Dig Up Your Bones and Make Soup Out of Them

His wrists were fastened to a steel frame, thick hemp rope tied around his hands.

Though they were carefully wrapped in fine silk, the bound areas were still rubbed red.

Only when Lu Zhi approached did he hear Shen Ranxin's faint, uneasy breathing.

Shen Ranxin lifted his head. When he saw Lu Zhi, his unfocused eyes finally moved, and he rasped, "You're back?"

Lu Zhi walked over and reached for the ropes around Shen Ranxin's hands.

Shen Ranxin shrank back and shook his head. "It's not daylight yet. Leave them on, in case I lose control."

Lu Zhi ignored him. "I'm here. You won't lose control."

Shen Ranxin thought about it.

Lu Zhi seemed to be right. Whenever he lost control, Lu Zhi really could calm him down.

And even if he couldn't, this tall guy could probably pin him down.

Shen Ranxin stopped resisting and let Lu Zhi untie the hemp rope.

There were no cameras in the tent. Although Lu Zhi had spent the past few days at the production crew's camp and could observe the guests' daily lives through the cameras, he couldn't see anything once they entered their tents at night.

So this was how his young master had spent every night these past few days.

As Shen Ranxin sat off to the side, the people standing outside came in as well.

Fang Yu said, "The camp really hasn't been normal these past two days. Every time Teacher Shen got scared, his SAN Value dropped like crazy. Jiang Ye and I could barely hold him down."

Lu Zhi said coldly, "So you tied him up?"

Shen Ranxin stood and said, "I asked for it myself. It's not their fault. If they didn't restrain me, I'd be more likely to get hurt while they tried to stop