Wen Yu was imprisoned between the sofa and the man's body. The posture of lying down and unable to break free made him fall into an unprecedented panic.
He pushed the man's chest hard with both hands, and he was on guard all over: "Don't, don't touch me."
Ying Chen grabbed the thin and strong wrists, and easily pressed the top of the boy's head: "I said, as long as you are the same as before, I will treat you well."
"So disobedient, do you want me to punish you?"
The cold and slow question, under such a suppressed posture, is a self-evident reminder.
Wen Yu shook his head violently: "No."
Ying Chen's eyes were dark and cold, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you know what's wrong?"
The young man bit his lip and remained stubborn.
Ying Chen raised his hand to caress the boy's lips just like before.
Wen Yu's eyes widened suddenly, and he tried his best to struggle with his legs and waist under the man's body. His eyes were full of repulsion and fear, and his whole body was resisting the man.
Ying Chen's gloomy expression suppressed endless emotions, his eyes were filled with terrifying cruelty, but his hand was still in the air, and he forbearance stopped for a moment beside the boy's cheek.
"I don't want to be punished, just stay by my side like before. Do you understand?"
Wen Yu tried his best to calm himself down, but his words still trembled:
"I really don't know you. I don't know what you want me to do? I don't know what kind of past you are talking about."
"The old you"
Ying Chen let go of the young man's hands, but squeezed his chin again, and raised his fingertips vigorously: "Very obedient and good at coaxing people. But you actually forgot all of these."
"but it does not matter."
Ying Chen's hand holding the boy's chin became heavier, and he sneered: "I will ask you to remember everything in your previous life, and I will ask you to explain to me why you ran away."
"However, during this period, you must stay by my side like you did in your previous life, clean the hall for me, cook for me and make my bed."
"understand?"
The man asked coldly again.
The pulp of his fingers rubbed the boy's chin repeatedly, and that gloomy face was getting closer and closer to the panicked boy, with a cold breath between their cheeks.
It seems that the next second will bite his lip like before.
Such a posture made Wen Yu dare not confront him head-on.
He pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, neither refusing nor compromising, the stubbornness of a young man who was unwilling to give in was hidden in his sharp eyes.
"No."
Ying Chen snorted: "Sure enough, I still want to escape."
He let go of the young man's red jaw pinched by him, his fingertips slid down and landed on the young man's thin short-sleeved collar, and suddenly grabbed it and tore it apart forcefully.
The sound of "stabbing" the cloth being torn sounded in the quiet and empty living room, half of the boy's chest covered with a thin layer of muscle was exposed to the man's sight.
"No! You let go!"
Wen Yu's line of defense was completely broken, and he tightly grasped the man's strong wrists with both hands, trying to move them away from his chest.
But his strength is insignificant to Ying Chen. The man easily opened his palm and pressed it on the young man's chest just below the collarbone.
Gritting your teeth, the voice was stern: "Since you still want to escape, I will engrave my mark on your soul, so that all living beings in the three worlds will know that you and I are the ones who belong to Yingchen!"
"Let you never leave me forever."
"Do not!"
Wen Yu shouted tremblingly: "Let go!"
He didn't know what the imprint meant, but he knew intuitively that once his soul was imprinted with a man, it seemed that he would belong to this man forever.
Eternal life cannot escape control.
His ten fingernails were tightly digging on the muscles of the man's arm, which were grotesque due to exertion, and he kept saying, "I promise you, I promise you! Let go!"
The man paused and stared at Wen Yu.
Wen Yu exhausted his last ounce of strength to make a promise: "I promise you, I will clean the hall, cook and make your bed for you. Until I remember my previous life and explain it to you."
"But during this period, you can't touch me!"
The man withdrew his hand little by little, and a trace of disappointment slipped through his narrowed eyes: "You don't want my imprint just that much."
A scene from the past thousands of years ago was suddenly awakened deep in the man's memory.
A human imp with the same soul and appearance as this fierce young man, sitting under the osmanthus tree in front of his hall, drawing and writing.
The young man is handsome and well-behaved, but he has some scars on his face.
He couldn't help asking: "Little ghost, do you want to brand me with my mark? From now on, you can run wild in the Three Realms, and no ghosts will dare to bully you, and no one can touch your hair."
The young man turned pale and asked, "Yes, will it hurt?"
