I'm a star

The things that have been planned for many years have finally come to an end. The culprit that caused the death of your parents, your enemies have been defeated, and you just need to wait for their internal fighting to end.You want to get out of the media spotlight, so you ask your fathers to temporarily move out of their well-known mansion and into one of the many properties they bought for you.

You park the car, and on the way back, you accidentally pass a dirty homeless man on the corner of the street. He has his head buried, his long greasy hair is knotted, and his tight belly is faintly revealed between the torn clothes, although he is hungry. Depressed, you can see the traces of muscles alone.You are a little strange, you slow down your pace, when he looked up at you, a tattoo appeared on his chest, your pupils shrank suddenly, you will never forget to take this pattern even in your dreams.You really have nowhere to go, you sneered in your heart, the most recognized heir of your enemy, the ruthless underworld prince, unexpectedly fell into your hands by accident.

You coax him into your room with your gentlest voice, hold him down on the ground as soon as you enter the door, and let the robot housekeeper scrub him roughly like furniture, and check him by the way—his memory is chaotic , and some aphasia.

He is one year younger than you, and he was still a child when the accident happened. You don't want to torture an innocent person with amnesia, but the "possibility of happiness" has been tormenting you, and you finally decide Him, let him be your best.

You stared at him who was sedated, lying quietly on the bed without knowing the future, his body was left with many red marks under the rough washing of the robot, and you hummed softly as soon as you touched him.Your fingers outline his face. He is of mixed race, with three-dimensional features, deep-set eyes, and a high-bridged nose.As the future heir of the underworld, his body is well-trained, with a hip waist and buttocks, and he has two cute waist dimples.

You slapped it hard, "Well..." He frowned.

You rubbed the glands on the back of his neck, hesitated a little, and then bit down decisively, "Ah—" He screamed and tried to open his eyes, the green eyes were like the most precious emeralds.You know that as soon as a tiny amount of s pheromone enters his body, it will spread rapidly, triggering a series of reactions. He will be irresistibly dependent on you, longing for you, and in the end, he will not be able to leave you.

You put a collar on him. Although he has lost his memory, he still has blood and always resists you.

Your fathers, older brothers and Liang Yi all attach great importance to your education. You have dabbled in psychology, and you know how to let him be controlled by you, resulting in Stockholm syndrome. It is nothing more than confining him to a fixed space. Your food, warmth, punishments and rewards all come from you, not to mention the weapon of pheromones.

You have already disposed of all his clothes, and you have installed a surveillance camera at home, and he cannot be released without your permission when he goes out.There was a time when you were so busy that you didn’t even have time to look at him. When you went back to open the door late at night, you found him squatting by the door waiting for you. At the door, one wait is one day.

After that day, your relationship became closer. You are not a sadistic person in the first place, let alone facing his handsome face.When you kissed him for the first time, he was so flattered that he cried. He was so beautiful. You kissed his tears in amazement and funny, and found that his lower body was wet.

You have breakfast together, but he still insists on kneeling by your lap, you accidentally get jam on your hand, he licks it off for you carefully, and looks at you reverently with blue eyes, as if it is a reward from the master .

You are really busy recently, so busy that you are irritable, sitting in the study and yelling at the phone, stepping on him, biting his lip so as not to interfere with the master's work, and rubbing his soft cheek against your calf impatiently.

When he reached the top, you hung up the phone, reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled him into your arms. He was trembling all over, and tried to put his weight on the table so that you would not be tired.

You just have to sit and your big dog has a great waist.He wants to kiss you very much, but he is afraid that you will not allow it.The pair of green eyes that felt like wolf eyes before were now full of water.You reach out and push him down, filling again and again.

You like to lie on the lazy sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling windows and read a book in the sunny afternoon. He sits on the ground, leaning against you lazily, with his head resting on your lap.You run your hands through his silky hair and step on him.But you know that this kind of quiet time is not long-lasting. His words are getting clearer and clearer, and he can speak coherent long sentences. After all, he will go back and return to his normal life.

your choice:

1. Take the initiative to let him go free → blue line

2. Continue to imprison him → red thread

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