The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

The boy limped into the narrow, dimly lit room.

The room's furnishings were all visible, with only a neat single bed and a simple desk.

There is a small window on the top of the wall, which looks like a cramped cage, and an airtight and suffocating feeling comes over you.

Only that small window lets in light and air, giving those deep in the darkness some respite and hope.

A flash of heartache appeared in the boy's slightly red peach eyes.

Fu Lingye made an undisguised mockery: "See? This is where I live."

The boy's voice was so soft that no emotion could be heard: "It's okay, we can still sleep if we squeeze together."

He sneered: "Who wants to share a bed with you? If you want to stay here, you can only sleep on the floor."

The boy's distressed feeling disappeared in an instant. He clenched his fists and resisted the urge to beat him up.

On the surface, tears welled up in her eyes: "Brother, can I not sleep on the floor?"

His dark eyes flashed with surprise: Brother?

Fu Lingye's heart skipped a beat when he shouted at her. This man would do anything to achieve his goal.

His tone was cold and hard: "If you don't want to sleep on the floor, get out."

The boy shook his shoulders in fear like a frightened rabbit and sobbed softly: "Then, then I...I'll go out."

"You, don't be angry." The attitude was cautious and extremely humble.

It made her heart ache for a moment: Why didn't he play by the rules? Shouldn't he compromise and stay to continue seducing her?

The young man had a reluctant look on his face and limped past him.

Fu Lingye's dark eyes suppressed the gloomy feeling of impending storm. Is this a place where he can come and go as he pleases?

He clamped the boy's slender white wrist.

His tone was cold: "Where do you want to go?"

The boy panicked and raised his deer-like eyes: "You, what are you doing, you hurt me."

Fu Lingye's face darkened and he gritted his teeth: Why didn't I realize before that this guy is so good at pretending.

The paintbrush in this man's hand was like a sharp knife. He sketched out cruel and cold-blooded scenes without changing his expression.

He wished that this man would die without a burial place, but before that, he wanted to let this man have a taste of hell.

"Um...but, can you let me go?" The boy looked at him with fear in his eyes.

His heart suddenly beat violently and he subconsciously let go of the boy's hand.

The boy's rosy face was covered with crystal tears. He raised his wrist and sobbed softly, "It hurts so much. Look, it's all red from your scratch."

He lowered his head and saw the striking red mark on the boy's thin white wrist when he was suspended in mid-air, which looked startling and fragile.

It made people feel confused for no reason, so he turned his head away and didn't look at the person who was confused.

Seeing that he turned a blind eye, the boy looked innocent and said, "You grabbed my hand, do you want me to stay?"

He suppressed his inappropriate emotions and said in an unquestionable tone: "Stay here and don't go anywhere."

The boy said cautiously: "But, I want to sleep in the bed."

Fu Lingye was almost amused by his tricks, and said sarcastically: "If you want to sleep on the bed, don't dream about it."

"Well, I'll go then."

Fu Lingye's patience was exhausted by his little trick, and he slammed the man against the iron-hard wall.

The tall figure was facing away from the light, casting the entire boy in shadow.

His fingers firmly grasped the boy's pointed chin, forcing him to look up at him.

The boy's slender back was hurt by the collision, and big, crystal tears rolled down from the corners of his rosy peach eyes.

Fu Lingye's heart ached uncontrollably when he saw his charming, broken and lovable appearance with his originally fierce eyes.

Damn, this guy is really good at seducing people.

It seems that I really underestimated him.

His eyes were fierce: "Don't look at me like that, I won't fall for it."

"You can't leave here unless you die."

The boy's eyes flashed with disbelief: "You, don't go too far."

Fu Lingye sneered and said sarcastically, "I went too far? Who gave me that?"

The young man was choked with speechlessness. Damn it! The original owner exaggerated his own experience in order to create plot conflict and made the protagonist appear extremely miserable.

"I, I don't know what you are talking about?" The boy continued to play dumb.

If he breaks this window paper, what might be waiting for him is his crazy revenge, and he is not stupid.

Fu Lingye's stern face was filled with gloom: "Really?"

His fingertips vigorously rubbed the boy's soft lips, his eyes flashing with coldness: "This mouth, there is no truth, just forget it."

The cold air instantly enveloped the boy's body, making him shiver.

The young man trembled and mumbled, "You, what do you want to do?"

"Oh, I just want to tear your mouth open and see."

The boy's eyes widened in horror, trying to pry open his iron-strong wrists.

But it still couldn't shake him at all.

"Don't waste your energy. You are not allowed to leave me until I have had enough fun."

The boy's lips were rubbed red and swollen, and his eyes were full of pain: "Let me go, I really can't stand it anymore."

Fu Lingye's eyes were as dark as ink, and he threw the man aside without mercy: "You are so weak."

The boy's chin and lips were strikingly red, as if they had been ravaged by someone.

He locked the door of the room, ignored the soft boy on the ground, and walked quickly into the secret little bathroom inside the cubicle.

The young man weakly propped himself up and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

Looking so embarrassed and innocent, anyone who sees it would feel distressed.

There was a dark aura in the young man's lowered peach blossom eyes, and the faint coldness emanating from them frightened the system.

Maomao hurriedly comforted: "Host, calm down, calm down."

It hurriedly called up the surveillance footage of Fu Lingye in the small bathroom.

"Host, host, look, he loves you."

Maomao was almost scared to tears by the dark and cold aura of the host.

The young man looked at the person in the picture calmly.

In the camera, Fu Lingye was seen splashing cold water on his face with both hands in the sink in front of the mirror.

The cold water wet the loose hair on her forehead and the white shirt. Under the shirt, her tight mermaid line was revealed, full of wildness and flamboyance.

The stern face was covered with water droplets, and the deep phoenix eyes were slightly bloodshot.

He unbuttoned his shirt irritably, trying to relieve the urge to push the person down on the bed.

"Damn it, am I crazy?" He actually had inappropriate thoughts about the guy he wanted to tear to pieces.

"Damn it, I almost fell for his honey trap."

"No, such a person cannot be released to harm others. He must be locked up here and kept in darkness." Then he tortured him bit by bit.

Fu Lingye walked into the shower room with a stern face. He was so tall that he almost touched the ceiling.

He casually took off his clothes, turned on the faucet, and let the cold water hit his body mercilessly.

Half an hour later.

He bent his waist slightly and stopped what he was doing.

There was a smell in the air that made him feel ashamed.