The sound of footsteps is especially clear on the cold streets.

A man with a silver mask on his face approached Su San with steady steps.

He first raised his hand, stretched out two fingers to probe the tip of Su San's nose, and his movements were like a very literate person.

The warm breath hit his fingers, and he took them back in the heat, shook his head, and twisted his body a little.

He stood quietly opposite Su San, feeling her steady breathing, looking at her sleeping face, his fingers stroked her cheek, and gently slid twice.

Su San slept very deeply, so he didn't react to the man's movements at all.

The greasy skin under his hands and the well-behaved sleeping face made the man a little obsessed.

He put down his hand, calmed his breath, carried Su San on his shoulder, and flew onto the roof with a single force.

In the darkness of the night, a dark shadow flickered twice and disappeared without a trace.

...

After the man left, calm returned to the streets.

After a quarter of an hour, a figure crossed the high wall of the yamen and landed where Su San had been standing.

"Hey, what about people, I obviously said that I was here!"

Coming is a trick of money.

Just now, when his grandfather was having dinner, he suddenly told him that the new little third son was here, let him come and send her back.

But there is no one at the moment, and it is so late again, thinking that her acupoint has been solved, so she left on her own.

Although Qian Zhao thought so, he still responsibly searched around the neighborhood twice, and made sure that the person was no longer here, so he went home and went back to his life.

"Master, Miss Su is not there."

"Well," I guess the little girl is still angry with him.

But at this time, Qian Feng's mood was very comfortable, and this feeling seemed to be happier than when he made money.

...

Su San opened his eyes in a daze, he was in a small dark room, it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.

The tip of the nose is a strong musty smell, and there is a fishy smell, and there is a smell that is not what it is, in short, it is very uncomfortable to smell in the nose.

At this time, her acupuncture points have been unlocked, but she has no strength in her body, and her limbs are weak.

Reaching out and touching it, he found a place that resembled a wall, and sat up and leaned against it.

The cold touch stimulated her brain and made her sober a lot.

"Squeak... "The old door was opened with such an ugly sound.

In the doorway stood a man who could only see the outline, holding a torch in his hand.

The situation inside the house was immediately apparent.

It was indeed a hut, but it was not big, and it looked smaller than her hut.

The house was messy, and there were things scattered around, but the torches were very dark, so I couldn't see it very clearly.

Su San shrank back and looked at the person standing at the door.

"The little one is quite energetic!"

His voice was unpleasant, like the sound of fingernails scraping against a blackboard, a little sharp, and it made people's hearts a little hairy.

Su Sanse shrank for a moment, and gently rubbed his hands holding his arms, trying to let the hairs that stood up lie on his skin meekly.

But external regulation no longer works.

The man at the door entered the door with torches and locked it with his back against the door.

Su San's lips trembled slightly, if you listened closely, you could hear her scolding Qian Feng, in just a few seconds, Qian Feng's ancestor eighteen generations had been greeted by Su San.

And Qian Feng, who was far away in the Yamen, was lying on the bed in a comfortable mood at this time, when suddenly Su San's goose egg face flashed in his mind, followed by irritability, and it was uncomfortable to lie down.

"Money Tricks"

"Master"

Qian Zhao, who was about to fall asleep on the beam of the house, turned over and landed, stood in front of Qian Feng's bed, and yawned.

"Change my bed, it's uncomfortable!"

“...”

Qian Feng glared at him, and Qian Zhao ran away.

...

"Don't be afraid, I'll be very gentle..."

It was that voice again, and the two were only a few steps away, and Su San was already able to confirm that the person in front of him was a man.

Then, she didn't dare to think about the next thing.

"You have to believe, in a while, you will definitely beg me."

The man stepped forward again, and the distance between him and Su San was no longer too close.

Su San wanted to retreat, but unfortunately, her back was already tightly pressed against the wall, and there was no chance to retreat.

"Big brother, uncle, uncle, I, I'm still underage, you... You're like this, no, not so good... Good. ”

Su San was so nervous that he was almost speechless, and his wide apricot eyes looked at the man with horror.

"Huh"

The man seemed to be satisfied, and his cold left hand picked up Su San's chin.

The two looked at each other.

The man's face was covered with a silver mask, and only one pair of eyes were exposed.

The light of the torch is dim and I can't see it clearly...

After a long time, when Su San blinked his eyes and shed a tear, the man spoke again.

"It's that kind of expression, it's really beautiful."

Su San raised her hand and grabbed the man's hand pinching her chin vigorously, struggling...

"Roar... Hahahaha..."

The man just looked at Su San like that, her mouse-like strength and delusional desire to pick off a man's hand...

What a whims!

"Hmph"

The man shook his big hand, stood up, and looked down at Su San.

Su San was thrown against the wall by his force, and his head slammed against the wall, and the buzzing sound lingered in his mind.

The waist was twisted even more, and the wound that was easy to heal seemed to be cracked again.

There was a slight feeling of pain.

Su San struggled with his sore body and sat against the wall again.

Looking up at the man: "You're the flower thief." ”

Her tone was affirmative, but she was even more certain that he was not among the people she put in prison that day.

His image was very unfamiliar to her mind, and his every move was perverted.

The man was silent, standing there looking at Su San coldly, as if he was appreciating Su San's struggle, and seemed to appreciate Su San's self-righteousness.

Suddenly, the man moved, and put the torch in his hand aside.

There was an upside-down bench with a beam on it, and the torch was pinned to the beam, which was just right.

Su San looked around, but unfortunately, there was only one door in the entire small hut, and the window was not on her side.

This environment is a dead end...

Su San was a little desperate and secretly clenched his fists.

Fluffy and unintimidating.

At this time, she is like felt meat on the board, ready to be slaughtered.

The man seemed to notice Su San's small movements, but he didn't pay attention to it at all.

clapped his hands, walked in front of Su San unhurriedly, squatted down with his empty hands.

"You know what..."

Su San swallowed nervously, for fear that he would pounce in the next second.

"I love the look of fear on your face."

"And then in me... When you enjoy it, the kind you show off..."