Too much

The handcuffs are made of silver. The long chain at the end extends from the wardrobe on the left. The outside is a whole black electronic combination lock. Perhaps it is worried that wearing it for a long time will easily damage the skin. The inside of the handcuffs is wrapped with a circle of soft leather.

The chain was long, but just enough for him to move freely in this bedroom.

Shen Zeming stared at the shackles, his face sank a little bit, he tried to lift his right hand to touch the delicate and compact central control screen of the combination lock, only to hear a "beep", and a dialog box popped up in the center of the screen immediately, prompting: Please say your password.

Voice lock.Shen Zeming was dazed for a few seconds, then frowned fiercely.He took a deep breath, raised his wrist, and the chain connected to the end of the handcuffs swayed slightly following his movement. In the next second, he aimed his wrist at the white wall behind him expressionlessly, and smashed it down hard.

There was a bang, accompanied by the sharp alarm sound of the voice-activated lock, and the sound of Qi Jingchen's slightly flustered footsteps.

The bedroom door was pushed open suddenly, Qi Jingchen was wearing comfortable and loose gray home clothes, his forehead hair was hanging lazily between his brows, a black and white plaid apron was tied around his waist, his hands were on the doorknob, his face was worried, and he looked at Shen Zeming. come over.

After the violent collision with the wall, the back of his hand turned red, and there was a faint dull pain. Shen Zeming glanced down and looked up at Qi Jingchen without any fluctuations in his heart.

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment. Shen Zeming raised his handcuffed left hand and shook it. He was cold and a little irritable, and asked him, "What do you mean?"

His hoarse and tired voice was the result of being soaked in alcohol for several days, but when it fell into his ears, it gave people the illusion that he was about to give in to his fate.

Qi Jingchen looked at him, his eyes darkened, and he walked slowly.

"I want to hide you."

He walked up to Shen Zeming, lowered his head, and held up Shen Zeming's injured left hand.

Shen Zeming didn't move, watching Qi Jingchen hold his hand with cold eyes, gently and cautiously touched the back of his red and dull hand with his fingertips, then brought it to his lips and kissed him tenderly, and finally raised his eyes and looked at him tenderly , whispered: "Does it hurt?"

It looked like a cute dog trying to please its owner, and Shen Zeming's heart constricted as if being pricked by a small thorn.

He turned sideways slightly to stagger his gaze, and coldly broke his hands away from Qi Jingchen's palm, stepped back a few steps, and lifted up the locked shackles, with a very heartless look: "Untie it, I want to go home."

Qi Jingchen's eyes were dark, and an imperceptible smoldering flashed in his eyes, but his voice was still gentle: "Are you hungry? I made porridge."

"Unlock." Shen Zeming frowned.

Qi Jingchen turned a deaf ear to it, "It's the millet porridge you like, do you want to add sugar?"

Shen Zeming completely cooled down, "Let me go home."

With a clatter, before Shen Zeming finished speaking, Qi Jingchen dragged his whole body into his arms forcefully, his scorching breath sprayed on his forehead, he looked at him sharply, his appearance was a little frightening, and his voice was full of indescribable Despotism: "This is your home!"

Shen Zeming's pupils narrowed slightly, and he held his breath subconsciously. The faint agarwood on the man's body wrapped him tightly. After a second, two seconds, Qi Jingchen finally let him go, rubbed his hair as usual, and turned to go out.

Three minutes later, he came in with a steaming bowl of millet porridge. Qi Jingchen put the porridge bowl on the bedside table, straightened up and held Shen Zeming's shoulders with both hands, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Then he squatted down, picked up the porridge bowl on the side, stirred it with a porcelain spoon, picked up a spoon, blew on it, brought it to Shen Zeming's mouth, and smiled softly at him.

Shen Zeming raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then turned his head indifferently.

The air cooled instantly, but Qi Jingchen didn't get angry. He stared at Shen Zeming nonchalantly, and slowly stirred the soft and sweet porridge with a spoon.

