Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

Ji Fanfan never expected that Fu Zechuan would use such an extreme method to lock him up in this empty room and imprison him by his side!

He looked around in a panic, he wanted to at least find something to pry the handcuffs off, he couldn't just sit here and die.

The pens and notebooks in the room that Fu Yue had angrily swept down before were still scattered on the floor.

Ji Fanfan got off the bed, he wanted to reach for the pen, he thought maybe he could use the pen refill to catch the keyhole of the handcuffs.

But those things that seem to be not far away from him are extremely far away to him now, even if he tried his best, he still couldn't reach them, and the imprisoned right hand was pulled by the handcuffs under such a deep tear. red marks.

Ji Fanfan's eyes were red with anxiety.

He kept telling himself to calm down, he had to be calm, and only by calming down could he find a better way to save himself, but the uncontrollable trembling of his body showed that he couldn't calm down at all.

Ji Fanfan bit his left hand with red eyes, forcing himself to calm down.

He slowed down for a while, then got up and dragged the quilt off the bed and began to remove the quilt.

The quilt is relatively light, and he can shake it with one hand. He intends to use this method to help him get the pen he hopes for.

As he unwrapped it, tears fell uncontrollably, and a large area of ​​the white sheet was wet.

Fu Zechuan opened the door and came in when Ji Fanfan was halfway through removing the quilt. He saw Ji Fanfan's movements at a glance. Although he didn't know what Ji Fanfan wanted to do, it didn't prevent him from understanding Ji Fanfan's intention to escape.

Fu Zechuan's eyes became much colder, and he walked over.

Watching him approaching step by step, Ji Fanfan was actually very afraid of him, afraid of the person he once believed in and liked so much, he subconsciously backed away until his back was against the wall, and he was unable to retreat. Half of the sheets were held tightly by him.

Fu Zechuan squatted down in front of him, and Ji Fanfan's terrified eyes were at the same level. He seemed to have just returned from a banquet, and Ji Fanfan could clearly smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

Fu Zechuan's cold eyes fell on the sheet in his hand, "What are you doing?"

His tone can be said to be very gentle, but Ji Fanfan's hands trembled and his body couldn't help shrinking back.

Fu Zechuan looked at him for a while, and then slowly and forcefully pulled the quilt away from his hand. He reached out to touch Ji Fanfan's pale face, his fingertips moved along his outline little by little, and the pitch-black His pupils reflected the figure of the person in front of him, "Are you afraid of me?"

Ji Fanfan shrugged his shoulders in fear, turned his head to avoid his continued touch, his hoarse voice was mixed with crying, which could make people feel his heartbreak deeply, "Let me go..."

The warm touch of the fingertips suddenly moved away. Fu Zechuan stared blankly at his hand that was still in mid-air, and his gaze moved slowly until it fell on Ji Fanfan's white and fragile neck. Muscle contraction of the neck.

His hand unconsciously moved to Ji Fanfan's neck, such a thin neck, he could hold it with one hand.

Dangerous madness was hidden in Fu Zechuan's dark and deep eyes. Instead of holding onto the slender and soft neck, his fingertips gradually moved down, and finally stopped at Ji Fanfan's collarbone.

He seemed to be thinner, this was the only thing he realized in his remaining sanity, he was very distressed, very distressed.

He bowed his head in front of Ji Fanfan, his deep voice sounded painful and helpless, "Fanfan, can you stay by my side obediently? Then, I won't treat you like this, and we will be the same as before."

He raised his head, sad emotions were spreading, and his tone was humble, "Are you okay?"

Ji Fanfan hugged his body, stubbornly refused to look at him, stubbornly ignored the pain in his heart, still only had those three words, "Let me go..."

These three words are like severe winter snow, which lowered the temperature of the whole room by several degrees.

Fu Zechuan's mood also became extremely cold in an instant, and he said indifferently: "Impossible."

He sat next to Ji Fanfan, the embarrassment and humbleness on his face just now seemed to have disappeared completely, he leaned on Ji Fanfan's shoulder, turned his head to smell the light and pleasant smell of the other person, Hooked lips chuckled, "If you were obedient, I would set you free sooner."

As he spoke, he pulled Ji Fanfan's hand again, put it in his palm and played it repeatedly, "But, if you dare to lie to me like last time, I will be very angry, very angry."

He leaned close to Ji Fanfan's ear and whispered ambiguously, "At that time, it will be more than just handcuffing your hand."

The breath next to his ears was obviously so warm, but Ji Fanfan felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, his pupils trembled, and even breathing was difficult.

Fu Zechuan held him in his arms with attachment, stroked his trembling shoulders to comfort him, and said softly: "Fanfan, don't be afraid, I'm not afraid, you know."

Ji Fanfan's tears couldn't help falling down, he was too scared to cry out.

"Fanfan, can I pour water for you?" Fu Zechuan didn't expect Ji Fanfan to answer him, he stood up and poured a glass of warm water just enough to drink.

