“Mm… let me…”
As Jih Cheng spoke, Chuzheng’s tongue took the opportunity to pry open his lips, sliding in, tangling with his without letting go.
The young man’s mouth still carried the sweet taste from the sweets.
That fragrant flavor gradually filled the space between them.
“Be good, don’t cry,” Chuzheng whispered against his lips, with a hint of warning, “And don’t even think about running away.”
The words the Good Person Card said today, weren’t they all about wanting to run away?
Naturally, he must be locked up!
“What…” flushed and agitated with his body involuntarily responding, Jih Cheng spoke with uneven breaths.
“Are you hungry?”
“You…”
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
Chuzheng didn’t give him a chance to speak, standing up and leaving the room.
Jih Cheng sat on the bed in a daze, and after a moment he heard the sound of the door being locked.
Jih Cheng suddenly remembered the image of the worker changing the lock.
He leaped off the bed and pulled at the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Chuzheng!” Jih Cheng banged on the door: “Why did you lock the door?”
There was no response from outside.
What did she want to do?
She had clearly been ignoring him before.
Jih Cheng took out his phone and called Chuzheng.
“Why did you lock the door?” Jih Cheng demanded.
“If you run away, it’s tiring for me to look for you,” Chuzheng’s matter-of-fact voice came through: “You better behave, or else I’ll break your legs, understand?”
Jih Cheng: “…”
Jih Cheng didn’t say anything for a long while, and Chuzheng didn’t hang up either.
She was talking to someone on the other end, and after a moment, it quieted down, and he could hear her breathing.
“Are you going to keep me locked up?” Jih Cheng murmured.
“Yeah, who told you to think about running away.”
“…”
He wanted to run away?
When had he…
Jih Cheng thought about what he said to her today.
Is this how she understood the words he said today?
Both kept the line open, but neither spoke another word.
Jih Cheng didn’t know what to say; he still felt a bit dazed.
Half an hour later, Chuzheng came back and placed some food in front of him, most of which was sweet.
“Eat something.”
Jih Cheng silently stared at the food.
He didn’t want to eat anything right now, his mind was in complete disarray, no longer knowing how to think.
Or rather, from where to begin thinking.
What on earth was she doing?
Jih Cheng lay back down on the bed, curling up; he needed to calm down.
Chuzheng came over and felt around on him.
“What are you doing?”
“Give me your phone.”
“…”
Jih Cheng clutched his phone, preventing Chuzheng from taking it.
Chuzheng pressed down on his wrist, forcibly taking the phone from him.
The boy’s eyes, slightly red-rimmed, widened in disbelief.
Chuzheng held his wrist up high, above his head, and kissed him, under the boy’s astonished gaze.
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