The spoon lightly tapped against the rim of the bowl to make a crisp crashing sound. After a moment's pause, he said, "Don't you want me to feed you?"

Shen Zeming closed his eyes, and the hands hidden behind him tightly grabbed the bed sheet under him.

In the end, Qi Jingchen sighed deeply, as if he had compromised, he put the bowl on the bedside table again without hesitation, stood up, and said softly, "Then eat by yourself, you slept all day and drank again, you have to eat .”

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, Shen Zeming heard Qi Jingchen coming to the door, he seemed to pause for a second, as if coaxing a child, he said softly, "Good boy."

Shen Zeming's eyelids trembled slightly.

When the door was closed, he opened his eyes, turned around and stared quietly at the porridge bowl on the bedside table. About 2 minutes later, he reached for the spoon.

At the same moment, in the study, Qi Jingchen, who was paying close attention to the monitor screen, slowly raised the corners of his lips.

In the afternoon, Qi Jingchen went out for business. After hearing the sound of the door closing, Shen Zeming got up from the bed, followed the chain on the wrist bone, walked to the closet, raised his hand and pushed open the light gray sliding door made of glass.

The interior of the wardrobe is divided into three storage areas: upper, middle and lower. The top layer is neatly hung with a whole row of custom-made suits and ironed overcoats. The middle layer and the lower layer are neatly stacked shirts, T-shirts and pants.

Shen Zeming looked down at the direction in which the chain extended, bent down, and gently pushed aside the hanging trousers, and saw the source of the chain firmly embedded in the wall at a glance.

There was a whole cabinet board missing, and the chains embedded inside were not as thin and long as exposed outside, but thick and heavy, deeply embedded in the center of the wall, and could not be pulled easily.

Shen Zeming frowned tightly. He looked down at the slender chain connected to the handcuffs. With a thought, he quickly walked into the bathroom and found the granite that was placed against the wall for unknown purpose by Qi Jingchen from his memory. Half-kneeling on the ground, he aimed at the joint of the chain and smashed it down hard.

A quarter of an hour later, he threw the stone down in frustration and sat down on the ground sweating profusely.

The chain was made of some kind of special material, no matter how hard he tried, the place where it was hit was still intact, not even a piece of paint was scratched off.

He tried to throw a rock at the sound-activated lock again, but the effect was negligible, except for it to make a sharp and piercing alarm sound.

Shen Zeming stood up numbly, walked to the French windows of the bedroom, he opened the curtains, only then did he realize that Qi Jingchen had nailed all the windows shut at some point.

Shen Zeming was stunned, and suddenly a surge of anger rose in his chest. He quickly closed the curtains, sullenly, went to bed and lay down on the bed, covering himself with the quilt.

Qi Jingchen came back after six o'clock. He packed takeout, put down his things and went to the bedroom.

Shen Zeming was still nestled under the quilt, only his head was exposed, his eyes were open, sleepy, he didn't know where to stare.

He saw everything in the afternoon on the surveillance camera. Qi Jingchen squeezed his knuckles, squatted down in front of Shen Zeming, and reached out to touch his face.

Shen Zeming closed his eyes again.

Qi Jingchen didn't speak, and squatted there quietly, gently tracing the outline of Shen Zeming with his index finger, beautiful eyebrows, high nose bridge, and slightly pursed lips.

He moved very lightly, his fingertips were warm, and the place where he touched was slightly itchy. Shen Zeming's eyelashes trembled, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to hold Qi Jingchen's fingers.

Qi Jingchen stopped and let him hold it, with tenderness in his eyes.

However, the tenderness gradually faded the moment Shen Zeming opened his mouth, and he said in a tired and hoarse voice: "Why are you willing to let me go?"

Qi Jingchen didn't speak, after a while Shen Zeming felt that Qi Jingchen touched his eyelids, with a sense of comfort, and said in a soft voice: "Are you tired? After dinner, I'll take you out for a walk."

Shen Zeming let go of his hand in despair.

