Someone rang the doorbell.

Neil, who was busy in the real room, put down the welding tools in his hand and glanced casually at the surveillance screen embedded in the wall. Suddenly, as if he had seen something that surprised him, he quickly took off his protective glasses and strode over to the surveillance screen.

Outside the door stood a lean man in a cheap shirt, who stared at the doorbell for a long time before he rang it again.

Neil immediately ran out of the room.

When Neil opened the door, the man who had given up and continued to ring the doorbell had already walked ten meters away.

He immediately rushed up and grabbed him by the wrist.

Neil's strength was great, and Heather's wrist was pulled by him, but Heather didn't dare to break free.

The moment Heather turned around and saw Neil, her first thought was that he looked even darker than before. The thought that Neil had become like this was most likely because of himself, and Heather's heart was filled with guilt and self-blame.

In the past five years, he had thought about a lot of things to say when he met Neil again, but when it came to meeting him, he realized that he couldn't say anything.

Because it's wrong to say anything.

He saw anger in Neil's always indifferent blue eyes, and he wanted to run away, but the other party obviously didn't want to give him this opportunity.

Neil grabbed Heather's hand and dragged him into his house against his will.

Once inside, Neil locked the door and dragged Heather into the bedroom.

Heather was pressed against the wall by Neil, her hands clasped behind her back, and then Heather felt a chill on her wrists, as if something had been put on her.

Neil let go of Heather, and Heather turned her head to look at the heavy thing on her wrists, only to realize that it was handcuffs.

Heather's face darkened, and she scolded, "Are you sick?" Let go of me! ”

Neil ignored him and dragged him by the collar to his room.

Heather's face flushed with anger, and he wanted to kick Neil hard, but remembering what he had done to Neil, he finally endured it.

Neil took him to the room, found a chair for him to sit down, and ran to the workbench again.

Heather, who leaned back in his chair and watched Neil's busy figure, suddenly felt sad, he had been following Neil's news for the past five years. He knew that after graduating, Neil refused the invitation of the military department and went to work as an engineer at a large mecha company. But after only two years, Neil quit his job and opened his own studio, specializing in tailor-made private mechs for the wealthy.

The quality of the mecha made by Neil is very good, and they are all high-end mecha customized by private people, which are quickly sought after by some rich children.

Over the past few years, Neil has made a lot of money by relying on private custom mechas.

Heather never understood why Neil would do such a thing, it wasn't something that the Niel he knew would do.

Neil is not a desirable/desirable person, and he loves mecha building more than money. In Heather's idea, Neil should accept the invitation of the military department as soon as he graduates, so that he can get access to more high-end military mechs, which is also Neil's dream all along.

Later, after accidentally learning that the person who had been spending a lot of money to entrust the bounty hunter to find him was actually Neil, Heather realized that Neil gave up his dream because of him, so he mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell of Neil's house today.

But now, Neil must still be resentful of him.

Anyone who is betrayed by someone they trust will feel angry, and Neil will certainly be no exception.

Heather knew that this qiē was his own doing, and he laughed at himself: "I'm a fugitive now, of course I'm going to be handcuffed." Are you going to send me to the patrol when you're done? ”

Neil turned his head to look at him, ignoring him.

Heather was so uncomfortable that he walked up to Neil, crouched down, looked up at him, and asked, "Do you hate me now?" ”

Neil continued to ignore him, busily assembling parts.

Heather's heart was desolate, Neil didn't want to talk to him, how much did he hate him now?

He lowered his head, his eyes buried in the haze of slightly long bangs. "You deserve to hate me, back then—"

Slender fingers clasped his chin, interrupting his words, and then the fingers pressed slightly, forcing him to look up. He crashed into Neil's deep, dark eyes, and the ocean-deep pupils seemed to carry a kind of magic. Staring into those eyes, Heather had the illusion that he seemed to be caught in a whirlpool, and that his body and mind were going to sink into it.

"Hungry?" Neil asked in a loud voice.

Heather was stunned and came back to her senses. He looked away and nodded embarrassedly.

"What do you want to eat?"

Heather licked her lips and answered honestly, "Roast." ”

Neil let go of him, got up and walked out of the room.

Soon, Neil had the barbecue tools on the table.

Heather knew that Neil's family would have meat, because he, like Neil, was not a vegetarian.

Neil asked him to sit down, and he asked in a consultative tone, "You can always take the handcuffs off for dinner, right?" ”

Neil placed the slices of meat on the greased barbecue plate, not intending to remove the handcuffs from Heather's hands.

"Do you want me to watch you eat?"

Neil flipped the slices over and brushed them with the sauce.

