King like prison

No matter how much your mother struggles or begs in her life, she can't escape from "him". She only hopes that one day you will be free, so your name is Yangli.

In the distant memory, I vaguely remember a beautiful woman who always appeared with a desperate expression and bruises all over her body, gently stroking her head, and chanting some words that were too esoteric for her young self at that time.

That kind of hysterical and crazy appearance always made me curl up in her arms tremblingly, and it lasted until that dark night.

I beg you, you must escape from here and live well...

After the woman dropped this sentence with tears streaming down her face, she left in a hurry and never appeared again.

It was only heard a long time later that she tried to escape again that night and succeeded.But he was quickly caught and tortured to death. As for the torture, he didn't ask further.

But also from the next day, he was forced to embark on a life of humiliation, in order to survive, at all costs.

Poppy's appearance is a miracle.

He never bullied himself like others did, he just quietly watched from a distance, doing nothing.

Neither help nor harm.

When I was outnumbered and beaten to death again, I really didn't want to live anymore.Let’s just think about it, what’s so rare about such a carefree life?

Live! ! !

The figure of that glamorous woman began to hover in her mind again, repeating the last sentence before she left, but gradually it was frozen into Ying Luo's face.

When she woke up again, what appeared in front of her eyes was Yingluo who had rescued her.

The memory went back here, and Yangli suddenly found that his face was wet, so he couldn't help but sneered.

Poppy.

Poppy…

These two words are faith, the driving force, and the meaning of living.

It is the meaning of being here and still staying here even though we have reached this point so far!

However, my figure cannot be reflected in the depths of his pupils, and there is always no place for me in his heart.

You know, whether it's saving him on a whim, or cooperating with him to maintain the status quo, it's all because of the boy in his heart.

Now, his boy, the bastard Mu Ming has taken him away from me mercilessly.Luo is also in a good mood recently, because he was finally "free", but he pushed me into a deeper hell to struggle.

…………

There was some thin sweat on Yangli's forehead, and the color on his face was gone. He hugged his knees and tried to calm himself down.

After his mind went blank, the silhouette of Shiro who was always expressionless but with fiery eyes appeared.He got up slowly, put on his clothes and went out.

When I came to the damp and dark dungeon, I looked at the ashen Bai leaning in the corner through the fence.

He originally gave people a thin and thin feeling, but now he is much thinner. The sound of the key knocking on the heavy cell door made a creaking sound.

A few untouched steamed buns at the feet, the pungent smell all around, and the down-and-out human figure in front of them made people feel unreasonably bored.

Under the light of flickering candles, Bai stared at Yang Li with a pair of bright eyes.

Yang Li leaned over and pulled him into his arms, the unbelievably light weight made him frown.

A few rays of sunlight shone in through the window screens, and Bai woke up in the warm air. The girl who took care of him noticed it and rushed out.

Bai got up and checked the injury. The wound had been treated and the stains on his body had been washed away.Accompanied by the unbearable pain and the unique smell of Yangli wafting around, he adjusted his posture a little and then lay down again. The soft quilt was very comfortable on his naked skin.

After a while, the girl came back with Yangli and Langzhong behind her.

Yangli's expression was a bit strange, the low pressure that he had never had before was entangled with him, but it was not anger, it was similar to frustration or a heavy and inexplicable emotion.He didn't say anything, just stood aside and watched the doctor heal Bai.

At night, when Bai was sleeping in a daze, Yang Li came suddenly, took off his clothes and got into the quilt without saying a word.

Bai cooperated very well, and even though the injury was torn apart due to too much movement, he did not make any resistance.

Yang Li bit his lip, bleeding, and then licked the blood dry.There is no patient foreplay, no aphrodisiac words, only red eyes and muttering to himself, demanding again and again until Bai fell into a coma.

I can't get Poppy, but you belong to me forever.