The licking dog is rebellious and firmly grasps the script of Bai Yueguang

By the time Xie Yi got out of the car, his legs were already a little weak.

But what he got was a reminder that the blackening value was reduced by 10%, and Xie Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ayi, you sit down and wait for a while, I will bring out the steak."

Fu Tinglan pressed the young man on the chair with a gentle smile, "I put it in the microwave before leaving. It's just right to eat now."

"Is your cooking skill... feasible?"

After a while, Xie Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at the man, and said deliberately: "Don't burn the steak again, right?"

"No, I've been learning steak for a month."

Fu Tinglan leaned forward and kissed the corner of Xie Yi's lips. When they parted, his eyes seemed to be drawn together, and he said affectionately, "Sit down and wait."

Xie Yi said no more, nodded and waited obediently.

During this period, he searched the Goldfinger Mall thoroughly, but there was no pill to cure the disease.

He has asked many psychiatrists, and the treatments for bipolar disorder vary.

There are thousands of people with different faces, but they all have one thing in common, which is that they must not irritate the patient, but must give the patient enough understanding and trust to release the beast locked deep in his heart as much as possible.

Anyway, you can't suppress your emotions, and you can encourage the "pua" patient when appropriate.

"Ayi, what are you thinking about?"

"Huh? It's nothing. Is this the steak you made?"

Xie Yi heard the voice, turned around and said with a smile: "It doesn't look very good."

"Would you like to try it?"

Fu Tinglan clasped his hands together, put his fingers on his chin, tilted his head and smiled at Xie Yi, his eyes like a pool of starlight crushed under the light.

Xie Yi cut the steak and put it in his mouth.

The meat is firm in the mouth, with elastic tendons. The gravy bursts in your mouth when you chew it gently. The taste is mellow, and the buttery flavor not only does not overwhelm the steak, but it complements the steak just right.

He chewed it in small bites, raised his eyes, and looked at the man with bright eyes.

"good to eat!"

Hearing this, Fu Tinglan laughed, and her shoulders and neck, which had been straight just now, suddenly relaxed, with a gentle smile between her brows and eyes.

"I'll open a bottle of red wine to celebrate today."

"Today? What do you want to celebrate?"

The man did not answer, but walked slowly to the wine cabinet, randomly selected a bottle of wine that had been treasured for many years, brought it to Xie Yi and uncorked it.

When the red wine is poured into the wine glass with a "gud-dong-dong" sound.

Xie Yi suddenly felt like there were flowers in front of his eyes, as if everything around him was spinning. When the man handed him the red wine with a smile, he shook his head and fainted with a "thud".

Fu Tinglan quickly stretched out her hand to support the young man.

"Ayi, you are finally mine."

……

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Yi woke up from the long darkness.

He raised his head with difficulty and saw a man sitting in the distance.

He was hidden in the semi-darkness. Xie Yi couldn't see clearly, but judging from his aura, he should be Fu Tinglan.

He wanted to stand up, but as soon as he moved, he heard the harsh clanking sound of the chains colliding.

"Alan, why are you tying me up?"

Xie Yi suppressed the anger in his heart and asked, pretending to be curious, "Do you want to play bondage?"

Unfortunately, the slightly trembling tail tone exposed him completely.

"woke up?"

Fu Tinglan had a slight smile in his eyes, holding a paintbrush in his hand. His eyes were filled with surging possessiveness, and he looked down from top to bottom.

"Don't be afraid, Yi, I won't hurt you."

His voice was gentle, but the paintbrush in his hand moved around Xie Yi's slightly open neckline, "I just love you so much, you will understand me, right?"

As he spoke, the brush had stopped somewhere on Xie Yi's body.

"I see."

Xie Yi nodded frantically, but his reason was controlled by Fu Tinglan.

The scream escaped from his throat, the voice was hoarse and sultry, and Fu Tinglan felt an evil fire surge in his heart.

He threw away the brush, curled his lips and leaned down.

Holding Xie Yi's waist with one hand, the fingertips of the other hand gently rubbed the blood vessels in his neck, his voice was sick and paranoid.

"Ayi, you are my most precious thing, just listen to me, okay? Don't think about running away from me, don't be afraid of me."

Fu Tinglan said, burying her head into the young man's trembling collarbone, sucking slowly, her Adam's apple rolling up and down, "You are my most precious muse, you are the person I cherish most, you are mine, you be mine--"

"I'm yours! Ah!"

There was a sudden scream. Fu Tinglan raised his head, his deep eyes were half-closed, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he chuckled.

"You have to look at me carefully until I get to the last step of the painting."

Fu Tinglan took a handful of paint with one hand and smeared it on Xie Yi's chest. He slowly leaned forward to touch his forehead, "My muse, I won't let you escape this time, and you won't either. It’s impossible to leave me!”

Listening to the man's erroneous words, Xie Yi was immersed in the pleasure the other man brought him, and could not come back to his senses for a long time.

"Alan, I like you so much, I like you so much!"

Xie Yi imitated his jumping thoughts, and his screams were full of excitement.

The man made a move, his eyes surged with joy, his voice seemed to be covered in frosting, and he suddenly leaned forward and kissed his neck.

"nice! You love it."

"Ah! Ah! A Lan, I'm going crazy!"

The man interlocked his fingers, touched his lips with the tip of his other finger, and raised his eyes, "Your consciousness is under my control."

I do not know how long it has been.

Fu Tinglan just stopped moving, holding the person in his arms tightly with the slightly long chain, and the corners of his mouth were obviously tender.

"Ayi, you will always be mine."

Xie Yi was too tired to move, not to mention that he was still locked. He could only walk. He tried his best to gain the right to move around the room freely without irritating Fu Tinglan.

The man's disease is really serious.

When he asked him carefully, he got only one sentence: You are my muse, and you will always be my muse.

It seems that this guy is really sick.

If you want to get out of here and find a doctor to treat him, you must first find a way to control Fu Tinglan's emotions.

The most important thing is the obsession to convince the man to close the dark room.

At present, he only has two choices, either to talk about it, or to find a way to pry open the dark memories hidden deep in Fu Tinglan's heart.

But the original plot did not explain why he suffered from bipolar disorder.

It seems that just because the plot requires it, he has to bring it himself.

"Ayi, what are you thinking about?"

Fu Tinglan held a paintbrush in one hand and a palette in the other. He smiled at the young man on the window sill with his lips raised, "Are you thinking about how to escape?"

The voice was smiling, but clearly dangerous.

This made Xie Yi tremble in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face, and he smiled brightly when he looked at the man.

"Of course not. I was thinking about what kind of pose would be the most inspiring for you."

“I’m most inspired when I’m not wearing any clothes.”