It seems that today I can only watch others eat meat, Heather sullenly stared at the "sizzling" slices of meat on the barbecue plate, and her saliva was about to fall.

Neil picked up a slice of lettuce, rolled the roasted slices into it, brushed it with a layer of sauce, and brought it to Heather's mouth.

Heather subconsciously opened his mouth to take a bite, but the meat slice did not break, and he had to eat the rest of the lettuce and meat slice by Neil's hand.

"Hey, you're not going to feed me like this all the time, are you? How troublesome, if you just untie my handcuffs, I swear I won't run away. ”

Neil had rolled up the second slice of meat and brought it to Heather's mouth.

"What did you take me for? I want my mother to feed me—"

Neil shoved the roast into Heather's mouth and stopped him.

Heather, who was chewing on the roast meat in his mouth, knew that Neil would not help him remove the handcuffs, so he had to give up the struggle and obediently accept Neil's offering.

After eating, Neil cleaned up and took Heather to the room and sat him down and watched him work until seven o'clock in the evening.

Heather straightened her legs in boredom and squinted in her chair.

In the blur, he felt that someone was holding his waist and hugging him horizontally, and the wandering life in the past five years had made him much more alert. He jerked awake and tried to punch his men, but he found his hands cuffed.

"Don't move." Neil tightened his arms and let Heather lean against his chest. "Go to bed."

The strong smell of oil on Neil's body went straight to Heather's nose, and he didn't hate the smell, but his heart beat faster because of the smell, and he blushed for no reason.

"I'm going to take a shower." Heather said sullenly, "After a day in your real room, my body is full of smells. ”

Neil had already walked into the bedroom, and he kicked open the door to the bathroom in the bedroom and put Heather down.

"Now you can uncuff me?" Heather asked.

Neil walked over to the tub to put water in after washing his hands at the sink, and Heather leaned over and muttered dissatisfiedly, "How can I take a shower if you don't untie it for me?" I can't even take off my clothes! ”

Neil turned and grabbed the collar of Heather's shirt and tugged hard, tearing his shirt into pieces.

"What are you doing?"

"This dress is not for you."

"You don't care if it's right for me! You didn't buy it for me! ”

Neil grabbed Heather's arm and continued to tear at his shirt until he had removed all of Heather's shirt, which looked very cheap and tasteless, from Heather's body, and then he let Heather go.

The skin on Heather's chest was almost transparent, and a tender red spot stood slightly erect under the steaming mist of hot water in the bathtub, which matched the blushing face and watery blue eyes of the person in front of him at this time, like a natural delicacy placed in front of him.

Even if he was as calm as Neil, his gaze couldn't help but linger on Heather's chest for a few more seconds, and he quickly reacted, looked away, and rolled up his sleeve to turn on the water at the shower head.

Heather's face flushed, and he was so ashamed that he couldn't understand when Neil had become such a person.

"You're not going to take a shower for me, are you?"

Neil adjusted the temperature of the shower and turned to Heather, "Shall I take it off or do you take it off yourself?" ”

Heather was so angry that her shoulders kept shaking. "Are you a pervert? Or is it your hobby to help others take a bath? ”

Seeing that Heather would not cooperate, Neil simply walked over and put his hand on his waist. Heather kicked him with her knee, but he held him down.

"Don't mess around." Neil's tone was like that of an elder coaxing a disobedient child.

Heather's heart softened, she gritted her teeth and turned her face away, and went with Neil.

Neil unbuckled Heather's pants and pulled them off. He deliberately didn't touch Heather's body, but he still felt him tremble.

Heather was stripped of only a pair of panties, and he hesitated at this time.

"Don't." Heather looked at him pitifully, "That's fine." ”

Neil took him by the arm and led him to the showerhead.

Heather knew that Neil was determined to help him take a bath, and although Neil's movements were ambiguous, he knew that Neil's actions were not emotional/erotic. But when Neil stood in front of him, ripped off his clothes, and took off his pants, his heart beat frighteningly, and his body trembled and fever with his fingers that were so close to him and refused to touch him.

The warm water was drenched on his head, and he was stripped naked and drenched, but Neil, who was standing in front of him and refused to leave, was still well-dressed, looking at himself with that kind of gaze without any color, and under this double stimulation, Heather's body gradually reacted.

He immediately turned around and turned his back to Neil, not wanting him to discover his anomaly.

But he felt Neil's breath getting closer and closer, and he wanted to escape, but Neil grabbed his arm before him.

"I'll wash your hair." Neil reassured, "Don't be afraid. ”

Heather nodded obediently.

He didn't hear the desire that Neil had forcibly suppressed in his hoarse voice, and he didn't know how tempting it was to have his pink red body, which was wet with warm water.