In the end, Lin Zichen still told Xia Youyang where to put her clothes, don't wonder why the original owner was imprisoned for four years, and he didn't even know where to put his clothes, it was really because as soon as Lin Zichen came, the original owner fought to the death, never stopped, and the clothes were all changed by Lin Zichen...... If it is said that making people dizzy is just to take a shower and change clothes, then it seems that it is not an exaggeration. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xia Youyang looked at the chains on his feet that had been re-shackled, and sighed weakly, sure enough, he was relieved that he was farting or something.

It's been two months like this, and it seems that I haven't seen him again except when I first came here, not that he doesn't come, he doesn't come to her to eat, and the chain length is not enough to reach the kitchen.

It's just that every time Xia Youyang wakes up, Lin Zichen is not there, but the meal is always hot on the table, so that Xia Youyang has a feeling that Lin Zichen is looking at himself at all times, and when he sees that he is about to wake up, he goes out, there is no doubt that Xia Youyang guessed right.

It's just that this reason is incomprehensible to Xia Yuyang.

Lin Zichen didn't know why, since that Xia Youyang accepted him, every time he faced her, his heart was always beating the drum, and this feeling of panic made him happy and scared, so he could only come quietly and leave quietly every time.

At night, he stayed overnight, and she seemed too relieved to find out once.

In order to prevent the original owner from asking for help, Lin Zichen pulled out everything that could communicate as early as the first day she was locked in, should cut and cut, should be pulled, it is really unrelenting, the poor original owner's activity space is limited to this small house, bored or in a daze, or read those obscure foreign books in his study, under Lin Zichen's tutelage, the original owner is also a little girl who is proficient in five Chinese.

Dragged the heavy chain to the bookshelf with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and the white and slender fingers slowly slid from this end of the bookshelf to the other end of the bookshelf, sometimes pulling out a book from it and looking at it a few times, if it didn't feel it, it was put back in place, and the action just now was repeated.

In the quiet room, only the sound of chains and the sound of turning pages can be heard, and the warm orange sunlight slanted in, all sprinkled on the girl who was focused on reading, reflecting the already porcelain white and delicate skin that was almost transparent, as if it would suddenly disappear into this oblique space in the next second.

Lin Zichen's eyes moved slightly, and the dark tide seemed to be surging under his eyes, covering the look hidden in his eyes.

"How to read this kind of book. An elegant cello-like voice suddenly sounded behind the girl.

The silence was abruptly interrupted, and the air seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and after a little confusion, it returned to calm.

"Suddenly, I thought these books were very good. "This is not Xia Youyang's nonsense, although the books on the bookshelf are about to be turned over by the original owner, after all, I haven't read it myself, and I think it's very well written.

Lin Zichen quietly stared at the girl's soft face, which was not a delicate and beautiful face, but it looked gentle and natural, shorter than a head of herself, petite and pitiful, if there was no fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose, looking at the facial features blurred in the sun, a pair of autumn eyes seemed to bend a pleasing arc.

Maybe she, not very suitable, lives under her own wing, which is not fair to her.

"Melodious, hate me?"

Lin Zichen said this sentence that seemed to be a question in a daze.

Xia Youyang was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "There is hatred, hatred, I want you to die......" Still smiling, but the words that can be spit out of his mouth are extremely ruthless.

Speaking of this, Xia Yuyang stopped.

Lin Zichen was a little confused, and the huge panic that rose in his heart seemed to entail him, and his whole body was cold and stiff, like a fish out of water.

The temperature around him plummeted to freezing, as if even the warm blood was about to clot.

The brilliant streamer in his eyes gradually blackened with ink, until the last shredded light remained.