Prison Building I

It took Ling Luo two years to successfully make Jiang Lou his own, and another year to successfully break Jiang Lou's wings and cut off all his future possibilities.

It stands to reason that he should be satisfied. He enjoyed Jianglou for a year, and by the way, he crushed the pride and dignity he should have had. Jianglou's family was also hurt irreparably because of him.

But a year has passed, and he still selfishly and maliciously disregarded the agreement and continued to lock her by his side. His way of violating the contract was simply another insult to Jianglou.

You are telling Jiang Lou that you are a fool to submit to me for a whole year. Those obedient behaviors are absurd and ridiculous. It is my whim and my insult to you. You can be obedient or refuse. , anyway, you will never escape.

He always felt that Jianglou was indifferent and ruthless, so now it seems that who is more ruthless than whom?

Treating ruthlessness as love, this is the absurd approach to the extreme.

In this world where the weak prey on the strong, it is indeed the game of the strong to destroy the future of others because of one's own desires.

But if some emotions are mixed in the game, then the controller of the game will undoubtedly fall into a situation beyond redemption.

Because this game started with an extremely cruel rape and violence, its ending must also be cold and emotionless.

If there is love and warmth, it is mostly an illusion.

Ling Luo didn't know when these emotions started to arise. He was holding Jiang Lou now, and his mind was in a mess.

He felt that he was going to lose Jianglou.

Either go or die, whether you go or die, you will lose him.

"You don't have any feelings for me...?"

Ling Luo finally asked the question, and even thought it was ridiculous when he said it.

I insulted those people in order to gain power, and insulted Jianglou, but in order to gain what?

Wouldn't it be too ridiculous to say that to get him.

I gave you a body, and you tried your best to abuse it. Your heart is hidden in your body!How can you want to gain your mind by ruining other people's bodies like this?

One wrong step and one wrong step, and you'll never get it.

is that so?He still wanted to hear Jiang Lou's answer, so he blushed and whispered:

"I...I've already..."

"I want to throw up..."

Jiang Lou's breathing became short of breath, and his whole face was wrinkled together. He clutched his chest and tremblingly broke away from Ling Luo's embrace, hugged the toilet and began to retch.

Ling Luo quickly ran to the bedroom, took out the medicine from the cabinet, took another glass of water and rushed to the bathroom, but within a minute, Jiang Lou had already collapsed on the ground, his exhausted body was weak and his eyes were tightly closed.

It looked like he was dead.

Ling Luo was suddenly very scared, he didn't even dare to go to Fujiang Tower, he stood at the door of the bathroom, really wanted to kill himself.

Jiang Lou's asthma was caused by him alone.

Locking such a weak person in the basement for three days, and constantly exhausting his physical strength, destroying his spirit, and finally... consuming his life.

This asthma will probably be with him for the rest of his life.

"cough……"

Jiang Lou coughed violently, his body curled up because of the pain, his face pressed to the ground, the muffled sound of coughing spread to Ling Luo, and he woke up suddenly.

Ling Luo hurriedly stepped forward, hugged Jiang Lou into his arms, fed him the medicine, patted his back lightly to comfort him, and when Jiang Lou's breath gradually calmed down, Ling Luo took the bath towel and wiped his body, He carried him to the bed in the bedroom and put him on the bed, put his hands under his head, and pulled out the quilt to cover him.

"The hair is not dry yet, sleeping like this will catch a cold."

Ling Luo pressed against Jiang Lou's ear and called him softly.

Jiang Lou frowned, wondering if he had fallen asleep, rubbing his head left and right, his hair stuck to Ling Luo's palm, the crisp and itchy feeling made him feel real and warm.

"Just sleep like this."

Ling Luo stroked his wet hair, leaned over and kissed him lightly, held Jiang Lou's head in both hands, buried his face in his neck and lay down for a while, then raised his head and rested his chin on Jiang Lou's chest, silently stared at his sleeping face.

Just like a child.

