Oz's voice was calm and commanding.

I'm not asking Wen Qing if he wants to go out to eat, but let him go out.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked up at the bedroom door.

"Dong dong dong—" Oz knocked on the door again.

The knock on the door this time was heavier than the previous one, and the wooden door seemed to vibrate slightly.

Wen Qing sat up from the bed.

"Don't come out to let me in?" Oz said.

Hearing this, Wen Qing immediately got up and pulled her slippers to the door.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

Oz stood outside the door, his face slightly gloomy and his eyes full of irritability, which was very different from a few hours ago.

It's not right.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and whispered, "I'm really not hungry."

Oz didn't speak, just hugged him directly.

Wen Qing's body froze, and the big hand behind her pressed lightly.

He staggered forward and was pressed tightly against his chest by Oz.

The smell of Oz filled Wen Qing's nose and mouth, and Oz's irregular heartbeat beside her ears.

Ozzy's heart was beating so fast that it was abnormal.

Wen Qing's fingertips paused, and the next second, he felt Oz lowered his head and touched his hair.

The breath blows through the hair, blowing on the face

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, no, Oz wasn't touching his hair.

but smelling him.

Ozzy sniffed the scent on his body, and the restlessness and anger in his heart gradually subsided.

He lowered his eyes and gently rubbed Wen Qing's back with his fingertips, and noticed that Wen Qing's body was extremely stiff.

Oz let go of his hand, rubbed his gentle hair, and said, "Go to the sofa and stay."

Ozzy's voice was a little hoarse, Wen Qing did not dare to defy it, and obediently walked to the sofa and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, the long shirt on his body seemed a little short, barely covering the base of his thighs, and because he was not wearing pants, Wen Qing always felt cold and insecure.

He picked up another throw pillow and put it over his lap.

Oz watched him silently, not stopping his movement.

His gaze slowly moved upwards from the gentle and tender toes, the shirt hem on the side of the leg was the shortest, and the white fabric under the shirt could be vaguely seen.

Wen Qing was wearing his clothes and sat beside him.

Oz moved his nose slightly, sniffing the scent in the air.

The sweet fragrance on Wen Qing's body is intertwined with his own scent, and there is an illusion that Wen Qing belongs to him alone.

Watching Wen Qing's every move, demeanor, words and deeds, Oz's heart became a little more peaceful.

Wen Qing felt Oz's gaze, and bent his fingers, not daring to move.

He lowered his head, and there was a bottle of milk under his eyelids.

The cap has been unscrewed.

Wen Qing took it and habitually whispered thanks.

"thanks."

Listening to his low voice, Oz lifted his eyelids and said directly, "Except for special circumstances, you have been within my sight for the past two days."

Warm and light the action of unpacking the milk.

Oz did not hide it and explained directly: "This game has a great influence on me."

"I underestimated the game."

"Once a desire arises, there is no way to satisfy it."

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and she turned her head to look at Oz.

Ozzy stared at him and continued, "At first I thought I'd just find you."

"But now I want to look at you and smell you."

Wen Qing clutched the milk, her knuckles turning white.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

It's only been half a day, what about the remaining day and a half?

Is Oz getting more and more perverted?

Wen Qing took a sip of milk nervously, and got two drops on his lips, which he licked unconsciously.

Oz watched his small movements with deep eyes.

In the blink of an eye, he wanted more.

Oz leaned forward, licked his soft lips, and said in a low voice, "I shouldn't have given you milk."

Wen Qing didn't dare to move, for fear that Oz would do more extreme things because of his resistance, so he had to let Oz lick.

Not kissing him, but licking his lips like a big cat, taking a small bite every now and then.

Wen Qing had the illusion of being tasted, and became even more nervous.

Os licked the flesh of his lips, watching the lips turn red, slightly swollen, shiny, reflecting a seductive luster in the light.

not enough.

Far from enough.

"Wen Qing." Oz shouted.

Wen Qing's eyelids trembled and looked up at him.

Oz stared straight at him: "Quickly fall in love with me."

