After getting close to Yang Bei, the old man started to undress Yang Bei in the dark, looking quite obsessed.
"What a strong body..."
Soon, the light in the old man's eyes became even brighter, as if he was looking at a perfect work of art.
He even reached out his hand excitedly to touch it, but at the moment of contact, he retracted it, as if he was worried about damaging the work of art.
"Even the scars are so perfect..."
Looking at the scars on Yang Bei's body, the old man became more and more intoxicated.
"You brought this to your door yourself. Old man, I haven't seen such a perfect body like yours in a long time."
While muttering to himself, the old man couldn't help but stretch out his sinful claws.
After fainting, Yang Bei felt as if he had entered a deep dream.
Everything here is so mysterious, so bizarre...
He seemed to be floating in mid-air, or soaked in a hot spring. His whole body felt indescribably comfortable, as if a pair of strong but rough hands were caressing him.
It was an unprecedented feeling, very passionate, very exciting, very...
Suddenly, Yang Bei woke up, but still seemed to be immersed in that strange feeling.
Half a minute later, he suddenly shuddered, and in the end he was with the old man.
Those big rough hands in the dream...
He really didn't dare to think about it anymore. Who would have thought that an old man would actually show kindness like that and seem to have done something to him.
"Damn it, it can't be true." Yang Bei's mind was filled with confusion. If it was true, then he might as well find a piece of tofu and pretend to be dead.
After doubting his life for a long time, he began to think on the bright side, maybe nothing happened, it was just a dream that an adolescent boy would have, and he should be barely half-adolescent.
After all, the old man seems to have been malnourished all year round, so he probably doesn't have the energy to do weird things.
After comforting himself, Yang Bei began to wonder where he was now.
It was dark all around. He tried to struggle and found that he seemed to be knocked into a very rough and thick sack.
It's the kind they use to hold pigs in the countryside.
"Fuck...are you treating me like a pig?"
Yang Bei cursed and began to try to break open the bag.
But maybe because he had just woken up or was drugged by the old man, he showed that he couldn't use a big sharp weapon and couldn't break the bag at all.
"Old guy, I will make you look good when I get out." Yang Bei cursed the old man thousands of times in his heart. He had suffered such a huge setback this time, and he had to ask for an explanation.
"Be honest and don't move too much."
At this time, Yang Bei was kicked and cursed.
In other words, someone looked at him and heard that the voice was not that of the old man.
Seeing as the old man loves money as much as his life, he might have been sold.
"Brother, what is this place?" Yang Bei trembled in his heart, thinking of some bad things. He didn't want his waist to be hacked later.
"Stop being so verbose, you'll know later." The man guarding him said impatiently.
"Brother, I have been in poor health since I was a child, and I have also suffered from serious illnesses. My waist is also not good and I am very weak..." In order to save his waist, Yang Bei had to admit that he was weak.
"Tch, labor and management have already seen it. It's strange that a pretty face like you is not vain. I really don't know what that woman likes you. Does she just like the vain?" The guard smiled, seeming a little envious.
"Woman?" Yang Bei was stunned. Could it be that he was sold to a rich woman?
Thinking about it this way, the old man still has some conscience, at least he didn't sell his kidneys.