Pretty idiot became a heartthrob after his death

"...not found, the person has gone."

"Understood, monitoring...no."

"We are looking for someone in the western suburbs... No word has spread yet..."

Faint human voices came from the ears, because Rong was trapped in the darkness, he was groggy, his thoughts were chaotic and at a loss.

The thick curtains cut off the sunlight, and the room was pitch black and extremely quiet. When Rong Yin woke up, he could only hear his own slight breathing.His slender wrist flicked, making the sound of metal clashing.He felt the cold touch of the handcuffs and forced himself to calm down.Something was stuffed in his mouth and tied behind his head, Rong Yin moved his sore lips and tongue with difficulty, trying to push the thing out a little, but failed.

There was no light in the room, it was pure darkness—perhaps a little leaked in through the cracks in the windows or doors.But because the night vision ability is so weak that it is almost non-existent, she has to put a small night light on the bedside when she sleeps at night, how can she stand such pure darkness.He raised his head and stared desperately, but it was still in vain, and he couldn't even see the ceiling clearly.

The handcuffs hung his hands at the head of the bed, and his two legs were locked at the end of the bed, so that he could not even do the simplest close together.Such an environment inevitably reminded him of some bad memories from a long time ago, and Rong Yin could hardly restrain himself from trembling.

A pair of warm hands touched his cheek, and Rong Yin subconsciously avoided it.

"What are you hiding?" A chuckle sounded, it was Qin Zhou.

Rong Yin struggled harder.

With the help of handcuffs, Qin Zhou easily suppressed him, then leaned down and put it next to Rong Yin's ear, breathing slowly, "Your Highness, don't you like it?"

His cold fingers slid all the way across Rong Yin's lips and neck, and were hidden in the soft fabric.Rong Yin trembled and struggled, the front of his clothes was torn open, and the lonely white collarbone was propped up, as if filled with a crescent of moonlight.

Qin Zhou's long and narrow eyes were full of obsession that could not be concealed, and his eyes fell on Rong Yin's biting lips.Probably because I haven't drank water for too long, my originally moist lips are dry, as if waiting for someone to wet them.The bright red lips were pursed tightly, turning pale.The shell-like teeth trembled weakly, not knowing whether it was from fear or nervousness.

He slowly took off the thing tied to the back of Rong Yin's head, and the sticky and wet kiss fell on Rong Yin's lips with a cold breath, his tongue pried open the teeth and slid into the mouth, licking the teeth and upper jaw , Rongyin hid back because of being stimulated, and shed a tear uncontrollably.Qin Zhou enjoyed Rong Yin's weak and rapid panting as if tasting a sweet and delicious fruit.

He admired Rong Yin's red and swollen lips and eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, I finally saw you, but it took me a lot of effort."

"Didn't you agree to go together? Why didn't you come?" He still had such a soft tone, but he was full of anger that couldn't be concealed. "That Xie Huaizheng is so important to you? ..."

Rong Yin still couldn't see anything, he could only feel Qin Zhou sitting beside him, his blunt and straightforward gaze seemed to have substance, twisting around him like a snake spitting out a letter.

"Qin, Qin Zhou, let me go first..." Rong Yin moved his body with difficulty, Qin Zhou like this made him feel instinctively nervous, "Qin Zhou, let me go first. I didn't mean not to go ..."

"Well, tell me, Your Highness, why didn't you come?" Qin Zhou sat on the edge of the bed in a leisurely manner, looking down at Rong Yin tenderly.

Rong Yin choked for a moment, then said in a low voice: "I, I really just forgot... Who told you that you didn't remind me the night before, I didn't mean to..."

"Oh, I see." Qin Zhou smiled, "It means that you don't need to be reminded about Xie Huaizheng, because you always remember and never forget, right?"

When he was speaking, his fingers touched Rong Yin's cheek again, and slowly stroked, first touched the tip of his upturned nose, then slowly slid down, and stopped at the corner of his lips.Qin Zhou stared at that little lip, his eyes were dark, and he rubbed it vigorously.

Because the original deep and gorgeous lip color became more and more obvious, he tilted his head to hide for a while, and said angrily: "Qin Zhou, what are you going to do? Now let me go and I can't care about you!"

The room suddenly became quiet, and the slight noises that were originally there also disappeared.Rong Yin was blindfolded and his limbs were bound, so he could only rely on his ears to judge whether someone was there.

The environment that suddenly became completely quiet made him a little flustered. He held back, couldn't hold back, and said with his teeth shaking slightly: "Qin Zhou! Qin Zhou... are you still here? Hey, talk... "

There was still silence.

