In the dead of night, the moon is white.

Zhou Yimo woke up from the nightmare, and she subconsciously moved closer to the warmth behind her.

Feeling the big hand on his waist faintly retracted, Zhou Yimo thought in a trance - the lover lying next to him didn't seem to be his favorite type, how did they get together in the first place?

The question mark became bigger and bigger, the memory fragments began to gradually return, Zhou Yimo's back was soaked in cold sweat, and then she never fell asleep again all night.

At this moment, she looked at the man in front of her who was cooking in the kitchen, and she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine and a numb scalp.

The man was tall, with a slender neck, and the back muscles under his shirt loomed as he stirred, and his back looked fascinating, but—

"The meal is ready, come and eat. ”

The man's deep voice thought about Zhou Yimo's thoughts, he brought the dishes to the table, and walked over to Zhou Yimo.

A large, dry and warm hand covered her hair and stroked it gently, as if it were a very precious treasure.

Zhou Yimo's hairs stood up instantly, feeling disgusted and resistant.

Fortunately, this stiff change in her didn't have time to fall into Jiang Chi's eyes, and he had already turned around and uncovered his apron to get the dishes and chopsticks.

Zhou Yimo forced himself to recall the way he got along with him in the past half a month, restrained his emotions, followed his instructions to the dining table, and calmly cast his eyes on the hot dishes in front of him.

Jiang Chi, who was serving the meal, heard that she was seated, turned his head to fix the realization on her body, and said lightly, "It's all what you loved to eat before, and I learned from Aunt Chun for a long time to make it." ”

Zhou Yimo looked at him expressionlessly as usual and nodded, indicating that he knew.

Eating eggplants with no good feelings, she was thinking about how to escape from this two-story villa, so she just had to shake her head and nod her head, but she was still worried about this meal.

Not long ago, the Polytechnic University had just opened, and Zhou Yimo, who was already a sophomore, left the school after finishing the class and went to the gym on Chengsheng Road to take a yoga class.

When she arrived at school, it was already half past nine in the evening, and in order to get back to the dormitory before the dormitory aunt closed, she copied a relatively secluded path.

It stands to reason that there is nothing wrong with taking this road, except that it is old and dilapidated, and the dark woods on both sides of the road look a little scary.

But there is a group of students behind her, a few tall and strong boys slapping the ball and laughing, and listening to songs with headphones can barely block the loud voice of this group of hot-blooded young people.

That's what she thought until she was hit by a heavy object in the back of her head and her eyes went black.

When she woke up again, her limbs were weak, and she was pressed somewhere, and there was a tingling sensation in her back, as if some cold liquid had been injected into her body.

And the last scene Zhou Yimo saw before she lost consciousness was this strange man named Jiang Chi, with red eyes and a distorted face staring at her.

This person is a kidnapper, and it is likely that he is also a psychopath, Zhou Yimo clearly realized.

After being injected with an unknown object, she seemed to have become a robot who could only understand instructions for half a month, obeying all the instructions of the man who claimed to be her lover, eating, sleeping and living with him, without the slightest suspicion of the loopholes and lies he had fabricated.

She gradually regained her memory last night, and the man with good table manners in front of her seemed to realize nothing.

She had to escape as soon as possible, on the one hand, she was afraid that she would show her flaws, and on the other hand, she was very anxious.

She had been missing for a week, and her mother and friends must have been in a hurry.

Zhou Yimo buried her head in eating, not daring to look up at the person opposite, she was afraid that she would not be able to control the hatred in her eyes.

She didn't need to clean up the dishes and chopsticks after eating, she sat on the sofa and watched TV, but her eyes looked at the thickened glass window that had never been opened, and the iron bars outside the window.

Jiang Chi often did these housework in the past two months, and his hands and feet were very neat, and after he turned around the stove with a rag, he finished cleaning up.

He washed his hands with soap, walked to the sofa and sat down in a few steps, looking at Zhou Yimo watching the variety show he called out intently.

That docile and quiet appearance made him feel a little trance and sweetness of remembering the past.

Jiang Chi wrapped his long arms, wrapped Zhou Yimo tightly in his arms, rubbed the top of her black hair with his chin, and watched the show with her.

The clock turned to one o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Chi got up to change his clothes, and when he came out again, he was already a social elite in a suit like a dog.

Jiang Chi's tall nose bridge has more silver-edged eyes than just now, and the black eyes covered by lenses add a bit of seriousness and sharpness to him, Zhou Yimo leaned over to tie him in accordance with the "rules" as usual.