Jianglou's body was very cold. When he was hugging him to sleep recently, Ling Luo always had the illusion that he was about to melt into water and shatter in the air. The tighter he hugged him, the stronger this feeling of wanting nothing.

But Ling Luo's own body was fiery and solid, like a beam of dazzling fire, radiating heat arrogantly.

The ancients often used the incompatibility of water and fire to describe two opposing things, one yin and one yang, one cold and one warm.

Everyone knows this truth, and Ling Luo naturally knows it too.

He bound Jiang Lou so tightly, what he gave was not warmth, but burns.

Ling Luo straightened up slowly, stood by the bed and looked at Jianglou quietly for a while, then took off his clothes, went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and stopped when his body was almost freezing. When he turned off the nozzle, he gently Let out a sigh of relief.

The coldness from the body to the heart is so cold that it cannot be described.

Ling Luo put on a bath towel and came to the bedroom. Jiang Lou had already turned over, with his head slightly tilted to his side, his slender and white neck was exposed outside the quilt, and his black bangs were long enough to cover his eyes, sticking wetly to his forehead, tightly The thin lips were in good shape, and they were still as bright red as usual.

Such an unusual touch of red set off his pale and sickly face, making this face even more apparent. This person is full of coquettish charm.

Ling Luo looked away uncomfortably, his throat was a little dry and uncomfortable.

Ling Luo went to the bedside and picked up the cup that Jiang Lou had just given to drink, raised his head and drank the rest of the water in one gulp.

The cold water flowed through the parched throat, passed through the scorching esophagus, and when it entered the scorching stomach, the original coolness and coldness had been swallowed up.

Ling Luo became hot again, really hot, his body was burning hot, and even his heart was agitated.

He stared at Jianglou, uncontrollably, the fire and anger that had been suppressed by the cold water just now, and the desire and fire that had been hidden by emotions these days, rushed up all at once.

At this time, Jiang Lou pulled the quilt lightly, as if he was not sleeping well, he rubbed the wet hair on his forehead carelessly, and turned over again while muttering.

The smooth and delicate back was exposed to the air, and the atmosphere suddenly became indescribable. Standing behind him, Ling Luo felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing out, and that kind of thoughts burned more and more intensely in his stomach. It was so provocative that he couldn't think anymore.

Ling Luo tore off the bath towel, lifted the quilt and leaned over to press it, and immediately a cool and comfortable feeling extended from the scalp to the toes, familiar yet seductive, lustful and ambiguous.

Desired can no longer desire.

Ling Luo tried his best to control his strength, he didn't want Jiang Lou to know, but how could this body dominated by passion and desire be so easy to control?

Although his movements were much lighter than before, Jiang Lou was still awakened. He opened his eyes and looked at the person on him in a daze. Reflexively reached out to push Lingluo, but accidentally hit the face he was anxiously approaching, and there was a slap in the bedroom, both of them froze.

Five fingerprints quickly appeared on Ling Luo's face, and the redness was a bit too much. He lowered his head and looked at Jiang Lou with a somewhat elusive gaze, unable to tell whether it was anger or passion or desire.

Jiang Lou was taken aback and woke up instantly. His body was limp and he didn't use much strength, but somehow he hit Ling Luo's face, which turned red so dazzlingly.

Those red imprints stuck in his heart, and his body became obedient. Jiang Lou moved back a little, but he didn't intend to continue pushing him.

Ling Luo has been used to being catered to by servants since she was a child, and she is spoiled all over her body. Although her body is strong, her skin is always delicate. Right now, she was slapped, her face was in hot pain, and her heart was full of breath. He has always been the one who beats others with his hands, but he has never been beaten like this before.

He turned over and threw Jiang Lou down, his movements were a little rough, Jiang Lou snorted, but didn't avoid him, Ling Luo was a little happy, and leaned forward to kiss his face, Jiang Lou didn't respond, and grabbed his hand. On the quilt, let him chew randomly.

After all, love and desire are far greater than anger in my heart, and once it comes and goes, the pain on my face is left behind.

The five clear fingerprints were still red, but this person didn't care.