The small space of less than five square meters is dark and cramped.

The antique piano stand is in the center.

The tall man sat on a stool behind him, his long, knobby fingers fluttering on the keys, as if he was immersed in playing.

In the corner, an old-fashioned vinyl record player turns slowly and a song is played.

The sound of the piano and the singing are perfectly intertwined.

And it became a gloomy and pure note, flowing silently.

In the other corner, a dilapidated soft carpet was spread.

The washed white suede was stained with patches of faded blood.

At this time, the unconscious stunning girl was half-wrapped in it...... Not an inch.

Only the same old dark red rope wrapped around her, vaguely blocking the leaking spring color.

But it's becoming more and more imaginative.

Long black hair, bright red ropes, and cold white skin...... It constitutes an extremely weird and extremely bewitching picture.

Similar to the scene in the MV of "Hitman".

Exactly a standard little black room captivity scene.

Until......

The girl's long eyelashes trembled, and she finally opened her eyes slowly.

Yan Yu woke up from her dark and sweet dream, the corners of her lips silently escaped with a light sigh, and the upward arc was especially with a happy smile after making up for sleep.

But only for a moment.

The moment when the drowsiness of the eyes comes into view, the moment when the weak state of the parasite is reflected in the mind.

She was stunned, as if she was completely shocked by the current situation.

The breath in the corner quietly fell into chaos.

The last string of notes also falls exactly.

Dead silence began to creep in.

The pianist, who had always had his back to the girl, stood up silently, turned around, and walked towards her step by step.

Under the inhuman sense, the darkness is like day.

However, the moment he stopped playing, the girl goddess closed his eyes as if he was escaping......

In a weak mortal posture, I feel this novelty and ...... An inexplicably familiar experience.

Until a pair of cold hands caressed his cheeks.

She was pulled into her usual embrace like a doll.

"It's the secret room I used to use when I was a kid."

The warm breath rings in my ears that is completely different from the temperature of my palm.

The man sighed and swept around as if nostalgic.

But in fact, you don't need to look at it at all, everything in the room is already familiar to you.

Antique piano.

Jukebox for harmony.

A worn, blood-stained blanket.

Bright red ropes.

It's all things he's used before.

"So what?" The girl's response rang out beneath him, low score and unclear emotion.

"What does this have to do with where I am now?"

The man chuckled lowly.

"It is said that the most important thing between lovers is sharing."

He sighed.

"Baby, I've shared everything...... And you, shouldn't you be fair to me? ”

There is no such thing as "Bo Yiyuan".

Completely different personality and unpredictable ability from "Shen Mo".

Just like Jiang Jingran in the past, suddenly it became different overnight, and it was even several times more shocking.

The real reason for Jiang Jingran, and the unpredictable and prophetic calculations.

……

She unabashedly showed one suspicion after another in front of him, but she never explained.

"Do you care?" Yan Yu was stunned again, and her voice was still fluttering lightly.

"I've heard that lovers can be more happy if they keep a little space for each other."

"How so?" The man played with her hair.

"True lovers should naturally be intimate."

Yan Yan: "What if...... I don't want to? ”

"I can wait."

He was tolerant and authentic, and his low-magnetic voice was like an impenetrable net, enveloping her little by little.

"I'll be with you and figure it out here slowly."

So...... "You want to keep me locked up?" ”

The moment she heard the sentence "comfort", the girl's stiff body finally trembled, and her suppressed emotions collapsed instantly-

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Senior: Baby, your role today is a weak girl who is forced to play in a black room (smile. JPG）

Yan Yan: Hmm...... (Teamwork. GIF）