Zuo lightly handed over a piece of paper: "Wipe away your tears by yourself, and then kneel." ”

Wen Li didn't answer, stood there motionless, and returned to the original topic, embarrassment and humiliation hit him at the same time, so uncomfortable that he was a little out of breath, he lowered his head and asked, "...... Can you not kneel? ”

The other party directly gave a negative answer.

His heart hit rock bottom, and there was no luck.

Wen Li glanced at the door, thinking if he should try again, maybe run out?

Zuo Qing seemed to see through what he was thinking, and suddenly laughed mockingly, pulled the person into his arms, and covered the other party's mouth.

The familiar operation made him struggle in horror for an instant, his teeth biting into her palm, but the man didn't seem to feel pain, and his movements were even rougher than the last time he was in the toilet.

Wen Li suddenly collapsed and cried.

Zuo Qing put away his clothes and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner slightly to ensure that the other party would not get sick.

After doing all this, he stared at him coldly and said: "You are disobedient, I can only do this, the door is over there, if you still want to escape, you can leave now, I will never stop you, it will only be this time." ”

She always likes to say the most cruel things in the most bland tone.

Wen Li cried so hard that he hugged his knees, his shoulders trembling and his skin flushed pink. Zuo Qing sat in the chair, and from her angle she could still see a few ribs, which were not good-looking, too thin.

The boy didn't know how long he cried, but he lost his voice, he crouched on the cold tiles, and behind him was the desk, and he could hear the crisp sound of the man flipping through the papers, and the occasional rustle of the tip of the pen rolling over the paper.

"I'm full of crying." Zuo said playfully, without raising his head, and asked while looking at the documents, "Where is the bell around your neck?" Why didn't I see you wearing it? ”

Wen Li sat there, as if he hadn't heard, the whole person didn't move, and he didn't want to say anything.

She lowered her head and turned around, and her office chair turned with a slight noise.

"Have you studied the ten tortures of ancient China?" Zuo Qing asked inexplicably, she looked at the young man and continued: "Originated in the Yin Shang period, the Zhou Dynasty was happy to crack the car, the Spring and Autumn Period was executed, the Qin Dynasty loved to cook, the Three Kingdoms were good at peeling, and the Wei and Jin dynasties were beheaded, the Song Dynasty was hanged, the Han Palace was punished, and the most common thing during the war was to be buried alive, and there were many others, mostly bloody and cruel, but my favorite is not these, too much blood will affect the beauty, you say, which one should I use for you?" ”

Wen Li was horrified when he heard this, his face turned pale, and his arms trembled unconsciously.

Zuo Qing stood up, the cold leather boots entered the other party's field of vision strongly, and she looked at him condescendingly: "I have always felt that the tattoo created by the pre-Qin has the most time value, a simple brand, can make the prisoner always remember his identity, no matter how long it takes, the scar will be there, your skin is white, if the tattoo must be very beautiful." ”

“…… I don't want to. Wen leaned back and hid under the table, staring horrified at the feet in his field of vision, black, like demons from hell.

Left squatted down and dragged the person out.

The young man's body trembled, the trembling butterfly bones were delicate and beautiful, like a work of art carved inch by inch, she stretched out and stroked it, Wen Li instantly screamed in fright.

Zuo Qing lowered his head and blocked his mouth, swallowing out all sounds.