Zhuo Xinren took the warm towel from his subordinates and slowly wiped the fingers that had just pinched Ye Kui's chin. His movements were extremely elegant, but they had the wildness of soul-devouring.
Ye Kui's delicate and small facial features slightly raised, and there was a look of fear in her eyes.
She looked at Zhuo Xinren, her soft voice over her mouth and asked, "Then, can you let me go back now? I said, no matter what you ask me to do, I just want to die. Last time I was
I have never experienced your excellence. This time, I have learned my lesson and there will be no accident last time."
She felt that as long as Zhuo Xinren could relax her vigilance and guard against her, she could find a way to get the antidote.
Zhuo Xinren's sharp eyes glanced at Ye Kui, looking at her unconcealed look of fear, and the corners of her mouth curled up. It was such an interesting thing.
Pretend to be afraid?
Oh.
"I will naturally let you go, but you are my guest now, so I have to do the same as a landlord."
Zhuo Xinren clapped his hands and saw two women wearing servant costumes walking outside the door of the cell. The moment they walked into the door, they immediately knelt respectfully on the ground.
Zhuo Xinren walked slowly to Ye Kui and gently helped her up. The handsome face hidden under the mask flickered.
"You guys take her down to rest."
“Yes, Lord.”
Zhuo Xinren raised his hand and signaled to the bodyguard behind him. The man behind him nodded, stepped forward, took out a handcuff, and clasped Ye Kui's hands without hesitation.
Is this suitable for landlords?
Ye Kui bent the corners of her mouth, raised her handcuffed hands, blinked her black eyes, and showed a very cute and cute expression, and asked, "Is this, it's a bit too grand? In fact,
I am a more casual person, just entertain you casually, don’t be so deliberate, right?”
"Take it down." Zhuo Xinren seemed impatient in his words and waved his slender hands.
Seeing the attitude of the master, the two servants immediately took Ye Kui out of the dungeon.
The huge room, like this 18th-century castle, has no bright colors in the color of the room, and neutral colors occupy the main color.
Ye Kui walked into this room, barefoot, stepped on the luxurious and low-key Australian retro literary wool carpet that was trapped in half ankle. From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at the two servants who had been standing behind her.
When I smiled, the smile was very light and sweet.
"I'm tired now, I want to rest, you guys go out."
"We'll be by the door, and it won't affect your rest." The maid looked at Ye Kui coldly and said expressionlessly.
Who are you lying to?
He looks so refreshing, but he still says it doesn't affect him and is shameless.
Ye Kui turned around, raised the shackles in her hands, raised her rosy lips and said, "You are standing here, I feel my eyes hurt when I look at it. Look, my hands are handcuffed, and there is no lethality at all.
No? Otherwise, you can just close the door. I am so cute and charming sleeping position that I am afraid that you can't bear it."
The two maids standing by the door looked at each other in surprise.
This was the first time I met such a shameless person. The two looked at each other and finally withdrew and closed the door.
Ye Kui turned around and slowly wandered around the room. After confirming that there was no monitor installed in the room, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, raised her hand, lifted a corner of the falling curtain, and looked through the glass.