Follow the shadow

The darkness was disturbed by the flickering candlelight, Su Yun opened his eyes slightly, and the slight movements of his hands and feet caused the chains to ding-dong.

He has been locked in this airtight room for a long time, Qi Yue is the only one who goes in and out of here every day.He didn't know what it was like outside now, every time only Xu Yang came to get blood Qi Yue would carry him out for a while.

The long-term captivity had turned his skin morbidly white, his protruding cheekbones made him look a little scary, and his poor sleep made his eyes always red.This looks like an evil ghost that just crawled up from hell, probably only Qi Yue can see it.

Qi Yue was holding a small soldering iron in her hand and was looking at him with her head tilted. There was no trace of age on the face of the man who had reached his forties.

"Zicheng, what do you think I left this here?" His eyes moved down to Su Yun's lower body.Because the robes were neat, no one could guess what he was going through.

Su Yun lowered his eyes and said nothing, his tangled hair covered his face, and the pain in that moment was nowhere to be found.

Qi Yue didn't care about his indifference, she skillfully cut open his clothes with a dagger in her hand, and grabbed his lower body.

"Woo..." Su Yun frowned slightly, and pulled the chain with his arms to make a sound.

Qi Yue leaned in front of him, breathing on his neck, he whispered, "It's about to start..."

The soldering iron in his hand fell slowly, and Qi Yue squeezed his chin with one hand to let him look at his lower body, watching the soldering iron approaching a little bit, and suddenly stuck on the fs that was still stuffed with jade...

"Ah!" Su Yun let out a short scream and forcibly suppressed the cry of pain, her red eyes were filled with tears, and even her breath trembled.

"Zicheng, does it hurt?"

"No...it doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt at all..." Su Yun's eyes turned black, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Qi Yue, why don't you dare to burn it on my face? You are afraid, you are afraid Yang sees, you are afraid of him... afraid..." Su Yun's voice softened, and his head drooped weakly.

Obviously in extreme pain but still holding on to anger, Qi Yue casually threw away the murder weapon in his hand, lowered her head and kissed the corner of his mouth, "Honey, I will come to see you again."