Nine Prison Rings

Soldiers are impermanent, and water is impermanent.

If you can't fight the enemy with strength, then the wise way is to be vain.

Fang Yixi now has a heart-wrenching understanding of this truth.He has too many handles in Luo Xiu's hands, and there are too many hateful things that can make Luo Xiu kill him; so right now, there is almost no better way than to obey his words.

"I'm afraid I can't bear it now...... Can I wait a few days......"

Yixi was half-true and half-false, struggling to break away from Luo Xiu's restraint, wanting to refuse or welcome; the words he spoke were so soft that there was a sense of longing for pity.

However, I don't know if it was intentional or intentional: such a weak and innocent appearance is the most likely to arouse the sadism of animals of the same sex.In particular, Yixi's starry eyes are watery now, and his powerless behavior is even more sensational.

Luo Xiu felt a tightness in his lower abdomen like a twitch: an unknown flame was flowing in his body——in an instant, his entire nervous system was ignited... His rationality was in danger of falling apart.

"Why would I carelessly treat your body... huh?" Luo Xiu whispered in his ear, with an undisguised desire in his voice: "I am your master... ....I will love you well... Be good..."

Luo Xiu's lips are scattered on the forehead, corners of the mouth, and neck; extremely seductive, ambiguous; extremely restrained and patient; like the first drizzle in spring, moistening things silently... .But it makes people feel helpless and thirsty.

Yixi felt a little bit of not knowing where she was.

He used to be fascinated by Luo Xiu's kiss; until now, his body still has this stubborn memory, and he will react to it to make him feel ashamed.

Just like this moment: the sphincter behind him is contracting spontaneously, and the little thing in front of him is spitting out his juice restlessly.

"I've already been touched, do you really mind?"

Thinking of the sensitive reaction of the body, Yixi couldn't rule out that it was the result of being trained by those few people, so he couldn't help feeling ashamed.And the person who caused all this with one hand still has such a strong desire for his body, it's simply inconceivable.

A sinister and mysterious smile appeared on Luo Xiu's face; it seemed to be an incomprehensible symbol from ancient times: "You don't know me very well. Don't worry, you will understand how deep my feelings for you are in the future ...how your body is controlled is up to me..."

He lifted Yixi's chin and raised his eyebrows: "Do you understand?......"

There were ripples in Yixi's eyes... The light-colored lips trembled slightly: "If you want to get the pleasure of revenge, why don't you just kill me! But, please... ..Don't hold me while hating me..."

Luo Xiu looked at the handsome man in front of him, frightened, helpless and mournful—for some reason, he suddenly saw the lonely face of Chan back then.There are so many similarities between these two faces, it often gives people the illusion that time and space are reversed.

He brushed aside the messy hair that hung down to cover his eyelids—the movement was gentle, and there was no words to express his affection.

"Your expression when you are sad, like he is blaming me, really makes you feel bad... How can I bear it..."

A long sigh came out of his mouth....... Hearing in the heart of the person, it was the cold and despair that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Fang Yixi felt that his heart was filled with ice and snow, and all the tenderness and love in his belly were crushed into dust; it was the dust and smoke that could not be scattered in front of his eyes—he closed his eyes in regret: a line of tears fell uncontrollably... ....

Although, it is also true and false.

fair enough.At least I know where I am in this man's heart; at least I know how much he hates me;

Vulnerability is sometimes the best weapon.

The fragility at the point of despair is even more like a bewitching flower growing on a cliff, exuding a charming fragrance that tempts death.

"I'll give you my life, okay?" Yixi looked, all thoughts turned to ashes.In his arms, he murmured to himself: "Since you hate me, I can't hate you. Then, I give you my life... you will be happy... Chan, you will be happy too .”

"Do you dare?" Luo Xiu's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he grabbed Yixi's neck with one hand: "Your skin is the last thing I miss about Can. If you dare to destroy it at will, I will Wanting you is [-] times more painful than dying..."

The strength in Luo Xiu's hand became more and more serious with the severity of his tone - Yixi's breathing became more and more difficult, and a faint purple color slowly appeared on his face due to lack of oxygen... There was no fresh air in his lungs Enter, the palpitating cramps begin....

Really, dying?

Luo Xiu's terrifying eyes reflected the deep hatred for him, so he must have murderous intentions, right? !In fact, it's not surprising, didn't I already have a premonition that I would die at his hands?

