Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Fūya Ling lowered his eyes and frowned, his face grim. He said in a defiant voice, "No, you've already brought me here. You can't keep watching me."

Kikuchi's kind expression suddenly turned cold. He reached out and pinched Furuya Rei's jaw, saying in a dangerous tone, "Don't you realize your situation yet? You'll never be able to get rid of me in this lifetime!"

He grabbed the blond young man's arm and strode towards the bedroom.

Fūya Rei was forced to stumble behind him, his face terrified and fragile: "Let me go, let me go, I'll do whatever you say..."

The bedroom door slammed shut.

In the poorly soundproofed room, only the faint sounds of violent collisions and a few unintentionally leaked painful whimpers could be heard.

The second floor of the villa was completely dark. A vague figure leaned against the railing, and a smile laced his voice as he sighed softly, "What a poor little thing! No wonder he's so reluctant to have other people come home."

He said excitedly, "Let Uncle Yaren come and save you."

In the bedroom, the moment the door closed, Kikuchi sat down on the floor, panting.

His body was still weak and hadn't recovered yet, so a three or four-year-old kid could have knocked him over. It was only because his partner cooperated well that he saved his face.

After resting for a while, Kikuchi took out a tape recorder and placed it at the door of the room, playing a sound that would make people blush.

Unfortunately, the two people in the room acted as if they hadn't heard anything. Fūya Rei lazily leaned on the tatami, his expression completely fading. He lowered his voice and asked, "When do you start disguising yourself?"

Kikuchi took a breath and explained, "Shiraishi Masato is from the Elders Council and has a high mission completion rate. He obtained a set of disguise information a few years ago."

Fūya Rei's face darkened, and he had a bad feeling in his heart: "So..."

"Even if he doesn't have the talent to learn disguise, he definitely has the eyesight to distinguish the real from the fake." Vermouth said gloatingly, "So, the traces revealed must be real, or nine of them must be real and one must be fake."

Furuya Rei: "...Is there any other way?"

"No." Vermouth denied it decisively.

The two were speechless for a moment, with only the tape recorder still calling diligently.

Two hours later, Kikuchi was lying on the ground, almost falling asleep, when Furuya Rei suddenly spoke up: "Get up, what should we do?"

Things have come to this point, and he can only continue. He must get his Dusk Villa back and cannot let it become the fuse of the fight.

Kikuchi instantly became excited, and his deep male voice became obscene: "I have experience and skills in this. I can definitely make those marks look serious, but the pain will be less than a bee sting."

Having made the decision, Furuya Rei will never back down.

He ripped off his clothes, lay down calmly, and said calmly: "Come on."

Kikuchi took out various disguise props and perfume bottles from the secret compartment under the bed and said confidently, "This is my home turf, don't worry."

The next morning, Kikuchi suppressed his tiredness and the urge to yawn, pretended to be in high spirits, and left the villa briskly and contentedly, carrying a bag of garbage.

After driving away, he parked the car in a secluded place halfway up the mountain. He closed his eyelids and fell asleep immediately.

It is very difficult to direct your boss in acting, but it is really exciting.

In the villa at this time.

A pair of inaudible footsteps slowly approached the bedroom, and he gently turned the door and opened it.

The windows of the room were wide open, and the rich scent of heather, mixed with a faint smell of blood, penetrated into the nose.

Strings of water droplets hung on the bathroom glass, indicating that the man who had just left had taken a shower in it not long ago. The steam from the hot water made the room temperature slightly higher than outside, and it was also a little moist.

The floor of the room was clean, as if it had been swept carefully.

The visitor looked towards the bed with interest.

The blond young man on the bed had his hands tied tightly with a bow tie, and after a night, obvious marks had been left on his dark skin.

His hair was wet, and he lay on his side as if he had fallen into a coma, but even in his sleep he was not sleeping well, his brows were furrowed, and his injured lips were unconsciously clenched.

A thin blanket was perfunctorily covered on him, and one could see the horrific purple fingerprints protruding from his jaw, winding along his neck, spreading into his chest, and all the way down.

It is so vivid and lively!

The visitor raised the corners of his mouth, and the curve of his smile became more brilliant and interesting.

The room fell into deathly silence for a moment, with only the rhythmic, heavy breathing of the person on the bed as the sound.

I don’t know how long it took, but a loud noise came into my ears.

"Amuro-kun!!"

Xiao Chai Banshui's heart-wrenching screams accompanied by explosive rock music came into his ears.

He seemed to be frightened by the scene in front of him. His legs softened after he jumped in, and he split on the spot. He howled in pain and rolled all the way to the edge of the bed.

The blond young man on the bed was so frightened that he sat up, and the next moment he fell weakly on the bed with a look of pain on his face.

He looked embarrassed and awkward, and said in a hoarse and weak voice: "Mr. Xiao Chai..."

In the noisy environment, his voice was completely suppressed.

Jianggu Ling: "..."

Xiao Chai Hanshui hurriedly turned off his phone, pressed the edge of the bed and climbed up with a grin. Seeing the ambiguous mottled marks on his good friend's body, he was at a loss and pulled the blanket over to cover him, shouting angrily: "Amuro-kun, who forced you? Tell me, I'm going to call the police and arrest him!"

"That's so bad! This guy is so bad!"

Fūya Rei's ears were buzzing from his raised voice. He stopped him in a hoarse voice, "Keep your voice down, it's too noisy."

Xiao Chai Banshui fell silent. He sniffed, suddenly wrapped Jiang Gu Ling and the blanket in his arms, and rushed out.

Furiguchi Rei was horrified: "Mr. Koshiba, what are you doing?"

"I want to save you, don't worry. If the scum who forced you appears again, I will definitely avenge you!" As he spoke, he sobbed and cried, as if he was very sad about his friend's experience.

Fūya Rei coughed a few times and said in a hoarse voice, "Untie my hands first and let me put on some clothes..."

Xiao Chai Banshui paused, his ears instantly burning red.

"S-sorry." He stammered out an apology, turned around and put the person back on the bed, holding his friend's wrist with one hand and tearing off the tie that bound his friend with the other hand.

At this moment, he realized something was wrong. Was Amuro-kun shaking?

He hurriedly looked down and saw the blond young man with cold sweat on his forehead and pale lips. He trembled and said, "Mr. Xiao Chai, my hand hurts..."

Xiao Chai Banshui glanced sideways and realized that his hands were gripping those purple marks. He immediately let go as if he was burned.