Not long ago, Gong Chiruo gave Chu Li a pair of jade bracelets, and the white wall was unparalleled. Now, what he brought to Lan Qingchuan were shackles and delicate shackles.

How could Lan Qingchuan be willing, this heavy set of chains was forced on her by Gong Chiruo, and she didn't have the right to say no, no matter how she struggled, it was useless.

Miyachi Ruo was very satisfied. He looked up and smiled as he weighed the chains between her ankles, his long hair hanging down on the carpet, blinding black, like a beautiful monster.

Lan Qingchuan sat on the chair, motionless, not even looking at him.

It was a vicious humiliation for her, and she was exhausted, her dignity was lost, and she hated him all the more.

Returning to Delin Garden, this territory in Europe has become a nightmare for Lan Qingchuan. If Gong Chi locks her, she has no fear.

"What the hell do you want? Miyachi Ruo, what do you get by doing this? ”

"Can you be treated better for prisoners?" He threw away the chain and landed on the carpet with a click, then he stood up and looked down at her indifferently, "Chu Li, this is the most suitable for you." He was so vicious, "You won't have a chance to leave me again." ”

"I'm Lan Qingchuan." She repeatedly emphasized, "Miyachi Ruo, what do you want? Continue your stupid cultivation game? ”

"I've never been who you're in. I'm going to run into you, it's a complete mistake. What do you mean by locking me up, why don't you be knocked unconscious and thrown into the sea like you did at the beginning. ”

"You mouth," he said coldly, pinching her chin, "and dare to disobey me." Of course you're not Chu Li, and I won't show mercy to your men. "His eyes were too pale in color, cold, without temperature, so good-looking, and so dangerous.

"And what do you want me to become?" She scoffed, "Miyaike Ruo, I'm telling you, don't think about it. She shook the chains on her feet, and her voice was dull and cold, "It's useless to lock me." ”

"You're right, you should have been thrown into the sea in the first place." The black-clothed and black-haired man, with a beautiful face without much blood, said cruel words, "It's not too late to throw it away." ”

Lan Qingchuan smiled, indifferent and mocking.

She is not in good health and needs to recuperate, but the huge Delin Garden only makes her feel extremely depressed.

It was raining heavily today, crackling on the banana trees outside the window. The rain fell on the big green leaves, and the small courtyard was filled with a stream of water that flowed down the cobblestone path, and everything was lost in the mist.

Miyachi Ruo came back a little late, and there were still droplets of water on his black hair. When Lan Qingchuan was brought, he was changing into the handmade moire satin shoes. Standing beside him was Gong Nanmu, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

It's a rainy day, and he looks in a good mood, "Sit down, Chu Li." ”

She was wearing a water-blue cheongsam, her face was plain, and her eyes were calm. The chains were still locked on their feet, damp with rain, and the clattering sound was clear on the carpetless floor.

Because of the shackles, she could only wear skirts, whether it was a loose and delicate dress or a Chinese silk cheongsam, she was too slender and did not dress to his satisfaction, cold and haggard.

The chains were heavy, and Gong Chiruo stepped forward to check, and sure enough, a piece of red on his ankle and some of the epidermis had been worn off. He looked quite distressed, "You don't need to wear it after bathing at night, I will tell you to go down." If you behave well, you don't need to wear it when you wake up tomorrow morning. ”