"Yangyang, let's eat first, and then we'll talk, okay?" He half-squatted down and picked up the bowl from the ground.

The golden spoon stirred the thick chicken soup, and a spoonful was slowly scooped up and gently blew on.

"Open your mouth, be good." A golden spoon was placed near Lin Yang's mouth.

He lowered his eyes, his movements and words were gentle, but the oppressive aura in his bones could not be completely concealed.

The oppressive feeling forced Lin Yang to slightly open her tightly closed lips, and the delicious chicken soup flowed into her mouth, filling her oral cavity.

"Is it good, Yangyang?" He scooped up another spoonful, blew on it gently, and then fed it to her.

"I can do it myself." Lin Yang reached out, trying to take the bowl from his hand, thus avoiding his question.

With a slight dodge, he avoided Lin Yang's clumsy hand, which was clad in iron handcuffs.

"Yangyang, let me do it. Just drink the soup." He insisted on feeding her.

Having no other choice, Lin Yang had to obediently comply with him.

It took about ten minutes of feeding with a small spoon before the bowl was slowly emptied.

"Is it good, Yangyang?" He took out a handkerchief from his jacket and carefully wiped Lin Yang's lips, then repeated the question.

"Mm." Lin Yang nodded mechanically.

"As long as it tastes good, that's fine. I specially cooked this for you; the ingredients are quite special." He put down the bowl, turned the handkerchief over, and wiped his hands clean as well.

After wiping, he tossed the silk handkerchief into the bowl without blinking, saying he didn't want it anymore.

"What did you put in the chicken soup?" Lin Yang covered her chest with her hand, savoring the taste in her mouth, feeling increasingly uneasy.

He didn't answer Lin Yang's question, but instead asked, "Yangyang, didn't you just ask me if I knew everything? And what did I mean by imprisoning you here?"

Lin Yang suppressed the churning in her stomach and successfully changed the subject.

“I’ve always known, Yangyang. I’d be willing to die for you. Imprisonment? Oh, this isn’t imprisonment. It’s because I want you to stay by my side forever, Yangyang.” His icy hand slowly caressed Lin Yang’s face, his eyes looking at her as if she were his cherished toy.

Despite the person's appearance being exactly like in her dream, Lin Yang felt that he was a complete stranger.

Those words just now, which subtly revealed a morbid obsession, reminded her of another person in her dream.

"You are not Xu Chengzhi." Lin Yang dodged his cold hand, confidently guessing the identity of the person in front of her.

"Yangyang, I am Xu Chengzhi. Are you still half asleep?" He withdrew his hand, the corners of his lips curving up, and his eyes also trying to bend.

“You’re not.” Lin Yang looked at the man in front of her who was trying to smile gently, but whose face was twitching strangely, and said his name slowly and deliberately, “You are Mr. Ex.”

Upon hearing this, the man in front of him slowly wiped the expression off his face, returning to his indifferent state.

"I've tried so hard to imitate his disgusting tenderness and affection, but it still doesn't look right?" Mr. Ex tacitly agreed with Lin Yang's guess and pulled out the black mask from behind him.

Slowly put it on your face to cover your features.

It looked exactly the same as in my dream.

"Where is Xu Chengzhi?" Lin Yang asked him through gritted teeth.

She never imagined that beneath that dark mask lay a face almost identical to Xu Chengzhi's.

This suggests that Mr. Ex and Xu Chengzhi must have had a deep connection.

“That good-for-nothing, didn’t you just see him?” Mr. Ex bent down and got very close to Lin Yang through his mask.