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Chapter 242 Keep her

As expected, Lucifer didn't get an answer.

He reluctantly let go of his hand, got up and went to a certain room. He came back soon, holding a silk handkerchief in his hand, and carefully wiped Tang Rou's neck.

From the slender and vulnerable neck, to the arms, to the fingers and calves, wipe them all vigorously and carefully.

Tang Rou frowned, feeling pain.

It does hurt, even if the senses are not amplified, it should still hurt.

The skin was rubbed red.

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at her lightly.

He handed the veil to the shadow behind him and said warmly, "Go and find the owner of this smell."

Tiny rustling sounds slid across the ground, Tang Rou frowned, "Is there anyone else in the room?"

Lucifer took a sniff, and the unpleasant smell with a strong sense of oppression was much reduced.

"It's great that I'm the only one left."

His eyebrows arched again, he knelt on the bed, pulled her up, clasped the back of her head, pressed her on her shoulders, and pressed her tightly into his arms.

"I want Rou to be covered with my breath."

Tang Rou pushed him away, turned around and buried herself under the quilt without saying a word, facing away from him.

The boy was quiet for a moment, then put his hands on both sides of her waist, hugged her from behind through her pajamas, and kissed her gently.

"Have a good rest, Rou."

But the heart is empty, and so is the soul.

Can't be filled.

She was in my arms, but she felt more and more distant.

In fact, it was not an illusion, Tang Rou planned to find a way to leave here.

The boy would leave for a while every day. When Tang Rou heard the door click shut and the footsteps move away, she would get up from the bed and explore the dark room.

She gradually became familiar with the layout of the room. When she touched the door, she found it was locked and couldn't get out, so she started to study other things.

The windows are fixed and have heavy curtains.

Although Tang Rou's eyes were invisible, she still had a subtle sense of light.

There is artificial light outside and it is daytime. What is he doing out there?

This curiosity flashed through Tang Rou's mind, and she briefly put it behind her mind, continuing to explore the dark room.

I found nothing the past few days.

Every day, Aplysia would come back after going out for a few hours, eat "meal" with her, which was some kind of viscous liquid similar to nutritional supplements, and then sit next to her and watch her sleep.

Tang Rou no longer tried to communicate with him meaninglessly. No matter how she tried to persuade him to communicate with him through words, it would be useless.

At least one of the two people must stay calm. Tang Rou wants to be the one to pull out the nails, and at least she must make sure that she will not continue to drive the nails into her body.

The current state is too passive. If she finds a way to break the limitations of the environment, she will always be under Lucifer's control.

She needed to give him a little stimulation.

That day, Sea Bunny left once. Before leaving, he hugged her deeply and breathed into her hair.

Tang Rou thought inappropriately that some experts had called on patients with depression to feed cats or pet dogs. Being accompanied by pets would have a positive impact on the patient's body and mind.

The boy hugged her very tightly, like a depressed person sucking a cat.

She was motionless.

He was silent for a long time, touched her hair, stood up and left.

Tang Rou listened, confirmed that the footsteps were far away, got out of bed and walked to the door.

While paying attention to the movement in the corridor outside the door, he squatted on the ground and lifted up the carpet, pulling out a slender steel wire from underneath.

She took it off the pump while taking a shower.

The eyes cannot see, and the hands become the sight of touch.

Tang Rou touched the door handle, found the long and narrow keyhole, inserted the steel wire, held her breath, and listened carefully to the slightest movement from the lock cylinder.

She pursed her lips, and her teeth accidentally bit the flesh, turning her lips bright red.

Just when he was about to unscrew the door lock, there was a faint movement in the corridor.

Tang Rou immediately returned to bed, pulled up the quilt, and pretended to be asleep.

Someone unlocked the door and came in. After hearing a few greetings in a soft voice, he placed the food tray on the table.

She's the maid here.

Before the other party left, Tang Rou sat up, grabbed the last glimmer of hope and asked, "Hello, can I go for a walk?"

The maid didn't seem to expect that the other party would call her to stop.

After hearing the content of her request, he hesitated a little and raised his eyes to look behind Tang Rou.

The boy with snow-white skin was like a ghost in the dark, sitting in the shadow beside the bed.

The handsome and pale face was half-dark.

Silent and breathless.

Tang Rou didn't know why, and racked her brains to think of an excuse, "I want to go to the door...wait for the person who lives here to come back."

The maid saw the boy nodding, so she said, "Okay, please come with me."

Tang Rou was very excited.

She finally stepped out of this room again, drawing a map of this place in her mind.

Walking through the long and narrow corridor, the maid took her around a corner. There was the sound of water flowing, and she passed by a fountain, which was probably a garden.

If you continue, you will come outside.

However, not long after Tang Rou was happy, she discovered that she had just changed the mode of imprisonment, and the place where she was imprisoned was a little bigger, that's all.

If she took more than a few steps, someone would stop her. Everyone said to her, "Please don't run around. Your body has not recovered yet."

No one mentioned nudibranchs, but nudibranchs were everywhere.

Tang Rou didn't know what role Rabbit played in this underground palace, she only knew that everyone here was following his arrangements.

I was indeed absent from too many.

She groped in the dark, unwilling to go back to her room.

Until the temperature becomes low, the constant temperature control system simulates the surface of the earth and compresses the temperature to the normal temperature at night.

Someone held her groping hand.

"Let's go back."

A young man's gentle voice sounded beside her, and someone squatted down in front of her, held her feet, and lifted them up.

He pulled her white top and wiped it for her.

"It's time to rest, Rou."

Tang Rou let him pull her all the way back to the room where she had been bored for a week, without resisting or trying to fight.

The fun game is over.

After washing, he lay down next to her as usual and cautiously tried to get closer, but he heard her say, "Can you stay away from me?"

Tang Rou turned over and avoided his hand, "I won't be able to sleep if you are here."

Behind him, the young man's eyes slowly turned red, and he felt so wronged that he was about to cry.

The air is almost freezing.

He was silent for a long time, so silent that Tang Rou thought he would never speak again, then she felt the mattress next to her rebound upward.

"Okay, Narou, take a good rest, I won't disturb you."

Footsteps sounded, walking towards the door.

Then there was the sound of the door locking.

Tang Rou listened, turned around and lay on her back, looking straight at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Her eyes were very red and her eyelashes were a little wet. She raised her hand to wipe them off and closed her eyes expressionlessly.

Breathing gradually stabilizes.

Lucifer sat in the semi-darkness, like a beautiful sculpture without a soul.

As always, he pretended to leave, letting one of the twins imitate footsteps with his hands, make a sound, and open the door.

This kind of thing happened every day. The young man looked at her peaceful sleeping face in pain and didn't understand why she still wanted to leave.

He's going crazy.

His eyes were scarlet, immersed in darkness, and his hands clasped on the chair kept shaking.

He wants to keep her.

He must keep her.


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