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For a moment the air was anxious and restless.

Yan Xing had enough time to look up and down Yue Xuesen, his smile suddenly subsided, and he was about to approach Yue Xuesen to say something, but Yue Xuesen subconsciously pushed him away and stared at him warily.

"You don't come here."

"And...do you have a change of clothes?"

Yan Xing: "On the bed."

Yue Xuesen picked up the clothes and frowned: "It's not new..." And the size was too big, it didn't fit.

Yan Xing blinked: "Yes, these are my clothes, I like you wearing my clothes."

Then he added: "You don't have to wear it, there is no other clothes for you, naked."

Yue Xuesen's pupils shrank suddenly, filled with a blade-like indifference, when he raised his head, it was fleeting and well covered.

Yan Xing: "Why, don't you want to wear it?"

Yue Xuesen sneered: "Oh." Turning around, she took the clothes and went into the bathroom to change. It was impossible for him to change in front of Yan Xing, especially knowing that he had unruly intentions towards her, how could he be calm and composed.

Yue Xuesen changed clothes very quickly, within a few minutes before and after, when he came out, the originally empty log table was served with an exquisite Western breakfast, steaming hot, with various styles and rich styles, so many that Yue Xuesen couldn't help but out their names.

The paella is full of aroma, has a springy texture, fresh ingredients, and looks like a lot of money.

Roasted into a rose-colored lamb chop, burnt with a layer of golden special sauce, cooked to perfection, juicy and sweet, sandwiches dipped in peanut butter, evenly cut two slices of toast, burnt and smeared with an appropriate amount of mayonnaise, Green lettuce, tomato slices, and crispy bacon are added in the middle. The favorite combination is of course salmon omelet with buttered spinach whole wheat toast. It is delicious, luxurious and luxurious.

Two rows of well-trained servants laid out the table, silently exited the room, and locked the doorknob.

Yan Xing gracefully holds a knife and fork in his hand, and slightly nods to Yue Xuesen

:"eat more."

Yue Xuesen paused when he came over, and said indifferently: "What do you mean?"

Yan Xing measured Yue Xuesen's arm from a distance, and said in a positive tone: "You're thin, they didn't feed you properly."

Yue Xuesen: "No appetite, it's none of their business."

After finishing speaking, Yue Xuesen raised his eyes to look at Yan Xing, his eyelids twitched, he was startled.

Yan Xing stared straight at Yue Xuesen, his dark eyes filled with extremely gloomy and violent emotions, just like the black clouds when the mountain rain is about to come, the low pressure in the brain makes people frightened and breathless, Chest stuffy.

The two fell silent again.

Silent about the dead...

Yue Xuesen's fingers turned white, but his expression remained unchanged.

Yan Xing suddenly smiled: "I think...after you read that thing, you won't have the fearless attitude you have now."

Suddenly, Yue Xuesen remembered the whispers he had heard in the warehouse.

"Who is the young master imprisoning inside? He has done this more than once..."

"Hush—shut up, don't meddle in the young master's affairs, don't want your tongue anymore!?"

……

Yan Xing has violent tendencies and an extremely perverted obsession with torturing people.

"You..." Yue Xuesen's words came to his lips, and they stopped abruptly, abruptly, intermittently, and the next moment, Yue Xuesen's eyes widened, and his face turned pale.

Because Yan Xing was playing a video through the projector. In the video, he was secretly handing a note to the little girl. The picture was so clear that it was unbelievable...

Yue Xuesen's voice trembled: "You installed a camera in the warehouse?!"

The corner of Yan Xing's mouth turned up, but he didn't answer his question directly: "Do you want to know what will happen to this idiot later?"

Yue Xuesen: "Don't hurt innocent people, it's all my fault."

Yan Xing put down the knife and fork, walked slowly in front of Yue Xuesen, gently stroked Yue Xuesen's face, and said softly, "But I don't want to hurt you..."

"I have no choice but to let them be my outlet..."

Yue Xuesen: "Let them go."

Yan Xing said coldly: "The reason."

Yue Xuesen pondered for a while, then stared at Yan Xing with determination: "I can promise you any conditions, I hope you can let them go."

Yan Xing's eyes deepened, burning with an unknown fire of desire, his frowning brows finally relaxed a little, "You said this, I didn't force you."

Yue Xuesen nodded: "Yes, I did it voluntarily, no one forced me." Shit, I was imprisoned here without asking my will, how can I pretend to be a good person?

As if to convince himself, Yan Xing murmured to himself with a crazy expression, repeating this sentence: "You said this, you said this, I didn't force you...you asked for it."

Yue Xuesen walked around behind the log table quietly, holding a sharp knife in his hand at some point, his eyes drooped smoothly, and he lowered his head slightly, revealing a small section of the back of the snow-white neck, with beautiful lines and bewitching people , the side face is immersed in the golden light of the sun, handsome without a trace of blemish.

Yan Xing let out a voice that had been suppressed for a long time, looking at Yue Xuesen like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, his eyes were red: "Come here."

Yue Xuesen frowned, and walked over, silently clasping his hands behind his back: "What... do you want to do?"

Yan Xing's voice was a little unsteady, as if there was an uncontrollable inner shock, as if he had been waiting for a long time: "Of course it's... fuck you."

Yue Xuesen's back was covered with cold sweat, and when he was in a panic and wanted to escape, it was too late, a hand stretched out, wrapped around Yue Xuesen's waist like pliers, and tightly imprisoned his stretched body: "Your waist is so soft! , slender enough, with long legs, what a goblin..."

Yue Xuesen's legs went limp, and she almost fell into Yan Xing's arms: "Don't poke my waist." It's annoying to touch my feet.

Yan Xing smiled lowly: "Are you so sensitive? It was the same last time. I'll just touch you lightly. You won't be able to tremble. If you make it to the end, you won't cry..."

Yue Xuesen was surprised: "Last time?! The stalker in that alley was you!?"

Yan Xingda admitted: "It's me, why, did it scare you back then?"

Yue Xuesen gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged: "So it's you!"

Yan Xing hugged Yue Xuesen further, hugged him on his lap, rolled his eyes, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "What are you holding in your hand?"

Yue Xuesen's cheek was close to Yan Xing's, and his ambiguous breath sprayed into Yan Xing's ear, Yan Xing's breathing stagnated, and he stared at Yue Xuesen, full of desire, Yue Xuesen bowed his head, and his soft hair rubbed against him The tip of the nose, fingers on his shoulder, the other hand raised high at an angle that Yan Xing could not see, and the thin lips slightly parted.

"What I hold in my hand is..."

As soon as the words fell, accompanied by a fist swing, the knife and fork was about to be inserted, but Yan Xing avoided it!

Yue Xuesen had expected this earlier, and immediately dropped the knife and fork, picked up the vase on the log table and smashed it at Yan Xing's head.

Yan Xing didn't react to this, the fragments of the vase shattered to the ground, Yan Xing was knocked unconscious and fell to the floor.