The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 823
　　”No one loves you more than me.”
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　　In the dark environment, everything is drawn out for an extra long time, whether it is the passage of time or the pain in my heart.
　　He counted the meals that the other party brought to him three times a day, and suddenly found that the marks carved on the wall were densely packed, as many as 78.
　　26 days passed with no news.
　　He has gradually believed the other party’s words.
　　Fu Hanzhou was out of the country, and Feng Chengxiao was recovering from his injuries.
　　I just don’t know if Fu Hanzhou is still comfortable abroad. When he was in school, he would chat with foreigners in English. He learned foreign languages ​​so well, he should be able to be at home anywhere.
　　I don’t know if Feng Chengxiao’s leg is healed. The Feng family is so rich and they only have one precious son, Feng Chengxiao. They will definitely use their whole family’s efforts to find the most advanced doctors and equipment. Maybe they can cure it. …
　　The little figure sitting on the bed put his hands together, put his fingers on his forehead, and prayed quietly in his mouth, he
　　must cure Feng Chengxiao, and he must bless Feng Chengxiao to be healthy and safe.
　　He whispered a prayer for the best for everyone but himself.
　　Because he found that no one seemed to be able to save him…
　　The person who locked him up was too paranoid, no matter whether he was crying or making trouble these days, no matter how he hit the other person, no matter how hurtful he said, or maybe It was a low plea, all of which was of no use.
　　He made up his mind to lock himself here for the rest of his life.
　　Be his confinement.
　　Be a tool for him to vent his desires.
　　They will also use those names of love hypocritically.
　　The boy with his hands clasped together closed his eyes, his face was as white as paper, his eyelashes were trembling, he was fragile and helpless.
　　He drew a stroke on the wall in the endless darkness, and the wall was already covered with dense marks.
　　He hasn’t seen sunlight for a long time.
　　He had been alone in the dark underground for so long that every time he woke up from a dream, he would be in a trance. He felt that it was a lifetime ago that the sun was shining on his fingertips… What
　　was even more terrifying was that every time he woke up from a dream, he felt that it was a lifetime ago. The first time he regained consciousness, he could clearly feel the changes in himself.
　　About his body.
　　Those hateful changes that made him ashamed.
　　He may have suffered from Stockholm Syndrome.
　　Every time the light above his head appeared, the first thought that came to his mind was not disgust. His eyes would always light up unconsciously, and his heart would feel numb, as if a flower was blooming.
　　He should obviously hate the other party and hate the other party for imprisoning him.
　　But he felt shamelessly happy.
　　He would often feel happy first, glad that the other person came to accompany him again…
　　In this dark place, they were like two wild beasts, making peace in the dark.
　　At the beginning, he will feel humiliated and aggrieved; but as the number of times increases, the other party will easily bring him to the highest point.
　　The soft feeling of muscles and bones spread throughout the body, the pink and white insteps tightened, and even the petal-like toes curled together because of the comfort.
　　He heard himself make that embarrassing sound of sobbing with joy again.
　　He would even cater to the other person and take the initiative to put his breast into the other person’s mouth.
　　He thought he was crazy.
　　Like a flower that blooms in full bloom in the dark, the soul exudes the aura of decay and malaise.
　　He hates himself.
　　-Probably
　　because he stayed in the dark for too long, his hearing has become much sharper now. Before the iron plate was lifted and the weak light shone into the basement, he heard the familiar footsteps first. .
　　Like a zombie, he stood up and faced him.
　　The sun flashed past, and the familiar sound of shoes stepping on the wooden board was heard. He knew the scent of the man’s perfume very well, and even his behavior seemed to have been tamed.
　　The first time the other person’s shoes hit the floor, he took the initiative to shrink himself into the other person’s arms.
　　He despised himself and uncontrollably wanted to get warmth from the other person.
　　He hates himself, but also wants the other person to accompany him.
　　The overwhelming kiss fell, and the loose shirt was forcefully torn open by the other party.
　　The man was very tall and easily picked him up with one arm. While kissing him, he asked him,
　　”Is the baby good at home today? Do you miss your husband?”
　　Jiang Luoluo wanted to scold him, but she just opened her mouth. There was only a crack, and the other person’s tongue broke in.
　　The extremely aggressive kiss almost took away all the air in his mouth, and the fingers with sharp bones penetrated deep into the center of his legs.
　　He was kissed like a beached fish, panting in small mouths.
　　He was tortured until his eyes turned red, and his fingers gripped the man’s shoulders tightly, almost asking him to touch him.
　　But the other party just kissed him gently, then pulled away some distance, and continued to repeat the question,
　　”Is the baby good at home today? Do you miss your husband?”
　　The movements of the other party’s hands almost made him collapse. The sobs are so pitiful that even the hard-hearted can’t help but pity them.
　　But the person holding him in his arms was extremely hard-hearted.
　　If you don’t get his answer, you won’t be happy.
　　The wet tears on his face stained the man’s clothes, and the tears penetrated the thin shirt and stuck to the texture of his skin.
　　He cried so hard that in the end he had no choice but to take the initiative to hug the other person’s neck as if begging for mercy, put his cheek against it, and nuzzled the other person gently.
　　Her voice was light and soft, with the tail end still trembling slightly. She was crying and begging him in a low voice,
　　”I miss you, I miss you…”
　　”Give it to me.”
　　He was tortured so hard that he almost felt She squeezed into the man’s arms.
　　Her voice was sweet, almost like coquettishness, and she repeated with a cry,
