After breaking through the secret of the disabled academic master

Bo Xun approached.

The height of the wheelchair is not high, he can only kneel on the ground to look at Yu Jin at the same level.

Yu Jin didn't say anything unnecessary, stretched out his clothes, shook them, and began to dress for him.

The shirt used for the photoshoot was made of extremely stiff fabric and had a tight neckline.

As soon as I put it on, I feel tingling.

"Is it tight?" Yu Jin saw through his reaction and straightened his collar again.

The slender fingertips were warm, and when they touched the skin of the neck, Bo Xun shrank subconsciously.

"Fortunately."

Shirts are short.

Those clear-boned hands skillfully folded the long T-shirt he was wearing inside, and fixed it with small clips.

Feeling the gaze from behind lingering on his waist, Bo Xun was a little uncomfortable.

He just wanted to ask Yu Jin what happened.

Suddenly, the person behind him moved closer, and the pair of narrow-rimmed glasses almost touched the skin on his waist.

"Is this the tattoo on your waist that you said before?" Yu Jin looked closely at the small tattoo on his skin, "Is it a lotus flower?"

"Yes, yes." He was a little embarrassed and wanted to pull down his clothes to cover it up.

But the clothes were too short to cover them at all, and instead messed up the originally fixed T-shirt.

"You don't need to cover it up, it's very beautiful," Yu Jin said warmly when he saw that he was covering up, "It's really beautiful, why do you have to wash it off?"

"Because the college entrance examination requires a physical examination. Start washing now, and there will be no traces in the third year of high school."

"That's it." Yu Jin's voice was slow, a little regretful, and he began to rearrange the T-shirt that Bo Xun had messed up just now.

Not at all mad at him for moving around.

When arranging clothes, it is inevitable to touch the skin.

Bo Xun didn't know what to do.

Just being touched by the person in front of him, his thoughts will be interrupted by a tingling sensation in the scalp.

"Kneel and sit down, don't move around." Wen Run's voice suddenly became lukewarm, like the aura of a superior, inexplicably making people unable to resist.

Bo Xun knelt and sat down obediently, letting the hands on his shoulders help him organize his clothes and tie.

After the upper body was put on, he felt a hand tap on his shoulder, and he got up from the ground with a single bone.

Seeing that the other party was about to reach out to help him change into a short skirt, Bo Xun hurriedly said, "Left, I will do the rest myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the eyes behind the narrow-rimmed glasses narrowed suddenly, becoming sharp as if they could pierce people.

The vigor and liveliness unique to adolescence just now are gone.

In its place is the elusive Prey.

Under strong pressure, Bo Xun pursed his lips, but finally shut up.

After a short pause, Yu Jin still didn't speak, and continued to move.

The sports shorts were on the ground, and Bo Xun was just about to step out of the trousers.

From the side, the cold eyes pressed even tighter.

He heard Yu Jin's breathing suddenly became heavier, but his eyes were still fixed on him.

In the huge room, the atmosphere was inexplicably cramped and anxious.

Because of the reflection of the glasses, he couldn't see Yu Jin's eyes clearly.

I had no choice but to turn my head, trying to avoid the fiery gaze.

Skirts don't fit as well as tops.

The hips are just right, but the waist is a little bigger.

"Please bring the needle and thread for me. It's in that cabinet." Yu Jin's voice was still serious, and he pointed to the cabinet not far away. "The clips can't be fixed, it's better to sew it on."

Bo Xun let out an "oh".

He was restrained by the skirt, and he was somewhat unable to move his legs, and the way he walked was rare and delicate.

Open the cabinet.

What caught the eye were the semi-finished products of many large puppets.

These big puppets are about one meter high.

They are all plain bodies, and the facial features have not been carved yet.

But each body is carved very carefully, and it looks like there are men and women.

Bo Xun didn't look at these strange puppets again, and found the needle and thread from the bottom layer.

"Give."

After handing over the sewing box, he watched Yu Jin slowly thread the needle, cut off the end of the thread fluently, and tied a knot at the end of the thread.

When suturing, Bo Xun felt the cold silver needles sticking to the skin several times.

He dared not move.

"Don't be afraid," Yu Jin caught his nervousness and smiled softly, "My technique is very good, as long as you don't move around, I won't stab you."

Probably because of the glasses, the corners of the raised lips gave out a bit of elegance, which neutralized the evil in the eyes.

"All right."

Bo Xun breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the other party let go.

He caught his breath as he glanced into the mirror.

——The delicate women's suit and plaid skirt are too short on him, and the fabric is stretched so tightly that it seems that it may burst at any time.

The sneakers and half-tube sports white socks are incompatible with the style of the upper body.

The muscle lines of the calf are clearly outlined.

Looking at the strange self in the mirror, Bo Xun was stunned.

Even though he knew that there were only him and Yu Jin in the room, he still looked around vigilantly.

Yu Jin didn't look at Bo Xun's current appearance. He lowered his head and thought about the tutorial illustrations on the screen, and picked up the red hemp rope scattered on the ground, "I don't quite understand this. After tying four small knots, how can it be in the human body?" fixed on the body."

Bo Xun walked behind Yu Jin and bent slightly.

The diagram on the screen doesn't look too difficult, after 2 minutes of looking at it.

"I understand."

"Look, you have already tied four small knots. Then put them around my neck like this, and then come under the skirt and go around the back."

Yu Jin looked at Bo Xun puzzled.

"I'll show you." Seeing that the verbal description didn't work, Bo Xun snatched the knot, put it around his neck, and wore it around the bottom of the skirt to his back, "Like this, did I explain it clearly?"