"Probably. But to protect you."
The young man tugged on his sleeve and acted cautiously: "I, I'm afraid of pain." Can I not? '
The man was in a trance, looking down at the reincarnated human kid, sneered in a low voice and said to himself: "Afraid of pain? It's all an excuse. You still want to leave after all."
why
Wen Yu took advantage of the moment when the man was relaxed, and quickly escaped from the restraint of his body. He jumped to the floor, took a few steps back and stood far away from the man, trying to negotiate with his composure:
"If I'm really the person you're looking for, then I will cooperate with you in recalling your past life memories."
"However, during the period before that, you can no longer touch me like you did just now."
The man's eyelids drooped and he stared silently.
Wen Yu only thought that he agreed, and said, "I will also clean the hall for you at your request. Where is your hall?"
"here."
Ying Chen raised his eyes and looked around the huge living room, his cold eyes fell on the young man, and his hoarse voice warned: "Remember what you said, if you dare to lie to me again, I will never forgive you again."
It took Wen Yu a while to realize that the hall Ying Chen was talking about turned out to be the villa with his name written on it.
It also means that he will live here with this unknown man in the future.
He also has to do housework.
The young man frowned and pursed his lips, and under the gaze of the man, he walked to the restaurant step by step to clean up the porcelain vases that he smashed.
The vase is quite big.
It was about half a meter high, and the debris splashed almost half of the restaurant floor.
Wen Yu held a trash can from the kitchen in his hand, and carefully walked barefoot on the floor to pick up sharp pieces one by one.
He remembered that when he lifted the tile and smashed it down, he used all his strength, but Ying Chen was unscathed, and there was not even a trace of the fragment slipping on the sleeve of the black shirt.
not human.
What is he
The room was getting quieter and quieter, and Wen Yu suddenly couldn't feel the sight that was watching him all the time.
He turned his face cautiously, and glanced at the sofa in the living room from the corner of his eyes.
The man who was originally sitting on the sofa disappeared without a sound.
Wen Yu turned around abruptly, looking around the wide hall: "Mr. Ying?"
There was no sound.
"Ying Chen!"
The boy raised the volume, and the sound was as loud as it echoed in the empty hall without any response.
Wen Yu's tense nerves were slightly relaxed, and his collapsed body fell weakly on the floor.
On the floor not far away was his mobile phone, which fell down just now during the struggle.
Wen Yu crawled over to pick it up. With a single press, the broken screen lights up.
No shutdown!
But why couldn't he press the alarm button just now
Could it be that Ying Chen knew that he was calling the police and took control of his cell phone
Wen Yu felt chills all over his body.
An unread message was displayed on the screen, which belonged to Liu Yiming: [Xiaoyu, a case suddenly appeared in the bureau, I will go back first. If you need anything, please contact me.]
Wen Yu quickly replied: Uncle Liu, where am I still
His typing fingertips paused, and his spine tensed again vigilantly.
Since Uncle Liu said he would go out and buy daily necessities for him, no matter how urgent the case was, he would not just leave him and walk away like this.
Unless it was controlled by Ying Chen.
A dense layer of cold sweat broke out on Wen Yu's forehead, and all the nerves in his body were extremely vigilant to catch the vibration of the surrounding air and listen to the subtle sounds.
Don't let Uncle Liu know about this, or it will bring him danger.
After a long time, he deleted all the lines he typed, and finally only replied with one word: [Okay.]
After sending it, Wen Yu breathed out slowly as if he felt the safety of him and Uncle Liu.
It was late at night, and the tired boy had no sleepiness.
He went around every room upstairs and downstairs in the three-story villa, and found that only one of the most spacious bedrooms had a bed.
The room was in a cool tone, even the neatly folded bedding on the bed was cold gray, just standing at the door, one could feel the man's dark and cold aura.
It should be that person's bedroom, Wen Yu stood at the door uncertain.
He saw the neatly folded quilt and pillows on the bed, and thought of the man's request - before remembering the memory of his previous life, he cleaned the hall and made the bed.
After he agreed, the man calmed down and stopped being mad at him.
Wen Yu thought: as long as he abides by this request, there will be no danger at present. As for how to deal with Ying Chen, he can only figure out a way later.
He walked into the room vigilantly, quickly pulled off the quilt on the bed and made the bed, and quickly left the room as if escaping.