Prison Building I

The night in midsummer is always so long, the wind rushes towards the face with a scorching breath, and the thick thoughts are the ones that cannot be resolved.The crescent moon like a jade hook was sunk in the long and deep night, and the light like a thin eyebrow appeared sharp and lazy.

From time to time, noisy voices came to his ears, Jiang Lou covered his ears and turned over, the voice still came in through his fingers, scratching his heart and lungs, very disturbing.

"I don't know... I don't know anything, I was already like that when I went in!"

The girl's Chinese is not standard, her shrill voice has a crying tone, and it sounds a bit heart-piercing when she shouts.

"You mean that Young Master Jiang broke the cup himself, did he do anything to hurt himself?"

"I hugged him! He didn't hurt himself."

"........."

Jiang Lou suddenly felt a little bored, got out of bed, walked to the French window, and stretched out his hand to open the window.

The girl was kneeling on the ground crying, her long chestnut hair hanging from her shoulders, scattered on the goose yellow skirt, trembling slightly with her body.

The three bodyguards next to him were still talking non-stop, opening and closing their mouths, making Jiang Lou feel a little disgusted.

"Hey!"

Startled, the three bodyguards raised their heads together and looked around for the source of the sound.

"it's here."

Jiang Lou bent his fingers and tapped on the glass, raised his chin and hooked his lips over there,

"Let her go."

"Master Jiang!"

The bodyguard seemed to be taken aback when he saw him, and the surprised expression on his face looked a little exaggerated, probably because he didn't expect him to show up so late, or... he would care about such things.

Jiang Lou smiled. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he turned over and jumped onto the glass window. The people below were startled and screamed.

Jiang Lou adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the black window frame, swayed his legs over there, and said in a playful tone,

"If you don't let me go, I'll jump off."

The three bodyguards were already standing under the window at this time. They were stunned for a few seconds after hearing this, and they stretched out their hands in unison. The three hands were spread in the air like a hexagonal blanket, as if they really planned to catch his jumping body.

Jiang Lou snorted coldly, and kicked off the slipper. The three bodyguards hurried to pick it up without looking at what it was, but within two or three seconds, the slipper fell to the ground, and there was a slap, echoing It's kind of scary in the night sky.

Jiang Lou kicked off the other slipper as if he had gotten addicted to it, and this time it landed firmly on the concrete floor with a thud, which made people panic.

The three bodyguards were startled again and again before they realized that if that person didn't want them to catch it, they couldn't catch it no matter what.

Finally raised his head and looked at Jiang Lou flatteringly, and said with a flattering smile,

"What is Young Master Jiang doing, making fun of the three of us?"

Jiang Lou was unwilling to talk nonsense anymore, he had exhausted all his strength just now, and now his body was weak and his eyes were turning black, and he was afraid that he would really fall if he held on for a while.

Jiang Lou rubbed his eyes, yawned, and leaned forward lazily, which really caused the bodyguards to panic again.

"Don't! Don't! Young Master Jiang, let it go, we let him go, don't jump!"

Jiang Lou's lips were already turning white, and sweat was breaking out on his forehead. He didn't know the tricks of these people. He was afraid that when he jumped out of the window, they would tie him up and go to other places.At that time, it doesn't matter whether he dances or not, as long as it doesn't happen under their noses, he won't admit it at all.

In the end, they were only afraid of that person, and no one really cared about whether they were dead or alive.

"Let it go now."

Jiang Lou fastened the window frame, leaned back, leaned on the window frame and looked at the little maid who was staring at him closely.

"I count to three, and if I don't let go, I'll jump off."

Jiang Lou blinked and smiled at her reassuringly,

"one."

The bodyguards underneath finally became nervous, nervous from the inside out, goose bumps appeared on the skin.

This person is usually very obedient, no one knows that he has such a side.

"two."

Jiang Lou wiped the sweat from his brow, a cloud of air was clogged in his chest, and the stuffy feeling made him feel like vomiting.

"Let her go! Go!"

The oldest bodyguard almost yelled out. He looked at Jianglou in a complicated manner, as if he had changed since he came back from the airport last time. What changed, but he couldn't tell. He was locked up all day. In the room, there is no chance to see it.

But right now, I feel that this person has changed, his eyes, tone of voice, and movements are all wrong.

Jiang Lou narrowed his eyes and watched the bodyguard untie the rope from the little maid's hands, and shouted to her while bracing himself: "Go! Don't come back!"

The little maid seemed a little confused. She was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jianglou again, and finally ran to the gate hesitantly. When her figure was completely submerged in the endless darkness, Jianglou looked back, and his body softened. It fell straight off the window frame.

The iron ring on his ankle hit his instep hard, and Jianglou woke up from the pain. He wanted to stretch out his hand to rub it, but he had no strength left. Arms can't do it.

Jiang Lou reluctantly gave up struggling, stretched his legs a little and lay down on the floor, and the cool touch came intermittently, which relieved a little bit of his fatigue.

The room was a little hot and stuffy. Recently, he was so weak that he always felt chilly at night, so Ling Luo forbade anyone to turn on the air conditioner for him.

At night, he would hold him in his arms to sleep. Ling Luo was in good health, and being in his arms was like leaning on a big stove. Sometimes Jianglou would be woken up by the heat, and the people next to him were sweating all over. But she still hugged him tightly, Ling Luo's breathing was smooth and even, and she was obviously asleep, but the strength was still as strong as ever, and Jiang Lou couldn't break free no matter what.

Jiang Lou was a little dazed. In the past year, Ling Luo liked to have sex with him, but rarely slept with him. Jiang Lou was often made to pass out in his room, but when he woke up, he was lying on his own bed. The body was cleaned very clean, and even the clothes were neatly put on.

Jiang Lou knew that he had a serious cleanliness obsession. Of course, it was aimed at his belongings. He didn't allow Jiang Lou to touch his own wounds, but he always dealt with them himself. Although Jiang Lou didn't understand his approach, he Knowing that resistance and struggle are useless, I let him go.

It's just that sometimes Jiang Lou is still conscious, watching himself soaked in the bathtub being carefully cleaned, he still feels a little awkward in his heart, especially at that time Ling Luo is too gentle, so that he can't put the person in front of him at all. It was connected with the violent Ling Luo just now.

Jiang Lou is extremely unwilling to see this kind of change. Ling Luo's rare gentleness seems to only exist when he faints. Every time he wakes up, he is still the violent and indifferent person, and his actions are still as rough as usual. There is no trace of pity.

This feeling was like feelings being disillusioned again and again, hopes being shattered by reality again and again, Jiang Lou could no longer cater to him, he was tossed by these endless changes and no longer believed in Ling Luo.

He felt his gentle touch, but he always remembered that he had slapped himself with a sneer; sleeping in his warm embrace, he would also think of the damp breath in the basement and the non-stop sound of sex; he looked at his kiss On his own face, he would still think of him pressing his head and pushing it in viciously, and he would continue to fuck him even if he got blood all over his body.

Those dark and painful memories have grown firmly in his body and become a part of him, like a stubborn and stubborn root system, buried so deep, how can he forget it?

Jiang Lou's eyes began to turn black, and his skin was scorching hot. He knew that he might have a fever. He tried to move his body, but his mind felt a heavy pain, which was so heavy that he couldn't even lift his eyelids.

Sleeping on the floor overnight with a hot body seems not so pleasant, but what can I do?

Jiang Lou finally trembled his eyelashes a few times, and finally fell asleep.