The warm liquid soaked the black towel, and the endless darkness and the soundless room made him feel terrified, Rong Yin choked up softly, the sobbing sound was very small, he controlled himself not to make too much noise.The posture where his body was forced to stretch made him very insecure. Rong Yin wanted to find a small corner to curl up, but the clanging handcuffs and ankle chains prevented him from moving a bit.

Qin Zhou stood by the bed, watching Rong Yin sob weakly with cold eyes, he was so pitiful like a kitten, his lower lip was moistened by him, it was wet like a homeless little animal soaked by rain.

He turned his head away, and said in a cold voice: "...It seems that Your Highness hasn't figured out the situation yet. Now I have the final say on what Your Highness wants to do and where he wants to go. It's still the same attitude..." He leaned over and used his index finger and thumb He squeezed Rong Yin's soft chin tightly, leaving red fingerprints, "I don't think His Highness will go back. How about locking here with me for the rest of your life?"

Rong Yin trembled, gritted his teeth reluctantly, and then said, "Qin Zhou, you, don't mess around..." At the end, his tone softened uncontrollably, with a hint of stickiness, probably He was too nervous, and he didn't have much momentum when threatening others, "You'd better let me out quickly, or, otherwise, when my brother finds this place, you will be finished!"

"You tied me up from the amusement park like this. Many people must have seen it. Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Qin Zhou was surprised and said, "What did your highness say? Why do you think so?" He laughed, his voice was soft and soft, like a lover's whisper, "Since I dare to bring your highness here, I must do it well. fully prepared."

"Why don't you guess, Your Highness, what is your Brother Huaizheng doing now?"

"...you let me go."

The darkness opened its bloody mouth, swallowing him slowly but firmly. Rong Yin's chest heaved violently. It took a while before Qin Zhou touched a wet spot on his smooth cheek. It quickly slid down the end of Rong Yin's eyes.He froze for a moment, and a little water stain fell on his wrist.Qin Zhou suddenly seemed to have knocked over a bowl of boiling hot soup, and a trace of astonishment appeared on his usually calm and smiling face.

Rong Yin seldom shed tears, or in other words, seldom cried so hard, as if he was about to hold his breath.

Qin Zhou usually only sees him sporadic tears in one place - most of the time Rong Yin doesn't know it.More often, he would see the vigilance and disgust in Rong Yin's eyes.

He is very afraid of pain, but he must be strong.The first time Qin Zhou saw him was not on the steps in front of the hall as Rong Yin thought.The day Qin Zhou saw him was much earlier than Rong Yin thought.

In the early spring, there was still the coolness of warm and cold. Qin Zhou came to the palace for the first time and couldn't find the way. The attendant who led the way didn't know that it was because he was too lazy to take up the job and took him casually because of the simplicity of his clothes. After a few turns, the task of "getting familiar with the palace" was completed.

Qin Zhou had no choice but to try to find the way out of the palace by himself.

That's how he met Rong Yin.

His Royal Highness, a prince of the empire, looks like a small kid, wearing a white riding suit, with black hair tied behind his ears, and a black hat on his head. His round and big eyes are staring straight ahead, and his hands are tight. Holding the rein tightly, biting his lower lip, he looked extremely nervous, and Qin Zhou could tell that he was shaking all the time from a long distance away.

That's it, he still insisted on riding on the horse and didn't get off. He ran around the racecourse again and again, and fell off the horse's back countless times.Every time he hugged his leg and shed tears from the pain, and then covered his eyes with both hands and shed tears silently for a while, and looked vigilantly to see if there was anyone else around.

He practiced alone in the racecourse all afternoon, while Qin Zhou stood under the shade of a tree not far away, watching him all afternoon.

Rong Yin hated him, of course Qin Zhou knew it.

"It's so dark..." Rong Yin was trembling, and the sobbing sound became more and more obvious, which could be clearly heard in this silent room.

In fact, it is no longer black.The bright moonlight streamed in through the opened curtains, like a soft silver veil floating all over the floor, Qin Zhou saw Rong Yin's tightly closed eyes and slender and restless fingers.The light-colored halo on his cheeks drooped dimly, and his eyelashes were sticky in clusters because of tears, like a kitten at a loss.

The scene in front of him overlapped with his dream on a certain night in the harsh winter of that year. The man half-kneeled between the black and gray beds, his back like a haze and white mist was covered with bright red traces like flowers and branches. The beautiful fingers held him tightly, and the wet and beautiful face was blushing, beautiful and fragile, like a rose flower broken by the wind and rain.

Qin Zhou pressed Rong Yin's shoulder suddenly, and whispered in a bewildered way: "You are mine, Yinyin, you are mine..."

