking me up as a second male?

However, Yan Wenhan was stimulated by Gu Luocheng's words. He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes gradually turned red, and his sinister expression showed a chill. He said word by word: "Brother, do you know what you are talking about?"

Gu Luocheng was so aggrieved that he felt like he was about to tear himself apart.

"I know, how could I not know."

Yan Wenhan's low and hoarse voice was filled with morbid madness: "A Luo, you can only be touched by me. I am the only one who can do it."

After saying that, he kissed Gu Luocheng's lips crazily, not allowing him to refuse, and ravaged his mouth until Gu Luocheng went limp.

The scarlet color in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Arlo, if this happens, you won't be able to think about anything else."

Gu Luocheng had no idea that the more he resisted, the more it would stimulate Yan Wenhan's sexual fetish, and he always wanted to touch him.

He could only choose to ignore Yan Wenhan and not look at him.

As the infusion ended, Yan Wenhan walked into the room carrying a glass of water and a bowl of shrimp porridge.

Yan Wenhan sat next to him holding the shrimp porridge in his hand, and Gu Luocheng chose to turn his back.

Yan Wenhan pulled Gu Luocheng up with both hands, unlocked his handcuffs, and pulled him into his arms. In an instant, Gu Luocheng's body sat on Yan Wenhan's body along with the sound of chains. on the legs.

He scooped a spoonful of shrimp porridge and put it close to Gu Luocheng's lips.

Gu Luocheng tilted his head and refused, refusing to eat.

"No, just go away."

Yan Wenhan chuckled softly from his nose: "It seems that A Luo is neither hungry nor tired. Let's do something tiring and energy-consuming. Will A Luo want to eat?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Luocheng immediately snatched the shrimp porridge from Yan Wenhan's hand.

Looking at the porridge full of shrimps, Gu Luocheng took a spoonful and brought it to his lips. He couldn't help but vomit and put it on the cabinet next to him.

Yan Wenhan picked it up, sniffed it closely and said, "There is no strange smell. Could it be that A Luo is pregnant."

Gu Luocheng was vomited by the smell of shrimps.

"I'm a man, pregnant with something."

Yan Wenhan said very seriously: "It seems that I didn't work hard enough, and A Luo is not satisfied with my skills."

He hadn't gotten used to the unusual discomfort in his body when he heard Yan Wenhan's words again.

Gu Luocheng quickly stopped his imagination.

"No, your technique is very good. I just don't like the smell of seafood. It makes me sick if I smell it."

Yan Wenhan had a smile on his face and said: "It turns out that A Luo is satisfied with my skills, so let's do it twice a day, once in the morning and evening. Just in time to use up all our strength, I will make up for A Luo with a good meal."

His hands gradually found their way to Gu Luocheng's waist, felt through his clothes, and carried him onto the bed, locking Gu Luocheng's ankles with long chains.

He couldn't help but kneel down on one knee devoutly at Gu Luocheng's feet and kiss the back of his hand.

"Don't touch me," Gu Luocheng weakly refused.

"I'm still in pain there, don't touch me."

Yan Wenhan lay beside him, his slender and bony fingers intertwined with Gu Luocheng's fair and slender fingers.

"No, I'm sorry, A Luo. I just couldn't put it down when I started eating meat. I've done it more often. I've already given A Luo some medicine. Have a good rest. I'll bring you food later. I won't touch you today. "

Gu Luocheng thought to himself, "If you don't move me, you might as well just let me go."

Yan Wenhan stayed with Gu Luocheng for a short time. When he saw his closed eyes, he slowly stood up and left the bedroom.

We came to a room full of surveillance cameras.

He leaned back on the bench, crossed his hands and rested his chin, looking at the sleeping scene on the surveillance camera with a smile.

In the room, feeling that Yan Wenhan had left him, Gu Luocheng slowly opened his eyes, sat up carefully, and looked around.

It was discovered that Yan Wenhan was really not here.

Seeing the handcuffs that Yan Wenhan forgot to lock before leaving, Gu Luocheng showed a lucky smile.

Gu Luocheng sat on the bed and looked at the two chains on his ankles that were connected to the wall. He looked at the chains built directly into the wall, which were obviously the cages that had been prepared for him.

He seemed to have made up his mind and sighed.

He endured the pain and broke his ankle. Immediately, he was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. As one leg was freed from the chain, he repeated his trick and stretched out the other foot from the chain.

The moment he twisted his ankle, he lay on the bed in pain and breathed suddenly.

Gu Luocheng lamented that if he had not studied medicine before, he really would not have made up his mind to do so.

When he was working as a doctor, he found that he could not be a doctor, so he switched to a field that he was not good at, resulting in a poor life.

Gu Luocheng took a deep breath, resisted the discomfort in his legs, and walked out of the room slowly and carefully.

Sitting next to Yan Wenhan in the surveillance camera, a man wearing a chef's uniform but very proficient in computers looked at the situation in the surveillance camera. He turned to look at Yan Wenhan and asked, "Master, do you want to bring this person back?"

Yan Wenhan had a faint smile on his face, and said with a dangerous glint in his eyes: "No need."

Outside the bedroom, Gu Luocheng, who finally came out, walked cautiously along the corner, step by step.

He looked at the endless rooms, and each one was very similar. For a moment, Gu Luocheng couldn't distinguish things. He could only walk in confusion, hoping that he could leave this canary's cage.

Half an hour later, Gu Luocheng's limping feet gradually slowed down his speed.

Over there in the control room.

The attentive Wang Ziwu saw the limping Gu Luocheng, and tentatively raised his head and asked Yan Wenhan: "Master, are you going to take him back now? His legs should be more serious."

He felt that Gu Luocheng was really capable of striking. The moment he struck, he felt as if his leg had been broken off by Gu Luocheng, and he felt pain.

Yan Wenhan's deep eyes swallowed up Gu Luocheng like black holes. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he said: "No, don't you think it would be better if he can't walk?"

Wang Ziwu: "Damn, I actually forgot how cruel the young master is, self-harm is out of the question, not to mention the one who gets hurt is not himself."

Wang Ziwu felt that if it were him, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

In a large villa.

Gu Luocheng tried hard for a long time but couldn't reach the hall and couldn't find the door.

When he finally reached the hall, Yan Wenhan was sitting half-back on the sofa in the hall, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and the goblet was shaking lightly in his hand without any surprise.

"Arlo, where do you want to go? Are you hungry? I'll ask the chef to make something for you."

Wang Ziwu in the kitchen next to him lowered his head and whispered in secret: "Master, do you want to see what you are asking? Aren't you watching people running around? Also, my major is computers, not cooking."

Gu Luocheng had no idea that such a big villa existed in reality. Although his legs hurt, he still walked for a long time before he happened to reach the lobby.