Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

In this case, his mission will be completed soon, right?

Duan Yimo responded with a "hmm".

Song Chubai was suddenly happy, he cured Duan Yimo's illness, that was one step closer to his completion of the task, and was it still far from his resurrection?

In fact, Duan Yimo's recovery was faster than Song Chubai imagined.

With his massage and Duan Yimo's persistent rehabilitation, within a week, Duan Yimo was able to stand up.

After another week, Duan Yimo was able to leave.

When Song Chubai saw that Duan Yimo was able to leave, his first reaction was to ask the system in his mind.

【Qiqi, has my mission been completed? 】

Qiqi: "Not yet, the host needs to keep working hard—"

Song Chubai:? ?

How can it be!

Duan Yimo is obviously able to leave, why hasn't he completed the task yet?

A tangle of confusion crossed Song Chubai's face, which happened to be caught by Duan Yimo.

He stood there with his back straight, one hand in his pocket, the other simply hanging to one side, his eyes were deep, and he stared closely at Song Chubai.

"I recovered, are you unhappy?"

His tone was calm, and there was no ups and downs, but Song Chubai knew that he was angry.

He shook his head hastily, "No, I'm very happy!"

Sheng was afraid that Duan Yimo would not believe it, so he even raised a big smile to express that he was really happy.

Only then did the haze on Duan Yimo's body lighten a little.

Song Chubai scratched his head, took a quick look at Duan Yimo, and muttered softly: "You have recovered, I should be leaving."

The task should be completed, why is it still not completed?

He couldn't figure it out.

Song Chubai, who was immersed in thinking about the unfinished task, didn't notice that Duan Yimo's figure paused. An anxious dark red welled up in the depths of his deep pupils, and the round pupils shrank into thin at this moment. The narrow gap reveals a bit of coldness and fierceness.

The smile on the corner of the mouth has faded away, the flat corners of the mouth have no movement at all, and the momentum gradually subsides, leaving only the coldness that is almost overflowing.

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something is wrong.His body was clearly asleep, but there was a voice in his head that kept reminding Song Chubai that something was wrong.

He remembered that after he had dinner, he felt a little sleepy, as if he had fallen asleep lying on the sofa?

But what about after falling asleep?

He doesn't seem to remember.

Song Chubai tried to mobilize his body, but found that his body was limp and he couldn't exert any strength.

Vaguely, he felt something cold on his wrist.

No, not only the wrists, but also the ankles, it seems to be wearing something.

Song Chubai opened his eyes in confusion, but what he saw was darkness.

There was no light in the room, and the heavy curtains blocked the light outside, making him somewhat unclear what time it was.

He tried to support his body and sat up, leaning his back against the cold bed, the shackles rattled because of his movements.

Song Chubai:? ?

He was handcuffed?

But he didn't do anything illegal, why did he torture him?

The room was really too dark, so dark that Song Chubai couldn't see his current state clearly.

He pursed his lips lightly, and tentatively pulled the shackles on his left wrist.

It is very hard, with his strength, there is no way to break it.

After trying to break free to no avail, Song Chubai called out tentatively.

"Mr. Duan?"

A low laugh came from the darkness.

"Ah."

It was Duan Yimo's voice.

Song Chubai was too familiar with this voice.

He struggled a bit, and the shackles made a rattling sound, which seemed unusually loud in this dark and quiet room.

Song Chubai struggled a few times, seeing that Duan Yimo didn't make any more noise, he obediently stopped opening his eyes.

He hugged his legs and looked forward. He guessed that Duan Yimo was probably sitting in front, watching him struggling stupidly.

"Why?"

He asked puzzledly, a little bit of grievance welling up in his heart.

He obviously didn't do anything, why was he tied to the bed?

He doesn't understand and doesn't understand.

It was clearly a question, but his tone was pitifully soft.

Duan Yimo could even hear the faint tremor in his voice.

Are you scared?

Duan Yimo looked at the trembling figure in the darkness, and slowly stood up.

A strong oppressive atmosphere spread in the room, and even the temperature seemed to drop a bit.

"Are you scared?"

He took a step forward, and the leather shoes made a crisp and pleasant sound when they stepped on the floor.

But to Song Chubai's ears, it was more like the sound of some kind of judgment.

He bit his lip lightly, looked up at Duan Yimo, and said stubbornly: "I just don't understand."

He was obviously fine before, so why did he have to be handcuffed.

"Don't understand?" Duan Yimo chuckled, and his figure had already appeared in front of Song Chubai.

He reached out and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up, only to look at himself.

"Didn't you say you were leaving?"

Pressing his thumb on Song Chubai's lips, he fiddled with it.

"Why did you leave?"

His voice was extremely low, as if he was suppressing something.

"Am I bad to you?"

Song Chubai was taken aback, when did he say he was leaving?

He tried hard to think back, but he didn't notice that Duan Yimo's other hand slid down a little.

A cold touch came from his waist, and Song Chubai came back to his senses, and was about to explain, but his lips were blocked by Duan Yimo.

His words were drowned in his kiss, and he could only hum slightly.

The figure swayed, there was a chill in the air, but the body was hot.

In a daze, Song Chubai seemed to hear Duan Yimo's low sigh.

"Why do you want to leave me?"

Like resentment or anger, hiding a bit of possessiveness, surging in the dark.

He wanted to explain, but his body didn't seem to listen to him, and he couldn't make other sounds, so he could only be controlled by Duan Yimo, over and over again.

The heavy curtains blocked the light outside, Song Chubai didn't know how long it had passed, and he lost the concept of time passing.

He only remembered that Duan Yimo seemed to integrate him into his bones, strong and greedy, encroaching on the territory that originally belonged to him.

While groggy, his forehead was warm, and his low sighs could be heard beside his ears.

"Little daughter-in-law is really not good."

Duan Yimo hugged Song Chubai into his arms, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes were full of possessiveness that was no longer suppressed.

He is already his person, how could he want to leave him so badly?

He will never allow him to leave.

So this little black room came in handy after all.

Duan Yimo curled his lips, his eyes flashed with excitement and madness, and even the smile at the corner of his mouth was a little more excited.

The cold blood seemed to be boiling again, and every cell in the body was clamoring for possession and aggression.