Yu Jin paused for a few seconds, then opened his mouth slightly with a sudden realization, "Oh! Got it!"

Immediately, he took the rope from Bo Xun, "Brother Xiao Xun is really powerful and smart."

Hearing the "brother Xiao Xun" and the compliment, Bo Xun's earlobe felt hot instantly.

He stretched out his hand hastily and fiddled with the hair by his ear.

However, for the first time, his learning ability is faster than this elementary school god.

Still a little happy.

When kneeling on the ground with his back to Yu Jin, he couldn't see Yu Jin's face.

I can only feel that the rope on the back is getting tighter and tighter each time.

The method is brutal.

There seemed to be a low laugh of interest.

Bo Xun could only grit his teeth for the pain caused by excessive restraint.

He couldn't tell whether the other party was doing it on purpose, or whether his senses were too sharp.

If Yu Jin only had normal strength.

Speaking out is tantamount to exposing his most intimate secrets to others.

When the rough hemp rope wrapped around his wrist, Bo Xun subconsciously bowed.

"pain?"

Suddenly, the voice behind him asked coldly without any warmth.

Bo Xun hurriedly shook his head in denial.

Can't let others see it.

Yu Jin seemed to be aware of what he was going to ask, and explained first, "If it is too loose, it will not help me draw the folds of the clothes. Knots can also assist in painting. If it hurts you, remember to tell me."

After finishing speaking, Yu Jin muttered again, "But I obviously played very lightly..."

How dare Bo Xun admit it.

He could only lower his head, stare at the floor, and grit his teeth.

On the display stand, the final gesture was to kneel on the ground, with hands raised behind the back, and hang from the top of the golden birdcage with shackles.

This posture is like a winged angel falling into the mortal world, simulating broken wings with bound upside down hands, gradually becoming dim in the cage.

Rough, stiff clothing, and tight knots are not the worst.

The hands were twisted behind the back and then hung up high, resulting in no blood circulation. After a while, the limbs began to feel cold and numb, and gradually there were signs of loss of consciousness.

The only place that can move freely is the eye.

Degrees and seconds are like years.

Bo Xun raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Jin not far away.

The other party concentrated on holding the paintbrush, writing accurately and quickly, and looked up at him from time to time.

Occasionally, the two of them met their eyes, and Yu Jin didn't seem to intend to have any communication with him, only concentrating on painting.

He now understands why Yu Jin's last model ran away.

I understand better why when Yu Jin gave him money, he said that he deserved it, so that he would not have to feel guilty and take it well.

"This one is almost finished."

I don't know how long it took before Yu Jin, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

The voice was much softer, with a hint of comfort.

Bo Xun gritted his teeth and snorted, "Yes."

The setting sun was fleeting at dusk, and when a crescent moon hung in the sky, the boy in his peripheral vision stopped writing.

The hanging hands were untied, and in the next second, Bo Xun was lying on the ground powerlessly as if he had collapsed.

He didn't care about the state of his hands still twisted behind his back.

The blood flowed back slowly, and there was a feeling of resurrection from the dead.

Sensing water coming from his dry lips, he subconsciously opened his mouth and let the other party feed him.

The cool water dispelled some of the discomfort.

He lay prone on the ground, limp, breathing heavily.

"Sorry, the drawing is slow, and it made you suffer."

The movement of feeding water was gentle, completely different from the one who wanted to strangle him to death just now.

"I'm really sorry, but there's another one...how about I give you some extra commission?"

Bo Xun shook his head, "No need. Just let me rest for a while."

After finishing speaking, he saw the guilt on Yu Jin's face, and comforted him in a hoarse voice, "It's not a big problem, it's just that the hands and feet were a little numb just now, and it will be fine after a while. Speaking of the next picture, it doesn't have to be like that just now, right?"

"No. You can sit on your knees in the next picture, and the knots will also be unraveled. But I told you before that artificial plasma and cold water will be used..." Yu Jin hesitated for a while when he said this.

"It's okay." After finishing speaking, Bo Xun took a moment to get up from the ground.

On the wrist, the purple-red strangle marks were a little blue, and there was still a little bit of blood.

pain.

But the feeling of the pain...after the initial sharp pain, it's actually not that bad.Not torture, at least for him.

It's a feeling of relaxation.

When he was kneeling on the ground, he watched Yu Jin take a brush dipped in blood plasma and concentrate on painting on his clothes and skin.

The moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows made the dark red plasma very lifelike.

It is exactly the same as the bleeding wound, in the quiet moonlight, combined with the cage and shackles on the curtain, it has a fragmented beauty.

After painting the bloodstains, Yu Jin took the small fire bucket filled with water.

"Are you ready?"

"Ah."

Bo Xun nodded.

In the next second, icy cold water poured over his head.

"Cough, cough, cough—" Before he could cover his breath, cold water penetrated into his nasal cavity, causing a severe cough.

"Bo Xun?" Yu Jin put down the bucket in a panic, stretched out his hand to carry him carefully, and said anxiously, "I'm sorry, I thought you were ready, I'm really sorry..."

"Ahem——" The feeling of choking on water was too uncomfortable.

Bo Xun coughed and shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

His facial features were wrinkled together, and when he coughed, his strong shoulders kept trembling, and physiological tears gushed out uncontrollably.

The drooping corners of the eyes were a little redder.

While coughing, he seemed to feel that there was something more in the eyes of the young man who was obedient to him.

It's like a premonition of a wild animal showing its fangs and preparing to hunt.

The dangerous atmosphere gradually became thicker in the air.