Kidney-deficiency whore

(vi) winking eyes like silk lead people's soul

boom……

boom……

boom……

The sound was still beating gently, resembling the sound of life-threatening footsteps.

Arman pulled off the blanket on the side to cover his unbearable lower body.

Cha Zuo put on his clothes quickly and moved towards the door with uncertain steps. Because of nervousness, he spoke slightly hoarsely, "Who?"

The knock on the door suddenly stopped.

Six tones settled.

Chazuo and Arman's hearts tensed together.

One point, two points, three points... 10 minutes passed.Still nothing.

Chazuo carefully opened the door a crack.

There was no one in the silent corridor.

He closed the door and heaved a deep sigh of relief. He showed a reassuring expression towards the young master whom he swore allegiance to the death just now, and was about to turn around and leave the door.

But I can hear-

Bang, bang, bang! ! !

The knock on the door seemed a little louder.It looks very much like one after another - reminder!Life!symbol!

With each knock, the hearts of the two people in the room thumped.

Three beeps settled.

hiss……

Arman put on a piece of clothing casually.Hiding behind Chazuo, the voice was like a mosquito humming, "Chazuo, isn't it, that... the old guy is back?"

Chazuo straightened Alman's clothes. "Don't worry...don't worry...it's okay..."

At this moment, the boy's cold blue eyes were filled with tears.He looked at himself pitifully.Cha Zuo's heart melted, and suddenly he felt an urge to die for it.

...How can I better prove that I love him?

Now!

... just go to hell.You can love him even more when you're dead.

Chazuo picked up the weak boy and hid him in the cabinet.

The moment the cabinet door was closed, Cha Zuo smiled with bright eyes, pinched Arman's face, "Arman, it's okay, I'll come as soon as I go."

It was the first time Chazo called his name.

The cabinet door was closed.

Arman glimpsed Chazuo's figure through the crack of the door.My heart has been depressed.

--whispering sound!Another man who thinks he's acting as a savior in front of himself.

... There are some things, the only one who is doomed to be moved in the end is yourself.

... Some people are destined to have vermilion lips and pink face that will move people's soul, and their winking eyes will lead people's soul like silk.

The door was opened.was closed again.

Inside and outside the house, everything is extremely quiet...

No violent storm as expected.Not even a little rain.

The more so, the more tormented.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Arman hides in the closet.The legs were already shaking badly.

He was doomed to lose in this year-long game.

——At this moment, he clearly knows that this is...unwilling.He has never been afraid of death, and death is just a kind of relief for him.So, no matter what, he can't die now! ! !He has more important things to accomplish! ! !Even if you endure humiliation and steal your life.

The afternoon sun went away quickly.Night replaces day.

Arman tightened his nerves and never came out of the cabinet.

I didn't sleep a wink all night.Right now it's blue.

Finally waited until the next morning, but the sun never rose, and the sky was just as dark and rainy as ever.

Arman is hungry.He couldn't bear to be hungry.

He came out of the closet.open the door.

The villa was empty.The sound of his footsteps alone echoed in what looked like a particularly long corridor.

"Chazzo!" Arman called.

But no one answered.

"Chazzo!"

Still no answer.

Arman searched every room in the castle.

... There was no one.

From beginning to end, only one person is recommended to play this game.

So, he wanted to escape.Only to find that the doors and windows were sealed tightly.

He beat weakly.

Just when he was about to give up, the door was opened.

A middle-aged woman with a face full of flesh, wearing a maid's clothes, walked in with a blank expression, carrying a vegetable basket.

The maid saw Arman sitting on the cold floor in ragged clothes, but she didn't have any emotional fluctuations at all.

Arman stood up supporting his body with his hands, looked up at the maid, and said arrogantly, "Hello!!! Where's Ogden? When will you be back? He asked you to come?"

The maid didn't answer, her eyes were wide open, she stared blankly at his respected young master.

"Then, what about Chazuo?" Arman lost his confidence.

……

The maid did not speak.

Arman panicked, and hurriedly bypassed the maid and rushed out.

but was...

The maid stretched out her arm and it bounced back, hitting the back of her head firmly on the floor.

……bleeding.

The maid squatted down and looked at Arman rolling on the ground in pain, with no expression on her face, she grabbed Arman's arm and dragged her upstairs.

When going upstairs, Arman only felt that the steps could separate a layer of skin from his back.

Finally, the bird in the cage returned to the place where it was supposed to be.

The maid threw Arman into the room and sat on Arman's waist. Arman felt that the air in his lungs was almost squeezed, and it was not ordinary difficult to breathe.

After a while, his face turned red from being suppressed.

"I am the sole heir of the Woodbridge family, try to move me!!!" Arman pretended to be calm.

The maid leaned over, Arman was about to faint because of her fat body and her proud breasts squeezed even more.

"Giggle," the maid laughed.The mouthful of decaying gas carried an annoying bloody gas on Arman's face, and Arman retched in disgust.

"Hey, you must be hungry, I'm going to cook for you right now." The maid's eyes narrowed with a smile.Gradually the door was closed.

After finally leaving, Arman threw away the pretense of being calm just now, and panted heavily on his back.

however……

"Master!" The sudden sound made Arman break out in a cold sweat.

... The maid opened the door a crack, and was looking at herself with interest through that small crack with one round eye.

"Say!!!"

"The wind and rain are coming, you'd better cover yourself with a quilt when you sleep later, so as not to catch a cold!!!"

It was obviously a caring and considerate sentence, but to Arman's ears, it sounded full of threats.

"Got it." Arman replied impatiently.

However, the maid didn't leave, and kept staring at him.

Arman's back felt cold from staring, he didn't know if this old woman would do something excessive.He could only follow her suggestion, stand up from the ground lazily, and then, under the watchful eyes of the maid, went to bed, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a good baby."

The door was closed with a bang.

...Arman just felt sick.I retched for a long time.

It was windy outside.Branches tapped against the window incessantly.It was like some shriveled soul was crying.

Arman suddenly thought of how many roses all over the manor had lost.

I fell asleep after thinking about it.

In my sleep, I was extremely coquettish | entangled with the man on the bed without a limit, and worked hard to cooperate with the man's movements.

Arman woke up.Only to realize that it was already dark.The room was even more black and full of darkness.The sheets under him were soaked with sweat, not to mention his clothes.

And the scorching|heat of his lower body is towering at this moment, and his whole body is unbearably hot.If there are thousands of maggots wriggling in the blood.

He now urgently needs to address his physical needs.

Arman rang the bell.

In the past, as long as I pressed the bed bell, Chazuo would come over immediately, no matter how late it was.But this time...

nobody.

Just remembered——

Cha Zuo never came back since he went out.

Chazo is dead!

A man's sinister smile appeared in his head.It made him tremble with fright.

... The prey that has been raised for a year has already caught the net, and the big snake crawling in the dark will also show its fangs.

"Bang bang bang!"

The knock on the door sounded a little familiar.

Alman was in a cold sweat again.

Before Arman could speak, the door was pushed open, "Master! Master Arman! You finally woke up!" The maid twisted her big buttocks while holding a bowl of extremely fishy soup in such an extremely greasy voice. came in.

"Young master, the soup is great, drink it..."

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