A little while later.
Xiao Cheng spoke through his sobs. "Yanyan, I don't know how..."
His eyelashes fluttered, his big eyes gazing at Jiang Chiyan in damp confusion. A few teardrops clung to the roots of his lashes, on the verge of falling. "Sob... I don't know how..."
In his blood-drinking state, Xiao Cheng was like a three- or four-year-old child. All he knew was to kiss Jiang Chiyan all over, with no idea how to do anything more substantial.
The little baby that was Xiao Cheng cried so pitifully it hurt to watch.
Jiang Chiyan wanted to wipe his tears, but the moment he moved, his wrists, cuffed to the railing, made a clinking, clanking sound. He coaxed him patiently, "Be good. Let me go."
Xiao Cheng shook his head desperately. Like a big golden retriever, he dropped his head against Jiang Chiyan's chest again and muttered, "Yanyan's wrists are pretty. If I lock them up, they'll belong to me alone."
Jiang Chiyan was so sleepy his eyes had gone red, and at last his patience ran out.
He flipped over neatly, pinned Xiao Cheng down, and sealed the little crybaby's lips with unerring precision.
"If you keep misbehaving, I'll keep kissing you," Jiang Chiyan threatened, narrowing his eyes.
But having his mouth sealed seemed to open the door to a whole new world for Xiao Cheng.
He cried even harder, the bases of his ears flushing red. "Yanyan, it feels so good."
Jiang Chiyan's gaze darkened.
He pressed Xiao Cheng down.
The handcuffs and metal chain rang crisply in the darkness.
Early the next morning.
Jiang Chiyan walked out with a hand supporting his lower back.
The chief director had broken his leg in a fall the night before. The moment he came out on