Was He Really That Kind?

Meteor City, Feitan sat by the window with one leg drawn up, twirling a small knife in his right hand, his expression gloomy.

This time, he had failed to find out anything at all and had even exposed Xiao Ai's flaw. Yezi would probably make breaking the connection between him and Xiao Ai his first priority upon waking.

It was truly infuriating. He knew Yezi would do everything he could to destroy the mark, yet he had no way to stop him. The feeling was maddening.

Once he caught Yezi, he would find a room and lock him up. He wanted to see how Yezi could leave then.

He remembered seeing a pair of golden handcuffs and shackles in a pervert's basement last time. He had thought them useless at the time and tossed them aside.

But now that he thought about it, they would surely look beautiful locked around Yezi's fair wrists.

"Feitan, Feitan!" Xiao Ai burst in like a whirlwind, interrupting Feitan's various dangerous thoughts.

"What are you doing here?" Feitan narrowed his eyes and released killing intent as if it cost him nothing. He hated people entering his room, with Yezi as the sole exception. He'd better have a good reason.

"Did you notice anything strange when you left the dream?" Xiao Ai did not realize that Feitan was directing killing intent at her and simply asked what she wanted to know.

However, she rubbed her arms, feeling a little puzzled. I didn't turn on the air conditioner. Why does it feel a little cold?

"No. What's wrong?" Not understanding why she was asking, Feitan answered casually.

"I discovered that someone is erasing the mark I left on Yezi." Xiao Ai frowned, looking troubled. "If the mark is erased, I won't be able to locate Yezi anymore."