Seeing a small brown mole at the end of his eyebrows between his low eyebrows, as well as long eyelashes like black feathers between his drooping eyes, Zhou Yimo thought to himself, this is what Sven scum is talking about.

Jiang Chi quietly looked at Zhou Yimo, who was wearing a tie, and suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Do you miss me?"

Zhou Yimo's heart jumped, he didn't expect him to ask a question suddenly, instead of giving instructions, just nodding as if he was eating.

It was obviously a flat reaction, but he couldn't control the corners of his mouth slightly, and the cold and hard lines softened a lot.

"Then I'll be back early today. ”

Jiang Chi raised his eyebrows, his eyes were dark, he held up Zhou Yimo's face with the palm of his hand, looked at her lowered eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes for a while, and kissed her.

After the kiss, Jiang Chi's tall body shrank down, he leaned his head on the side of Zhou Yimo's neck, and exhaled a long breath after a long time before letting go.

Zhou Yimo's gaze swept over his reddish earlobes, and he forcibly endured the turbulent waves rolling under his heart.

This is the first time in half a month that the two of them have had such intimate contact.

Jiang Chi covered his hand with a black porcelain doorknob, and the light source on the edge of the doorknob lit up with blue light, he turned around and said something, and saw Zhou Yimo nodding before slowly closing the door.

When the door closed again, and after watching the doorknob turn into a bland black color again, Zhou Yimo's face instantly turned cold, and his steps towards the toilet became faster and faster.

As soon as she closed the door, she vomited wildly, and the seafood and eggplant she had eaten at noon, as well as the saliva that had just been exchanged, all fell into the bone china washbasin.

She has the object of longing, and she also has a beautiful imagination of her first kiss, but now she has been ruined by a psychopath.

Zhou Yimo broke the faucet to rinse the filth, propped his hands on the edge of the sink, looked at himself in the mirror with slightly red eyes, and was a little stunned.

It may be that I haven't looked in the mirror for a long time, and I feel strange when I look at my face.

Zhou Yimo washed her face with cold water, not wanting to spend time observing what she looked like, so after quietly staying in the bathroom for a while, she forced herself to calm down.

Five minutes later, Zhou Yimo walked out slowly, went upstairs and entered the study.

It seems that a lot of thought has been put into the decoration of this study, and it is estimated that hundreds of thousands of dollars can not be touched just by the oak bookshelves that look like a wall and the full of foreign books.

It's a pity that the master is a neurotic who doesn't do good things, Zhou Yimo thought coldly, and then, as usual, took away a wordless comic prepared for her by Jiang Chi on the desk.

Walk to the carpeted lounge area in the corner of the room, where there are two Japanese mats and a soft lazy sofa, on which the warm afternoon sun falls.

Zhou Yimo took off her shoes to the side, casually glanced at the running surveillance in the upper right corner of the room, and then sat down on the sofa.

The monitoring in the room was installed by Jiang Chi with her own eyes, and he also said seriously that it was to protect her safety, except for the bathroom and bathroom, basically the entire villa has been fully covered.

Thinking of the kiss just now, Zhou Yimo pursed her lips, only to feel that there was a fire running around in her heart, which made her want to get up and smash those monitors.

Zhou Yimo controlled her emotions in a few deep breaths, she didn't even have the certainty of opening the door now, and she couldn't act rashly.

In her memory of the past half a month, once a lady came to the door to send some documents to Jiang Chi, and when she went out, the doorknob under her hand emitted a red light, and finally she had to get out of the way awkwardly, waiting for Jiang Chi to open the door with her own hands.

At noon when the sun was just right, Zhou Yimo turned the book from time to time, and she had been thinking about how to escape, and the white paper and color ink did not leave the slightest trace in her eyes.

Jiang Chi entered the house before four o'clock, earlier than usual, and the vegetable bag he was carrying in his hand seemed very inconsistent with the haute couture suit on his body.

Putting the dishes on the cooking table in the open kitchen, Jiang Chi went upstairs and saw Zhou Yimo in the study.

He watched quietly at the door, went back to his room to change into his home clothes, and returned to the study with a few papers in his hand.

Neither of them spoke, and the only sound in the study was the sound of papers turning.

At around five o'clock, Jiang Chi first put down the documents in his hand, unfolded the foldable smartphone in his hand, tapped lightly on the laser projection keyboard, and sent an email out.

With that, he took off his glasses and pinched his fingers between his eyebrows a few times, deepening the serious vertical mark.

