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When Lieutenant General Sakura returned to his room, everything was still the same.Under the bright lights, Zhu Nanjiang knelt upright in the middle of the tatami, his face was still red, but his eyes were dim.

"Are you awake?" He closed the sliding door calmly.

Zhu Nanjiang lowered his head and did not respond, only the palms on both sides of his thighs trembled slightly.

Although he prepared himself mentally and planned to beg for forgiveness, his self-esteem prevented him from opening his mouth when things came to an end—he had been a human being for too long, and he couldn't let go of his figure.

Seeing his reaction, Sakura probably guessed what was going on.A supporter (Note 1) who has just made a name for himself in the new government, gets carried away when he is having a good life. When he is drunk and crazy, it is really fierce. Now I know it is scary!

Jingzi must be comforted, although it will take some effort, but the problem is not serious, but the police chief is not easy to kill, let alone...

Sakura slowly walked around behind him.

The scene just now was so evocative that it left a deep impression on his mind.In fact, he noticed the police chief when he was at the dinner table, because his overly pretty face stood out in a room full of middle-aged men.But beauty is beauty, he doesn't think this look is feminine—somehow undressed is so tasteful.

He thought of the male prostitute he slept with in Tokyo many years ago, but he couldn't remember how it was because he didn't really like men.But in my impression, even a very young boy's body is not so attractive.So, what is it about Mr. Zhu that makes him so amazing?

Sakura looked at the naked body in front of him from top to bottom, and suddenly wanted to ask him to lie on the ground like before, and then stick his butt up.

Zhu Nanjiang knelt motionless, neither daring to speak nor turning his head.There was no sound around him, he didn't know what the man was doing behind his back, he was afraid that the man would suddenly shoot him in the back of the head, or cut his throat with a knife.

After waiting for a long time, he couldn't bear the suffocating silence, or to divert the other party's attention, he squeezed out a voice through his teeth in a hoarse voice: "I was wrong, I should die..."

"Zhu Jun, relax." Sakura grabbed his shoulder from behind, and was quite surprised to find that the body under her hands continued to tremble.

——What happened, is he so afraid of me?Or did he think I was going to kill him?

"I know, you did this when you were drunk."

Zhu Nanjiang was stunned when he heard this, and it took two or three seconds before he realized that he still had a chance to survive.However, Sakura didn't wait for his reaction, tightened her fingers and continued: "But even drunk, there are some beasts."

"Lieutenant General, I..."

Zhu Nanjiang raised his head slightly, but still didn't dare to turn around.He knew that now was not the time to defend, one more sentence would be better than one less sentence, only by calming down the other party could he walk out of this room safely.

This trembling and pitiful appearance greatly pleased Sakura Akio, and he decided to change his strategy immediately, to be a lenient and overall-minded boss, so as not to scare the other party out of trouble now.

Letting go, he went to the window and looked out twice, then turned back and picked up the phone on the low table.Zhu Nanjiang heard him say something in Japanese into the receiver, thinking that he had found a way to concoct himself, and the heart that had just let go hung up again.

Sakura put down the receiver and lit a cigarette, enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of him while smoking.

Zhu Nanjiang had been kneeling upright for half an hour now, and his waist and knees couldn't support anymore, so he secretly adjusted his kneeling position while he was on the phone, lowering his thighs to his heels.Seeing it, Sakura felt that this posture was a bit like the maid hired by his family, because men generally don't sit like this.

"I heard from Iwaizumi that you just celebrated your 30th birthday last month?"

"...32."

"32 years old?"

"Yes."

"can not tell."

"Uh……"

Because Zhu Nanjiang couldn't see the other party, he was very disturbed, and always felt that there was a gun or knife pointing at him behind his back.Fortunately, after asking a few words, Sakura finally walked around to him, with only a cigarette in his hand, and no murder weapon as imagined.

"Do you have a family?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"……In no mood."

"Like excitement?"

"..."

Zhu Nanjiang didn't know what to say, so he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and stared at the flowers on the carpet.In fact, at this moment, his messy thinking is not enough to support him to speak a complete sentence, not to mention that these questions sound so abrupt and mean, as if there is a big trap hidden, once the answer is wrong, he will fall into the trap of the other party and die Give it away.

Sakura didn't get angry when he didn't get an answer, looked at him carefully for a while, then suddenly grabbed his chin and lifted it up: "Do you have a fever?"

The window had just been opened, but it was not closed, and the cool wind was blowing in.Zhu Nanjiang was trembling, his skin was cold to the touch, but for some reason, the corners of his eyes and cheeks were very red, and even the roots of his ears were red when he looked closely.

He had long forgotten about the aphrodisiac, and he didn't feel any discomfort in his body when he was frightened. He was more afraid of mental torture than physical pain.Sakura forced him to look up at him, his thick body blocked the chandelier like a wall, almost covering his whole body in shadow.

"No, I don't have a fever..." Zhu Nanjiang struggled to make a sound, and then felt his other hand slowly touch his chest from the back of his neck, and his calloused thumb twirled under his Adam's apple.

"Your face is very red."

"Yes……"

Just when he thought the other party was going to strangle him to death, footsteps suddenly came from outside the house. Someone said something through the sliding door, and after receiving a similarly positive answer, he opened the door and walked in.

Sakura obviously felt Zhu Nanjiang tremble violently, knowing that he was afraid of being seen in his miserable state, but he didn't intend to show him face.

"Come here, put it here."

He twitched his chin and signaled Xiao Bing to take the things in his hand and put them down. Zhu Nanjiang secretly glanced at them from the corner of his eye and found that they were his two clothes that had been thrown out of the window.

After Xiaobing left, Sakura finally let go, Zhu Nanjiang put down his chin that was pinched so painfully, wondering if this meant he could put on his clothes and leave.After waiting for a while and seeing that the other party did not speak, he tentatively reached out and grabbed a shirt sleeve.

Sakura stepped back while smoking, as if acquiescing to his actions.Seeing this, Zhu Nanjiang was overjoyed, and hurriedly stretched his stiff knees to straighten up, shook off the balled shirt and put it on his body.

At this moment, he was suddenly shoved on his shoulder, and he fell to the ground unsteadily. The next second, there was a heart-piercing pain in his right buttock——Sakura slammed the half-extinguished cigarette butt Press on the inside of his ass!

Zhu Nanjiang's body tensed up as if he was dying, and it was not until two or three seconds later that he suddenly screamed out.However, his calf was suppressed, and his lower back was tightly held down, unable to move. He was like a fish nailed to a chopping board, no matter how hard he tried, it would be futile.

Sakura leisurely pressed the cigarette butt and deformed it little by little, and did not let go until the flame was completely extinguished.There was a pungent smell in the air, the large wound on the nail cover was bleeding, and blisters bulged on the tender red flesh.

Zhu Nanjiang had stopped howling, and collapsed on the ground like a dead body, only his thighs and fingers were still twitching.Sakura bent down to look at his expression, seeing that the other's eyes were slackened and the corners of his eyes were wet, and she was actually so painful that she burst into tears.

"Get up and get dressed." Throwing away the cigarette in his hand, he rolled his eyes and changed into a gentle tone, "Leave you a lesson, I won't mention this matter in the future."

[Note 1: This is Akio Sakura's psychological description, starting from Sakura's perspective.The discriminatory words are only used to match the context, and have nothing to do with the author's own attitude, and the same applies to the rest of the article. 】

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