Wen Jiu hurriedly got up, but was grabbed by the ankle chain and fell into Gu Xun's arms. He struggled desperately, like a drowning person, and his breathing became rapid.
"Stop talking, I didn't, I didn't!" Wen Jiu pleaded desperately, "I want you dead!"
Gu Xun was slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered, grabbed Wen Jiu's chin with one hand, and met Wen Jiu's red and wet eyes.
When she spoke, even her eyes were red without her realizing it. "You can feel sorry for Feng Chi, you can feel sorry for Lin Shuheng, why can't you feel sorry for me?"
You are so radiant and dazzling, your light can warm millions of people, why can't you share a little of your light with me?
"Is it because I hurt you, because I ruined you?"
"But I gave you a chance to kill me!" Gu Xun's expression was crazed. "You're the one who didn't kill me!"
"I don't know! I don't know!"
Wen Jiu's cheeks were being pinched hard by the man's hands, and she was held in his arms, unable to move, but her voice grew louder and louder, filled with a strong sob.
It was obvious that he was resisting from head to toe.
Gu Xun gave a bitter smile.
This was the closest he had ever been to the boy. Wen Jiu's body was as soft and delicate as he had imagined, with a faint, cool rose fragrance. But when his body tensed, the force was so great that Gu Xun almost lost control.
Their skin was pressed together, and he could kiss the lips he longed for with just a slight lowering of his head.
But when I saw tears streaming down her delicate, flushed face, my lifeless heart was gently stirred.
My chest hurts a little.
As soon as he loosened his grip, the person in his arms went limp.
Wen Jiu was terrified, trembling with fear, yet still cursing, "Madman!"
"Yes, I'm crazy." Gu Xun looked down at him and admitted, "I'm beyond saving."
Otherwise, how could I have fallen for you?
How could they possibly sink deeper and deeper?
"I don't want you, I want to Feng Chi, you're a madman..."
Wen Jiu struggled to his feet, leaning against the door as he walked out. He didn't look at Lin Shuheng inside, nor did he care about Gu Xun behind him; all he wanted was to leave.
What should he do?
Will the Feng Chi cause anger?
Wen Jiu's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts. She walked to a secluded spot and finally couldn't help but bend down.
Thankfully, he didn't follow.
Fortunately, he didn't completely lose control.
Wen Jiu tried to remove the chains from her feet, but to no avail, so she had to carry them herself and walk to the front yard.
Several tall, white men immediately approached with guns, silently staring at him without saying a word.
Wen Jiu swallowed, her calves trembling. "..."
"I... I just came out for a walk..."
Nobody paid him any attention.
Wen Jiu a little embarrassed and slowly turned around and walked back.
"Hey, my cute little kitty."
The familiar voice startled both Wen Jiu and Shen Qianshan, who were checking emails.
"Feng..." Wen Jiu subconsciously wanted to call his name, but then, afraid of revealing something, she covered her mouth with her hand.
"It's nothing serious." Feng Yuan waved them away. "We know pretty much everything we should and shouldn't know. Your presence won't make a difference."
Feng Yuan approached and saw his red, teary eyes and tear-streaked face. His handsome brows furrowed, and his tone was fierce. "Did he bully you?"
Wen Jiu quickly shook her head. Seeing that the other person's gaze lingered on her hand for a moment, she awkwardly put her hand behind her back.
Head down, looking pitiful.
Feng Yuan rubbed his head, squatted down, and used his military knife to pry open the lock on his ankle.
He said to Wen Jiu, "Sweetie, throw it away."
Wen Jiu's eyes blazed with anger, and she threw the chain with the force of a bomb.
Then she lowered her head and looked at him with teary eyes.
It's especially like a bullied kid who's been mistreated at school, finally seeing their parent arrive to pick them up, rushing over with red eyes and a pitiful expression, complaining:
"I don't like it here, and I don't like him."
"But Gu Xun insists that I like him."
Wen Jiu sniffed, trying her best not to cry, but the grievances in her heart were bubbling up like boiling water.
It's completely out of control.
"That's insane!"
"I'm sorry." Feng Yuan hugged him and led him to the rose garden in the back, where they sat on the swing set. "I'm sorry you were frightened."
"Will this place make you feel better?"
The afternoon sun was just right. From their perspective, a vast expanse of green grass stretched out against the blue sky and white clouds, with roses of all colors blooming beautifully. Wen Jiu rubbed her eyes, and as the gentle breeze caressed her, her emotions gradually calmed down.
"Mmm, that feels good."
It wasn't just the scenery, but also Feng Yuan's gentle voice. Wen Jiu listened quietly as he chatted with her casually, introducing the background and interesting stories of the manor. She stretched and her eyelids gradually drooped.
"You're sleepy," Feng Yuan asked patiently. "Do you need to go back to your room and rest? I'll keep you company."
Wen Jiu nodded.
Feng Yuan took him directly to the third floor and put him to sleep in his own room.
The interior is beautiful, but the layout is simple, with only a classic European-style bed and an intricately patterned wardrobe. It's empty, and the cool lighting adds a touch of tranquility.
Feng Yuan pulled the blanket over him, and as she got up, her clothes were gently tugged at.
Wen Jiu asked softly, "You're leaving, aren't you?"
Feng Yuan's gaze softened. "Yes."
"Don't worry, this is my room, he won't come in." Feng Yuan reached out and patted his fluffy head, soothingly saying, "Take a nap, and you can go home when you wake up."
Wen Jiu's eyes were a little moist. "Is Feng Chi here to pick me up?"
"Yes."
Is there anything I can help you with?
"It's already good enough that you're here. Don't worry, leave the rest to us."
Wen Jiu nodded.
Feng Yuan was silent for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry, I've made you suffer."
Wen Jiu shook her head, her eyes gradually reddening. "You'll be alright, won't you?"
Feng Yuan's fingertips felt slightly hot, his heart tingling from those words. He gave Wen Jiu a bright smile and replied, "Of course."
Wen Jiu quietly closed her eyes, indicating that she would be good.
Once everyone's breathing had evened out, Feng Yuan silently left the room, turned around, and met Gu Xun's eyes.
His eyes immediately turned dangerous. "He's asleep, don't disturb him."
Gu Xun's expression was indifferent. "Is everything ready?"
"Um."
Gu Xun gave him a meaningful look and smiled, "I wish you all the best and a speedy return to your freedom."
Freedom... Feng Yuan repeated softly, a faint smile curving his lips.
As she brushed past him, her eyes were instantly filled with a chilling murderous intent.
You curse me to be deprived of my freedom, then I curse you—
No, you must die a good death.