"I want to **** you."

Wen Qing put down the milk in her hand silently, thinking that Oz must have no experience in love.

Normal people can't even run after hearing the second half of the sentence.

Just thinking about it, Oz suddenly stood up and walked straight to the door.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look over, and saw Oz opened the door, and there was another tall man standing outside the door, and you could vaguely see the scar on his face.

It's that knife guy.

A second before Brother Knife looked into the house, Oz closed the door and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Wen Qing blinked, something must have happened when Brother Dao came to Oz.

He didn't dare to go to the door to eavesdrop, so he had to move to the corner of the sofa near the door and stick out.

The people outside did not deliberately lower the volume, and he vaguely heard a little conversation.

"The vines... come from the North District..."

"Severe casualties..."

"No way, you come out..."

...

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, is Ji Junfeng here?

Ordinary players can't beat Ji Junfeng, so they need Oz to come forward?

"Know…"

"Half... Zhouzhou..."

"...Speak...don't look at it."

While listening, the sound outside the door suddenly disappeared.

Wen Qing hurriedly sat up straight, and with a click, the door opened.

He turned his head to look over.

Brother Dao stood outside the door with his head lowered, not daring to look inside.

Oz walked straight to Wen Qing and said, "I want to go out."

"Ji Junfeng is here."

Wen Qing pinched his palm and nodded slowly.

Oz looked at his docile appearance, lowered his eyes, and covered the emotions in his eyes: "You stay here obediently."

Wen Qing lowered his head and hummed.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Oz kneeling in front of him and grabbing his feet.

Wen Qing shrank back subconsciously, Ozzy wrapped his ankles, and said lightly, "I'm not worried about you being alone."

After he finished speaking, he saw a golden chain in Oz's hand, ten centimeters long and very thin.

Wen Qing opened his mouth, but before he could say the first word, Oz put the gold chain on his ankle.

The anklet was not heavy, it was cold, it was just tied to him, and there was no thread at the other end.

Wen Qing lowered his head and saw that the buckle of the chain had turned into a small lock the size of a fingernail, hanging down at his ankle bone.

Oz looked down, his fingertips gently dialed the small lock, and said to him, "This prop will limit your range of movement."

"see you later."

After speaking, he got up and kissed the tip of Wen Qing's nose, then turned and walked out.

The moment the door closed, Wen Qing heard the last conversation between the two.

"Where's Zhouzhou?"

"Going east early in the morning..."

Wen Qing lowered her head and tugged at the anklet.

Although it is very thin, there is no way to break it.

He pursed his lips and watched the second hand tick tock.

After waiting enough time that Oz and Brother Dao must have gone downstairs, Wen Qing got up and walked to the door.

Before he took two steps, the chain on his feet suddenly became heavy, so heavy that he couldn't even lift his feet.

Wen Qing had to go back, he looked down at the little lock on his feet.

Lock…

Wen Qing subconsciously raised his hand and touched his clothes, his master key...

It's not his clothes.

Wen Qing turned around and ran to the bedroom. Yesterday, Oz only took his clothes away, maybe he still had the master key.

After searching on the bathroom floor tiles for a while, I finally found the master key near the water outlet.

Wen Qing's eyes lit up and quickly picked it up.

The moment the master key is close to the anklet, it shrinks to the size of the matching lock.

Wen Qing hurriedly opened the lock, ran into the other bedroom quickly, opened the closet and saw that there were no pants.

He gritted his teeth, picked up a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, ran quickly to the door, and opened it.

The moment his feet landed, the corridor turned into Zhou Zhou's room.

The room was very silent, the only sound being his footsteps and breathing.

Although she knew that Zhou Zhou was not there, Wen Qing still stared at her breath, stood on tiptoe, and ran to the door lightly.

Wen Qing didn't even think of picking up a pair of Zhou Zhou pants, and ran straight to the entrance.

He pressed the door handle, pushed the door open, and just raised his foot, he saw the figure outside the door.

Ozzy was leaning against the wall, looking at him with deep eyes.