Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

340 three

Zheng He felt a little itchy on his face, opened his eyes, and a hand was resting on his cheek.

"Huh?" Zheng He lowered his head, saw Mr. Bai looking back at him with his eyes open, and then looked out of the window that was already completely dark, and then he realized that he had fallen asleep with the man in his arms at some point!

"What do you think?" he asked hastily.

Mr. Bai smiled, his eyes were a little blurred: "It's okay."

As soon as Zheng He heard it, he knew that Mr. Bai was perfunctory. He called the people downstairs and told them that Mr. Bai was awake. Zheng He turned around and said to the man: "You are a little emotional today. They're calling, they're on the ground floor now, and the doctor, you see—?"

Mr. Bai turned his gaze to another place and said, "Since they are here, let them come up."

Zheng He felt that the man was a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. After thinking about it for a while, it's better to ask the doctor to check it first.

340 four

Mr. Bai's condition was not serious this time. The doctors thought it was due to his emotions. After arranging half a month of psychological counseling, the group left under the moonlight.

Zheng He sent the man to the door and turned around to see Mr. Bai came out at some time, and went to help him in surprise: "The medicine has just passed, the doctor told you not to exercise..."

"No problem." Mr. Bai said lightly, broke away from Zheng He's hand, walked a few steps while holding onto the wall, and then looked back at Zheng He, his eyes always seemed to be covered with a layer of veil.

"You go upstairs first, I'll go to the guest room downstairs to find a few things."

"I'll help you!" Zheng He said hastily.

Mr. Bai waved his hand and walked slowly by himself.

Zheng He's heart began to throb, and he struggled for a while, thinking that it might be related to the medicine, so he secretly put his doubts in his heart.

340 five

On a leisurely Saturday night, Zheng He deliberately cooked a candlelight dinner according to the recipe. Although the quinine beef was sent to help, the clumsy Mr. Bai accidentally fried it. Ding made a side dish, but this did not hinder the sweet atmosphere between the two.

Zheng He knew that he was not good at drinking, and his wine quality was even worse, so he didn't pour himself a drink.

Mr. Bai's gaze sank, then he smiled and asked, "Why don't you drink?"

Zheng He scratched his head: "I'm not very good at it."

Mr. Bai got up, lightly tapped the tip of Zheng He's nose as he walked past him, and said, "Then let me pour you a glass of juice. What do you want to drink? Is grape juice okay?"

"Okay." Zheng He often indulged in the tenderness of men, and this time was no exception.

340 six

My head is so dizzy...

Here is... where?

Zheng He felt as if he was lying on a bed. He rubbed it for a while, but there was nothing beside him except the soft cloth.

"you're awake?"

A man said in a hoarse voice.

Zheng He tried hard to open his eyes, but just when he narrowed a gap, they were suddenly shut by the high-intensity light in front of him.

The man next to him chuckled, and with a 'snap', he felt his vision go dark.

The man said: "Okay."

Zheng He didn't move, he was recalling what happened just now——

After the two had dinner, he watched Mr. Bai put the dishes into the dishwasher. He wanted to go up to help, but suddenly felt sleepy.

and then?

He couldn't remember it. The strange thing was that he never went to bed after eating. He heard that people with high blood pressure would get this disease. Zheng He became worried. Why don't he go to the hospital for a checkup someday?

Mr. Bai bent down, gently shook the iron chain binding Zheng He's wrist, and asked, "Is that why you don't want to see me?"

Zheng He stared at him in surprise: "Where do you see that..." He was silenced by the scene in front of him.

There are many weird things hanging in the fully enclosed room without windows, the light is ambiguous, and the almost naked self is on the black sheet.

The man didn't care about Zheng He's ambiguous gaze, he fastened the other end of the iron chain to the wall seriously, and said to himself: "It should be all right now."

"What are you locking me for?" Zheng He struggled to get his hand out of the iron ring. His scalp tingled when he saw this thing. He was tortured to death in the villa at that time.

"It's locked," Mr. Bai looked at the hanging rings on the wall left and right to see if they were strong, and said, "I won't let you escape."

"Where did I say I was going to run away!"

"Quiet." Mr. Bai turned his head and comforted with a smile: "Don't wake up the people outside the door."

"...what outside the door?" Zheng He thought there was someone beside him, so he sat up straight in fright. Before he could get used to the dizziness in his head, his breath was suddenly taken away by the man.

Lips intersected, lingering to death, most of Zheng He's uneasiness gradually disappeared, and Mr. Xinzhibai must have a secret hidden in his heart and didn't say it out, trying to toss himself in a different way.

"Mr. Bai, what are you going to do?" Zheng He said word by word, helplessness gushing out under the strong pressure.Anyone who has a lover who has problems every day or two will understand his feelings, but this lover not only has problems in his heart, he also has enough capital and strength to do it.

