He picked up the sign hanging on the bedroom door and examined it carefully.
Cracks had already appeared on it, but he could still tell that its owner had taken good care of it.
Chu Xinghui pushed the door open and entered. Inside were a bed and a wardrobe.
Some clothes lay scattered over the bed.
Scattered as they were, there was order to the chaos, forming a small, circular nest around the bed.
And the clothes on it...
Chu Xinghui picked up one of the garments and held it against himself.
This looks like mine, doesn't it?
He picked up another.
This is my high school uniform...
This one's from middle school...
No wonder my clothes kept going missing back then. I thought there was a thief, but Pei Hanmo had taken them?
Chu Xinghui knew what this "formation" on the bed meant.
Building a nest with a lover's clothes indicated an extreme lack of security and a need for the lover's pheromones to soothe them.
Pei Hanmo felt insecure?
Chu Xinghui opened the wardrobe, wanting to see whether the clothes inside were his too.
Pei Hanmo didn't look like someone who felt insecure, did he?
Inside the wardrobe were not clothes, but several pairs of shackles and handcuffs, along with collars.
Chu Xinghui: ...
What... did this mean?
Chu Xinghui picked up a collar. It even had a name on it-the three glaring characters spelling Chu Xinghui practically blinded him.
Had Pei Hanmo originally planned to lock him up??
No way, right?
He had watched Pei Hanmo grow up. How could he have turned out so twisted?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
Clinging to a sliver of hope, he took a photo and sent it to Pei Hanmo.
[Chu Xinghui: [Image], ?]
[Chu Xinghui: What does this mean?]
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