Jiang Chi's shoulders were sprinkled with dim sunlight, the room was not lit, and the upper half of his face was immersed in darkness, obviously making people unable to see his expression clearly, but at this moment, Zhou Yimo didn't even need to look up, he could feel the gaze gathered on him.

Deep, obscure, and incomprehensible.

Here it is again, he always looks at himself like this, Zhou Yimo's face does not change, and his subordinates are holding the pages of the book but secretly aggravated.

"Let's go downstairs, it's time to eat. ”

A big white hand helped her put on her slippers, and Zhou Yimo stared at the slightly bulging green tendons on Jiang Chi's arm and nodded slowly.

Jiang Chi pulled her hand downstairs, turned on the TV and pressed the remote control board a few times, calling up the variety show that she hadn't finished watching in the morning.

He squatted down, raised his gaze slightly to focus on Zhou Yimo, who was sitting on the sofa, rubbed the back of her hand with his palm, and said slowly, "I don't cook as good as you, I wronged you." When your memory returns, it's your turn to cook for me for the rest of my life...... Let's say okay. ”

Zhou Yimo said in his heart, you just dream.

When he finished eating, the sky outside the window had turned dark red, Jiang Chi was cleaning up the dirty meal, only to hear a "sting", and when he turned his head, he saw a broken plate broken at Zhou Yimo's feet.

"Don't move!" Jiang Chi frowned and said sharply, walked over in three steps and two steps, pulled Zhou Yimo aside, frowned to check if she was injured, and only after seeing that she was okay did he feel relieved to find a cleaning tool.

And Zhou Yimo almost reached out and picked up a piece of ceramic that looked very sharp almost as soon as he turned around and walked into the kitchen.

She was wearing pajamas, which she had no pockets, and she did not dare to put anything in her hands, so she had to pin the pottery shard to the elastic band of the waistband of her trousers.

Jiang Chi walked in her direction, holding a dustpan and a broom in both hands, and asked her to take a bath first, and then come to sweep here by herself.

Zhou Yimo secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and walked upstairs, to be honest, she didn't know what the meaning of this person was to kidnap the girl to play with him.

But tonight is going to do it anyway, because yesterday she heard this man call that someone would come to her at noon tomorrow to "run a test".

She couldn't even pretend to be stupid to deceive Jiang Chi, let alone another one.

The house is not small, with a master bedroom, and a second bedroom, each with a bathroom. She lived in the big bedroom, and Jiang Chi slept with her for half of the ten days, and half of the time he watched her fall asleep before leaving.

Zhou Yimo took a change of clothes and went into the master bedroom bathroom to take a shower, and found a place to hide the ceramic piece, thinking that this ceramic piece might be broken, she took a piece of cloth on the dirty clothes and hugged the part she was holding.

After a shower, it's time for daily entertainment – arcade classics for two.

What is surprising is that Jiang Chi can still play very seriously every time, and occasionally win her, a little girl whose game operation level has plummeted, can make his serious-looking face a little childish.

Zhou Yimo didn't want to think about these things, she washed carefully and slowly as usual, and when she came out, she saw that Jiang Chi had already found a place to sit.

Jiang Chi, who had just finished taking a shower, was still wrapped in the mist of the bathroom, and his bathrobe was also half-hung on his chest, revealing an excellent figure.

Zhou Yimo's palms were cold and sweaty, and although she knew that Jiang Chi would not do anything to her, she was still nervous.

The two of them played games in the quilt with the air conditioner on, and it wasn't until Zhou Yimo also pretended to be sleepy and yawned that Jiang Chi took the game controller in her hand and signaled that it was time to sleep.

Before turning off the light, Jiang Chi looked at her sleepy expression and raised the corners of his mouth, he seemed to be very happy today.

Jiang Chi lay on the bed and grabbed her from behind, and after a while, he rubbed her back with the tip of his tall nose, and said something in a very soft voice, Zhou Yimo couldn't hear it clearly, and he didn't react anymore, and his breathing gradually became long.

Jiang Chi only thought that she was asleep, and the moonlight faintly illuminated his handsome eyebrows with a little gloomy color, only to hear him sigh softly, "Bubbles, we can finally get married." ”

The night was completely silent.

After a long time, Zhou Yimo opened a pair of clear eyes, ignored the warm breath that slapped on his neck, moved his hand around his waist, and walked lazily into the bathroom with his slippers.

With the sound of the toilet flushing, she pulled out the ceramic piece hidden under the bath amen.

Leaving the slippers in place, pushing open the hidden door with one hand, the barefoot Zhou Yimo walked back to the bedroom like a cat.