"Honey, do you like it here?" Mr. Bai leaned against Zheng He, smiling amiably.

Zheng He shook his arm, and asked, "You mean the iron chain that locks me? Or," he pointed to the weird tools on the wall, "those messy things?"

Mr. Bai nodded: "I have both, I like them very much, how about you?"

Zheng He shook his head bluntly: "I don't like it. If you're bored, you lock me up with this thing. It's okay for us to come and play. If you lock me up every day, I can't accept it."

The fake smile on Mr. Bai's face finally couldn't hold it anymore, the corners of his mouth drooped a little bit, and he said, "What if I want to lock you up with this for the rest of my life?"

Zheng He didn't realize that the man was on the verge of collapse, and said in surprise, "Why are you locking me up so well? Also, where the hell is this? Why did you bring me here? Oh! A surprise after dinner?" Instantly brightened.

"Yeah...yes." Mr. Bai showed a crying and smiling expression, turned his head and looked around blankly, suddenly pulled out a pistol from his pocket, and shouted: "Who are you!? How did you get in!"

Zheng He was taken aback by Mr. Bai's actions tonight. He hadn't figured out what was going on in the last action, and turned to the next one in a blink of an eye.

"What, what's wrong?" Zheng He wanted to go over and grab the man, but the chain in his hand restrained him. He tugged, but didn't move.

This thing is really solid.

Zheng He even admired himself. At this time, he still has the leisure to think about these things. It seems that people's potential is really unlimited, and it will become infinite if abused.

Mr. Bai seemed to realize that Zheng He was beside him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at him. The gun in his hand suddenly turned around and pressed against Zheng He's head. He tilted his head and smiled, "Are you afraid?"

"I..." Zheng He was speechless.He looked at the muzzle of the gun in confusion, and then at Mr. Bai.He was [-]% sure that Mr. Bai's gun was real, but he didn't understand why Mr. Bai would do this.He suddenly knew that the reason why he was not afraid of Mr. Bai's illness was because men would never hurt him no matter what. He knew this, and he knew it too.

But this time—

Zheng He's eye circles gradually turned red.

Mr. Bai lowered his eyes, watching a drop of warm liquid dripping on his hand.

No one knows what the two of them are thinking at this moment, just like Zheng He doesn't understand where the grievances in his belly come from at this moment, and it can make him shed tears.

With a short sigh, Mr. Bai suddenly leaned over and hugged Zheng He, and buried Zheng He's face in his chest.

"Honey, you already knew I wasn't sick, didn't you?"

"Ah?" Zheng He almost had a question mark on his head, and the blue cat's naughty three thousand questions did not have as many questions as his.

Mr. Bai seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly pushed Zheng He onto the bed. Zheng He crawled back with fluttering arms, and saw the man kneeling on one knee, holding a delicate small box and looking at him calmly.

"Open it." The man said.

Zheng He was really frightened, hesitantly asked: "There...could it be a bullet?"

Mr. Bai ignored Zheng He, and opened the box on his own. Inside, there was a silver-white ring quietly.

Zheng He's head went into shock suddenly.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. If he was a woman, the next plot must be Mr. Bai proposing marriage. It is very likely that Mr. Bai proposed, and then he took out the ring with disdain, saying, "You want to marry me with such a big diamond ring?"Humph', and then he was dismembered by Mr. Bai's men and dumped in the wilderness.

But this is the reality, they are both men.

Zheng He's host obviously couldn't keep up with the thinking of a high-IQ psychopath.

"Mr. Bai, you... you are?" Zheng He trembled a little.

Mr. Bai took out the diamond ring and said, "Give me your hand."

Zheng He suddenly flashed the scene of 'he stretched out his hand, and then Mr. Bai pulled out a knife from under the bed with lightning speed and cut off his fingers'.

"What are you going to do, what are you going to do?" The more Zheng He thought about it, the more likely he felt that it was very possible. He could even see the silver light of Mr. Bai's hanging hand holding the handle of the knife.

"Give me your hand." Mr. Bai put on a posture of not being angry and arrogant.

"Here comes the hand." Zheng He quickly put his hand up.

Mr. Bai's face softened, he carefully put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, looked at it for a moment, and asked, "Do you like it?"

"I like it..." Zheng He wondered if he could say he didn't like it: "But... why are you giving me this?"

"You still don't understand?" Mr. Bai raised his eyebrows and asked.

Zheng He shook his head.

"Marry me."

……

The Zheng He host exploded.

He may be the most miserable person in the world. First, he was inexplicably drugged, then locked in an airtight room, and his lover put a pistol to his head. Still chained.

This life is really impermanent.