Prison Building I

Jiang Lou came out of the bathroom and carefully wiped his dripping hands with a paper towel.

His hands were raw and beautiful, with slightly curled fingertips and a light pink color; the nails were evenly textured and neatly trimmed.

He went straight to his seat and took out his mobile phone from his black leather bag.

57 missed calls, [-] unread text message.

Jiang Lou pulled the corners of his mouth into a weak smile, and turned on his phone to check.

All 56 calls came from the driver Lao Liu.

The remaining one was from that person, exhaled for 10 seconds, not connected.

Continue to scroll down and click to open the unread text message, Jiang Lou's eyes darken, just three short words, plus a period.

you wanna die.

Sender: Ling Luo

Putting the phone back in the bag, Jiang Lou closed his eyes.

But after coming out for half a day, this man is really impatient.

Slightly rolled up the sleeves, the deep strangle marks on the wrists were shocking.

Jiang Lou smiled wryly, what is he willing to let go of himself, originally agreed to be imprisoned for one year, but now that the time has come, do you still want to continue to treat him as a prisoner?

The dark bedroom, the endless rape and violence, for a whole year, there were days when he wasn't even allowed to wear pants, anytime, anywhere, he just fell down and got on.

Like a prisoner, I was tightly bound by iron chains, handcuffs, anklets, and even a shameful collar around my neck.

Jiang Lou put down his sleeves and turned up his collar. It was already dog ​​days. Through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows of the airport, he could see the pedestrians coming and going below. His snow-white body was exposed to the sunlight, healthy and clean.

For some reason, Jiang Lou suddenly felt a little nauseous.

He hates bare, exposed skin.

Bright and moist, as if soaked in the damp atmosphere of the basement, it will shatter with the touch of a finger.

"Hi!"

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, and a gossiping voice rang in his ears:

"Isn't it hot to wear so much?"

Jiang Lou's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head reflexively, clutching his clothes with both hands.

It seemed that in the next second, that person would stand in front of him and say with a sneer: Jiang, now, take off.

The cold tone was like a ghost seeking life, haunting Jianglou for a whole year, more like wanting to be with him for the rest of his life, and never being able to get rid of it.

Jiang Lou didn't answer, and when he met the young and energetic face of the man, he suddenly wanted to reach out and touch it, he wanted to touch the self he had seen in the past.

The finger moved slightly, but in the end it still didn't stick out.

What's the use of being unwilling, hating, and desperate?

Sheng Yin stared at Jiang Lou's turned face, feeling a little dazed.

How can there be such a white person.

The skin was almost transparent, and the sunlight poured over from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, and fell on him whole, giving people an illusion for no reason.

It seemed that the sunlight was about to melt him into water and scatter in the air, leaving nothing in the end.

However, on that pale and clear face, the lips were bright red, maybe it was because the sun was too dazzling, Sheng Yin felt that his thin and beautiful lips looked slightly swollen.

"Passengers of A1107, please pay attention, passengers of A1107, please pay attention, the plane will take off in 10 minutes, please go to the boarding gate immediately, please go to the boarding gate immediately."

Jiang Lou glanced at Sheng Yin, and there was no emotion in his dark pupils. He put on a black mask and walked quickly to the boarding gate.

Sheng Yin lined up behind Jianglou, never leaving his eyes.

Before boarding the plane, Jiang Lou made a phone call, took out the SIM card and threw it into the trash can, and took a deep breath.

It should be safe.

Sheng Yin, who was following behind, stopped in his tracks. He quickly threw the phone into the trash can, and then bent down to look through it pretending to be surprised.

found it.

Standing in the sun holding a small mobile phone card, Sheng Yin felt a lot of joy in his heart.

Strange attraction, Sheng Yin thought, it was obviously a face of indifference, yet there was an aura of pride everywhere.

He should be a very bright boy, but why does he look so sad?

Sheng Yin blinked and walked back, took out a tissue, wiped the phone card and put it in his phone, and clicked on the address book.

This machine: Jianglou

Contact: Ling Luo

Contact: Lao Liu, the driver

Ling Luo?

Sheng Yin's expression darkened, what's the relationship between Jianglou and him?