Chapter 109 At least now....Please don't ask

The figure raised his head very slowly, and tugged at the worn blanket covering his body.

The revealed face was as pale as a piece of thin paper. It was Xiao Qihao!

The bruises under his eyes were as heavy as if he had been punched, and his lips were dry and cracked.

The eyes that were always smiling were now empty. Only when he saw Shen Qingze did they suddenly show a ripple.

"Xiao Qihao?!"

Shen Qingze's voice was stuck in his throat, trembling with disbelief.

He never thought that he would meet Xiao Qihao in such a place.

Xiao Qihao, who always followed him and spoke with energy and sunshine,

Xiao Qihao obviously didn't expect to run into him here, and his cracked lips moved.

After a long while, a hoarse sound came out.

"Mr. Shen..."

His gaze fell on Shen Qingze's handcuffed wrists, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his hollow eyes.

"How did you get caught too?!"

Shen Qingze had no energy to answer this, his heart seemed to be tightened by something.

He struggled to lean forward, and the iron chain made a harsh friction sound.

"How could you be like this? Where is Ye Xiang? What did he do to you?"

In his impression, although Ye Xiang had a cold and hard personality, she was still very nice to Xiao Qihao.

He actually had the heart to do such a cruel thing to his former lover!

Xiao Qihao's face was covered with scars and there were unhealed blood scabs on his neck. He clearly looked like he had been tortured.

Could it be that their breakup had reached such an extent that they had become sworn enemies?

When Xiao Qihao heard Ye Xiang's name, it was as if all his strength was drained away.

His already weak body slid toward the wall, and he managed to keep his balance by supporting himself on the ground with one hand.

The iron chain behind him made a slight sound as he moved.

Only then did Shen Qingze realize that his right hand was also locked tightly to the wall, and the skin at his wrist had been rubbed bloody.

"he……"

Xiao Qihao opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be filled with blood, and every word he spoke was accompanied by a painful gasp.

"He has lost interest in me for a long time..."

"What on earth does he want to do?!"

Shen Qing raised his voice, his silver-grey eyes full of confusion and anger.

"I tortured you like this. If I had known, I should have taken you with me back then..."

Xiao Qihao sighed softly, the sound was so light that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

"It's not your fault, Mr. Shen. If the little guy didn't take you away, neither of us would be able to escape..."

He slowly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes stained with fine dust.

“Ahem…”

The whole person looked like a broken doll that could die at any time, without any of the vitality he once had.

Shen Qingze looked at him like this and suddenly felt his throat tighten, and he could no longer utter those questioning words.

The smell of blood in the trial room seemed to be getting stronger.

Mixed with the faint smell of medicine on Xiao Qihao's body, it formed a suffocating atmosphere.

He looked at the paleness on Xiao Qihao's face and regretted even more that he had not insisted on saving him and going with him...

Just as Shen Qingze was about to speak, the iron door of the trial room suddenly made a rusty scream.

"Squeak--clang" sound, it hit the wall.

Ye Xiang stood in the shadow of the door, his boots clicking as they stepped on the chains on the ground.

When his eyes swept over Shen Qingze, it was like an ice pick scraping across his skin.

He did not bring any followers with him, and put one hand in the pocket of his black windbreaker.

The action of walking straight towards Xiao Qihao was filled with an unquestionable sense of plunder.

Xiao Qihao's shoulders suddenly tensed, and his knuckles dug into his palms tightly.

He lowered his head, his hair on his forehead was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his pale and transparent face.

But the hand hanging by his side quietly grasped the half piece of porcelain hidden in his sleeve.

That was hidden last night when the guards were not paying attention.

Ye Xiang squatted down in front of him, and the dull sound of his knees hitting the ground was particularly harsh in the dead silence.

When his calloused fingertips touched the unhealed scar on Xiao Qihao's cheek, his strength suddenly increased, forcing the other party to raise his head.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

The tail sound is drawn out very long, like someone playing with a piece of porcelain that is about to break.

Xiao Qihao's Adam's apple rolled violently, and a "ho ho" sound came out of his throat, like a piece of iron being rubbed by sandpaper.

He wanted to turn his head away, but Ye Xiang pinched his chin and forced him to look straight at her.

"You won't tell me?"

Ye Xiang smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

"Then remember how you knelt at my feet and begged me not to kill those people?"

This sentence was like a needle, piercing Xiao Qihao's soft spot.

He struggled violently, the chain stretched straight.

The old wound on the wrist split open, and blood dripped down the iron ring, forming tiny red dots on the ground.

“Let…let go…”

There was a sobbing tone in her hoarse voice, but she raised her chin and put on a stubborn attitude.

Ye Xiang's eyes fell on his bleeding wrist. She suddenly leaned over to his ear, her hot breath blowing on his earlobe, her tone so ambiguous that it made people creepy.

"The more stubborn you are, the more I want to carve this look of you into my bones."

His hand slid down Xiao Qihao's collar.

When his fingertips brushed against his collarbone, Xiao Qihao suddenly trembled violently.

Tears mixed with humiliation rolled down and hit the back of Ye Xiang's hand, burning her incredibly.

"Please... change place..."

He finally collapsed, his voice shattered into pieces.

"Don't let him see..."

Ye Xiang seemed pleased by this sentence. She suddenly let go of her hand and picked up the mineral water bottle that she had just placed on the table.

When the bottle mouth was poked into Xiao Qihao's mouth, he deliberately twisted it very tightly.

The water choked Xiao Qihao and made him cough violently. The veins on his neck bulged, and drops of water mixed with saliva flowed out from the corners of his mouth and slid into his collar along his jawline.

Clear fingerprints can be seen under the wet fabric.

Shen Qing pulled the chain tightly, and the pain of the iron ring cutting into his flesh kept him awake.

He watched as Xiao Qihao was pressed against the wall and kissed. The porcelain piece hidden in his sleeve slipped quietly and made an almost inaudible sound on the ground.

That was Xiao Qihao's last resistance, but he didn't even have the strength to scratch his skin.

Ye Xiang's kiss smelled of blood. She bit Xiao Qihao's lips until she tasted blood and then let go.

When he stood up, the hem of his windbreaker swept across the porcelain pieces on the ground, making a crisp clash sound.

"Stay well,"

"When you realize you are wrong, agree to my conditions and I will let you out."

He straightened his collar, speaking in a calm tone as if he was giving instructions for a trivial matter.

When he turned around, his eyes met Shen Qingze's. There was no warmth in his eyes, only a mocking tone of "the good show is not over yet".

The moment the iron door closed, Xiao Qihao suddenly curled up and covered his face with his unhandcuffed hands.

The whole person huddled in the blanket, like a frightened little animal seeking shelter.

"Qihao..."

"Teacher Shen... don't ask... at least now... please don't ask"

Shen Qingze looked at his trembling shoulders and suddenly found that the porcelain fragment had fallen at his feet.

It was Ye Xiang who kicked it intentionally when he turned around just now.