He kissed deeply.

When Rong Yin woke up, he was alone in the bedroom.

Qin Zhou was not there.

He moved his body and found that he was still locked at the head of the bed, not surprisingly.

The gloomy sunlight outside the window came in through the narrow gap, and a few messy branches were set up on the small terrace. The leaves were half yellow, and a few fell on the marble railing. Disappeared.The horizon was glowing with a dull crab-shell blue, and it was impossible to see it no matter how far away it was.

The dark red carpet made a rustling sound, and the footsteps of the people coming were soft and slow.Rong Yin closed his eyes, and placed his thin arms casually by his side. There was a dark crimson hickey left on the protruding wrist bone, like the flowers on the forehead of a dancer, and the rouge on her red lips.

Qin Zhou was holding a porcelain white bowl, inside was steaming white porridge, the rice grains were boiled thick and sticky, exuding a tempting fragrance.The porcelain bowl made a clanging sound when it was placed on the small cabinet, and the bed sank slightly, Qin Zhou smiled lowly, and put his cold hand on Rong Yin's cheek, Rong Yin shivered from the cold, and turned his head away.

"Your Highness is awake, let's have some porridge."

Rong Yin still had his eyes closed, and there was no blood on his pale face, like a jade sculpture that had lost its vitality.

Qin Zhou's fingers slowly slid to his thin porcelain-like neck, and suddenly choked hard, Rong Yin instinctively struggled, Qin Zhou bent down and bit his open lip due to lack of oxygen, and forced his tongue in , kissed him deeply.

Rong Yin's face was flushed, his thin shoulders trembled, and he was out of breath. The moment Qin Zhou let go of him, he immediately coughed heart-piercingly, with rational tears at the end of his eyes, dripping on the pillow .

Qin Zhou patted his back softly to comfort him, and his lips that were rosy from the kiss evoked a joyful smile: "Your Highness is still like a child, you have to be chased after you eat."

Rong Yin felt that his mouth was going to be swollen from being kissed, and he was so angry that he was half dead. No matter how hard he had just decided to endure the humiliation, at least let Qin Zhou relax his vigilance before saying: "Qin Zhou! Why are you always kissing me! Just kiss me and bite me Me! Are you a dog?!"

After he finished speaking, he felt guilty for a moment, thinking that Qin Zhou must have exploded in anger, but then he thought, Qin Zhou was not the one who bit people casually first, and he was right, the one who bit people was definitely a dog...

A low laugh was close to his ears, and Qin Zhou's voice was hoarse: "Yes, I am a dog." He leaned over and bit Rong Yin's white side neck fiercely, and said slowly, "It's your dog. "

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, Rong Yin..." Qin Zhou loosened his teeth, held down Rong Yin with one hand to prevent him from moving, began to bite the wound bit by bit, and said softly, "You don't want to do it My chain, let me lock you instead."

Rong Yin sobbed loudly: "Qin Zhou...it hurts...let go of me, ah!"

On the soft and moist skin, the tooth marks left were extremely deep, and the bright red tooth marks were still getting deeper, like overripe cherries, with a little more force, they would shatter in the palm of the hand.

"What is Jiang Yuheng, why can he stand by your side..." Qin Zhou kissed Rong Yin hard, as if he wanted to press him into his own flesh and blood, "Rong Yin, there is no such thing as you."

He said, "I should be the first one even if they are drafted. Where did Jiang Yuheng come from? He is also worthy?"

"You're crazy, Qin Zhou!" Rong Yin kept struggling and became out of breath, looking straight into Qin Zhou's scarlet eyes, and sneered, "I tell you, I just like Jiang Yuheng, and I just want to be with him, I You want it! Can you control it?"

Qin Zhou's figure froze, he still kept his head down, and Rong Yin felt that his breathing stopped for a moment.

"You like him...you say you like him."

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Zhou suddenly laughed, and his stern expression became infinitely gentle: "Your Highness, a dog without a scholar will go crazy." He stroked the red mark left behind gently. , squeezed his cheeks and forced him to raise his head, which seemed to be a more humble begging gesture even though he was in a high position.

"It's okay, Your Highness." Qin Zhou kissed the tooth marks affectionately, and slowly rubbed the little red mole on Rong Yin's earlobe in his mouth, "If you don't give it to me, I'll take it myself."

"Scholar..." He looked at Rong Yin obsessively, murmured in a low voice, and laughed slowly again, "My gentleman, my little rose."

The author has something to say: If you are crazy, drag it out.

Hmm... the plot of the little black house is coming to an end

感谢在2021-10-2022:38:45~2021-10-2122:15:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 99999 bottles of 2 sauce;

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