There is only one step away from death—and there are so many thoughts, and what flashes in my brain is an inexplicable firmness: I will not die.At least for now, not dead.

It was true that Luo Xiu had the intention to kill, but he would not kill him lightly.

The close contact during these days has given me some understanding of this man.

It is not so much that Luo Xiu's pain comes from wanting to destroy him to pay homage to Duanmu Can; it is better to say that it comes from the inextricable connection between himself and Duanmu Can, which makes him sink inextricably.All the tricks, all the conspiracy traps, cannot be solved with simple hatred; perhaps the most unrelieved thing is the most unbearable love that struggles in the mud.

Yi Xi is a smart man.

He has never studied psychology, but he understands the human heart.

Judging from Luo Xiu's reaction to him: death is not the desired result.

What's more, what he pursued most was: the truth about the cause of Chan's death.

the truth?the truth!

The so-called "truth" must never be allowed to surface.

This is not just a matter of one life.This is the dirtiest paw print left by the devil in the bottom of my heart—from now on, I will never be redeemed.

Sure enough, before Yixi felt that he was about to lose consciousness——Luo Xiu let go of his hand...

A sudden flood of air into the lung cavities: a violent, unbearable wheeze in an instant...  

Yixi, like a tuberculosis patient, was lying on the bed, coughing and panting... for a few times, he suspected that his heart and lungs were going to be spit out from his mouth.

Luo Xiuxu was moved with a little pity, and after looking at it for a long time, it was too uncomfortable to see the same situation: he put his palm on his back and patted it lightly.

Coughing, gradually becoming stable; breathing, began to be unobstructed...

"I thought....I died....you would be happier...."

He also spoke intermittently and weakly.

"You don't even have the right to die without my permission. Remember?"

With an indiscernible tone, Luo Xiu still couldn't see through the true face of Lushan.

He turned Yixi's body over and forced it into his arms: "You tried it just now, death is not so easy..."

Yixi secretly agrees: Indeed.

It's not that someone said: the only way to die is through hardships through the ages.

Human instinct is to survive; no matter how difficult life is, it is more attractive than death.

What really scares people is not the result of "death"; rather, the fear of meeting "death" when it comes.

Why do I, Fang Yixi, have to die?

In this world, who is innocent?Who hasn't done something against their conscience?If it's about selfishness, I'm not the most selfish; if it's about treachery, I'm not the worst; why should I pay with death?Perhaps, I am worth living more than anyone else; and, I should live better.

It's really not certain who wins the game.

"When can I go to work?"

He propped his hands on Luo Xiu's chest slumpedly, and carefully cut the topic.

"I asked for a week's leave for you. You can rest for two more days, and you can go to work if you feel that you are in good health."

"Oh......."

Fortunately, he is not under house arrest and can still work normally.With freedom of movement, you can calmly plan your own counterattack and end this puppet life as soon as possible.

"However, you have to come back to live here after get off work every day. You can't spend the night outside without my permission."

Luo Xiu looked solemn, with the meaning of inviolability.It seems as though the slightest resistance from you could lead to disastrous results.

"I see....."

He also lowered his eyebrows and murmured.

"Yixi, I still say the same thing: abide by the rules I set, and be my slave."

As long as Yixi heard him mention the word "slave", he would reflexively feel creepy.He didn't know what other heinous things Luo Xiu would do to his "slave".But if I repeat what happened at the resort again, I don't know if I will go crazy? !

If it's just pure physical love, it's fine, but it's cruel abuse that humiliates human self-esteem.Those few people, like corpses and rotting flesh filled their minds with a stench, always disgusting themselves.

No matter what, the situation of the lamb waiting to be slaughtered is not a solution after all. How do you know when the knife hanging above your head will fall?The expedient measure is to do our best to cooperate with Luo Xiu; to perform this wonderful scene of "Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai" well.

Yixi nodded, with a wounded compromise to fate, whispered: "I know: I am yours..."

Luo Xiu's two sword eyebrows stretched out, and there were layers of smiles on his face: "You are so good... I will love you well..."

The bottom of the deep eyes became darker and more tortuous—hiding unpredictable emotions...

Those who attack and must take will attack what they do not defend; those who defend but must be firm will defend what they do not attack.