For dinner, Qi Jingchen fed him spoonful by spoonful. What he packed were the small wontons that Shen Zeming liked to eat at the gate of their school.

The grandma who sold the wontons passed away three years ago, and now the owner is the eldest daughter of the grandma. Although the food is not cooked by the same person, the taste is still exactly the same.

There's no need to have trouble with the food, Shen Zeming really missed the taste of that wonton, he ate it all with Qi Jingchen's hands.

Qi Jingchen also brought in his own bowl, he didn't eat much, there was more than half left in the packing box, Shen Zeming caught a glimpse and couldn't help but look at him more, Qi Jingchen put down the box, with heavy eyes, pursed his lips and said: " If Teacher Shen is willing to feed, I will eat a few more."

"Shameless." Shen Zeming quickly turned his eyes away, his face was tense, but a blushing gradually spread behind his ears.

Qi Jingchen gave a low laugh, packed up the takeaway box, took it out and threw it away.

After a while, he returned to the bedroom, sat down beside Shen Zeming, held up his handcuffed hand, tapped the small screen of the voice-activated lock with his index finger, and said, "Don't abandon me."

With a beep, the voice-activated lock popped open.

When he said this, he was pitiful, looking at Shen Zeming with eyes full of light, his voice was low and soft, as if he was not saying a password, but a plea to Shen Zeming.

Shen Zeming's eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyes as if he was justified.

After unlocking the voice-activated lock, Qi Jingchen took out a pair of real handcuffs from the bedside table on the other side, handcuffed Shen Zeming on one end, and handcuffed himself on the other end.

Shen Zeming looked down, raised his elbow slightly, and Qi Jingchen's hand was also pulled over. He was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, Qi Jingchen leaned over and held him gently.

They walked out of the house like this, it was already dark, with a shallow moon hanging in the sky, old people and children walking around talking and laughing loudly under the trees, Qi Jingchen led him, and passed by them.

The wide and long cuffs hang down to cover the cold handcuffs. From a distance, they look like a pair of loving couples, holding hands and sticking to each other's warm palms between walks.

Shen Zeming was a little dazed, as if he had returned to the No. [-] Middle School court ten years ago. He and Qi Jingchen, mixed in a group of lovers, secretly held each other's hand in the dark, and walked around the court lap after lap.

If possible, he would like to keep doing this.

After going back at night, Qi Jingchen unfastened the handcuffs and put another pair of handcuffs on him again. Shen Zeming didn't say anything, just stared at the small voice-activated lock in silence.

When the clock pointed to 10:30, Qi Jingchen turned off the lights, hugged Shen Zeming in his arms, and prepared to sleep.

Shen Zeming lay on his side with his back to him, his handcuffed hand curled up on his chest and clenched slightly into a fist, Qi Jingchen's heaving chest pressed against his back.

After a while, Shen Zeming felt that Qi Jingchen was getting tighter and tighter, and he moved his body uncomfortably, but Qi Jingchen stepped closer to him, buried his head in his neck, and took deep breaths against his ears again and again.

Shen Zeming's back was gradually wet with a thin layer of sweat, and the moonlight poured in from the gap in the curtains. He didn't move any more, and stayed quietly for a while, then turned over and faced Qi Jingchen.

"When did you know about Shen Zelin?" He folded his hands on his chest in a defensive posture.

Qi Jingchen didn't speak. After a long time, Shen Zeming heard him take a deep breath and said, "A few days after you were drugged in the bar."

"Then..." Shen Zeming paused for a while, making sure that there was nothing unusual in his voice, and then asked, "What about the safe?"

"After that?"

Qi Jingchen was silent for a moment, then let out a low nasal voice: "Yes."

Shen Zeming suddenly stopped talking, Qi Jingchen was inexplicably flustered, hugging him and shaking him gently, only then heard Shen Zeming's depressed voice.

He said, "Qi Jingchen, do you love me?"

"Love." Almost immediately, Qi Jingchen rubbed Shen Zeming into his arms tightly, and whispered softly against his ear: "I love you."

"Shen Zeming, I love you."