Then he returned to Ji Fanfan who was curled up, and gently touched his head, "Come on, don't cry, drink some water."

Ji Fanfan turned his head away, bit his lip and refused to look at him.

Fu Zechuan whispered helplessly, "Fanfan..."

He sighed softly, then poured water into his mouth, and then pinched Ji Fanfan's chin vigorously, forcing the water in his mouth to him.

Ji Fanfan struggled in panic with his unbound hands, but Fu Zechuan directly pressed him to the side of the bed, and the handcuff on his right hand screamed in pain under his struggle.

He cried and hid his whole body, but the person in front of him didn't give him a chance at all. He was confined between the arms of the other party, and the water overflowing from between his lips and teeth mixed with bitter tears dripped on the ground. On the ground, playing a sad song.

It wasn't until Ji Fanfan was choked and coughed heavily that Fu Zechuan let him go. He patted his thin and thin back lightly, and whispered patiently, "Be more obedient, you don't need to be like this."

Ji Fanfan cried and pushed him away violently, "Don't touch me..."

Fu Zechuan was caught off guard by being pushed down by him, and he fell to the side in a daze, silently clenching his hands on the ground tighter, his injured face distorted for a moment.

He stood up again, "I'll pour you another glass of water."

Standing with his back to Ji Fanfan, he silently lifted the kettle, and the water in the kettle spun out of balance under his movements.

Fu Zechuan's expression showed a little struggle. His hand holding the kettle was so forceful that his veins throbbed violently. In the end, he didn't pour out the water in it. He said calmly, "There's no water. I'll go out and pour water."

Ji Fanfan hugged his shoulders, bit his lip, and looked at his shadowed back with tears in his eyes. The sadness and pain in his heart made his soul torment unbearably.

Fu Zechuan came back soon, and he walked up to Ji Fanfan without any expression, looking down at his prisoner with complicated eyes and eyes.

After a while, he squatted down in front of Ji Fanfan again, passed the water in his hand, and said in a soft voice, "Should I feed you, or drink it yourself?"

Ji Fanfan looked at him with red eyes, and begged helplessly, "Please, let me go..."

The painful emotion in his eyes stung Fu Zechuan's eyes, Fu Zechuan moved his eyes away, his lips moved slightly, "Drink some water."

Ji Fanfan just looked at him, and finally lowered his head hopelessly, but still didn't pick up the glass of water.

"You drink it, I will consider it."

A faint voice suddenly rang in his ears, Ji Fanfan raised his head again to look at the person in front of him, and asked expectantly, "Really?"

Fu Zechuan fondled the broken hair on his forehead, but looked at it with sad eyes, "Yeah."

Hearing what he said, Ji Fanfan slowly stretched out his hand to hold the glass of water. His hand trembled a little, causing shallow ripples in the water in the glass.

He obediently drank the glass of water, and looked at Fu Zechuan with his wet eyes.

Fu Zechuan took the empty water glass from the cold hand, leaned over and kissed his forehead softly, "Go to sleep for a while."

He got up to leave, but Ji Fanfan quickly grabbed his clothes and asked in a hoarse voice, "You said you would think about it!"

Fu Zechuan's dark eyes reflected his tear-stained face, "Yes, but not now."

The ruthless words shattered Ji Fanfan's hope once again, his hand hangs down powerlessly, along with the scarred heart that hangs down.

Fu Zechuan looked into his gloomy eyes, "I'm not lying to you."

Ji Fanfan became even more silent when he heard the words. He sat against the wall silently like a puppet, unable to listen to anything he said.

Fu Zechuan didn't leave, but sat next to Ji Fanfan, watching him, and waiting for the effect of the medicine he drank to take effect.

Under the effect of sleeping pills, Ji Fanfan slowly fell asleep.

Seeing this, Fu Zechuan carefully carried him to bed.

He fetched water, gently wiped away the tears on Ji Fanfan's face, and smoothed Ji Fanfan's frowning eyebrows with his warm fingertips. He stared at his face, and suddenly lowered his eyes in contradiction, long Eyelashes concealed the madness of the dark eyes.

He refrains from hurting him as much as he can, but it hurts him all the same.

But he didn't want to, he just didn't want him to leave.

Fu Zechuan's empty gaze fell on Ji Fanfan's handcuffed right hand——

Due to Ji Fanfan's struggle, the metal surface of the handcuffs worn away his delicate epidermis, leaving glaring red marks on his skin.

Fu Zechuan unfastened the handcuffs in distress, and carefully applied the medicine to him. He was so serious, as if he was holding a rare treasure.

But after taking the medicine, he handcuffed the handcuffs back again.

If he is not locked, his Fanfan will leave him, Fu Zechuan thought sadly.

He was lying next to Ji Fanfan with his clothes on. He didn't want to wake up the exhausted Ji Fanfan, so he only dared to hold him loosely. Now he can only fall asleep if he is sure that he is by his side...?