Chapter 18 Little Prisoner (18)
Chapter 18 Little Prisoner (18)
The young man trembled as he huddled in the man's arms. He pursed his pink lips, a few soft sobs occasionally coming from his throat. Then he cautiously asked the system: [System, are you still there?]
The system glanced at the boy and replied in a low voice: [In.]
This simple word was like a reassurance that fell into the boy's heart, making him feel a little relieved, but he still couldn't help shivering.
The man exuded a bone-chilling aura, as if he was surrounded by a huge piece of ice.
The young man's heart was filled with fear and anxiety. He raised his head timidly, his eyes slowly moving upwards, but in the end he could only see the man's cold and hard chin.
Although his face was slightly pale from the cold, the boy still clenched his teeth, trying hard not to make any sound, and curled up in the man's arms like a docile little rabbit.
——Emmm, this guy is no good!
——That's right, look at what little pretty girl has frozen.
——The big boss is the big boss, a walking ice block!
——Ahhh, my baby is freezing! !
...
It seemed that the little person in his arms was trembling too violently. The man stopped and looked down at Song Jin, whose face was pale, in his arms in confusion.
"Why are you shaking all the time?" The man's tone was filled with confusion and doubt.
When Song Jin heard this, her heart suddenly tightened, mistakenly thinking that her trembling had annoyed the cold man in front of her.
Suddenly, his little face turned even paler than before, his lips trembled slightly, and he stammered as he tried to explain, "I, I didn't mean to, it's a little cold..."
After he finished speaking, the young man lowered his head slightly, pouting his lips slightly, and pouting like a child who had suffered great injustice, looking pitiful.
After hearing what the boy said, the man's deep eyes flashed and he put the boy down.
Song Jin had been carried for a long time and her body was frozen, so when she was put down, her legs were out of control and she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
In a panic, Song Jin quickly stretched out a pair of white and delicate hands as white as mutton-fat jade, and tightly grasped the man's clothes on his chest to stabilize his body.
Because he was exerting too much force, his slender fingertips turned slightly white due to excessive tension.
However, the man at this moment seemed not to notice this, and his eyes only fell lightly on the piece of clothes on his chest that was slightly wrinkled by the boy's grasp.
His expression darkened slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.
Instead, he took off his uniform jacket and put it on the boy. After all, he had thrown away the boy's annoying jacket.
Song Jin let the man put his coat on him with a confused look on his face. Then a warm feeling came over him and the coat blocked the cold air.
But before he could feel happy, the man took the boy into his arms again, and the icy cold temperature came through his clothes.
Song Jin: ...
Finally, after the boy endured the long and cold journey, the man brought him to a house.
Song Jin looked around and found that the place was decorated very luxuriously, and even the fire could not affect it at all.
The man lowered his head, looked at the boy who was placed on the sofa, and whispered, "Get familiar with him."
When the young man heard this, he looked up at the other person in confusion.
Then, he saw the man looking straight at him and said, "From now on, you will live here forever."
Song Jin was stunned. He pursed his lips and said nothing. Instead, he whispered to the system: [What's going on? Who is he?]
[...Ask him.]
The boy was about to be pissed off by the system, but he still looked at the man timidly and asked in a low voice, "Where is this place? Who...who are you?"
The man just stared at the boy motionlessly, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The young man felt uncomfortable under the man's sharp gaze, and his body began to tremble slightly involuntarily.
However, just when the boy was about to be unable to bear the tense atmosphere, the man's steady and powerful voice finally rang out.
"I'm Lemon, the warden, and this is the warden's quarters."
Song Jin was completely dumbfounded. He had been here for such a long time and had never heard of the existence of a prison warden.
Besides, Os had clearly told him before that Lemon was just a criminal!
Lemon looked at the distracted boy opposite him and whispered, "Os, Fu Ling."
When Song Jin heard the other party mention the familiar name, her attention was immediately attracted to him, and her beautiful eyes stared at him.
Seeing the boy's actions, Lemon's handsome face suddenly darkened. He pursed his lips and said grimly, "They are all dead."
After hearing what the other party said, the boy's face, which had just regained some color, instantly turned extremely pale.
What did he mean? Why did he tell him? He wasn't going to kill him, was he?
Thinking of this, tears quickly welled up in Song Jin's beautiful eyes. She shrank pitifully, not daring to look at the man again.
But the man obviously misunderstood, thinking that the boy was sad for the two of them, so he walked up to the boy, pinched his chin with his big hand, and lifted it up hard.
In an instant, the boy's little face, which was wet from crying, was revealed to the man without reservation.
The man's gaze was as cold as a pond. He said in a low and authoritative voice, "Don't cry."
When the boy heard the man's cold voice, the fear in his heart was instantly magnified several times.
The tears that were already difficult to stop flowed down her cheeks like a flood that broke through a dam.
Faced with this scene, the man couldn't help but feel a headache. He quite liked this little gadget, but looking at the frail appearance of the boy, he must be very delicate and would definitely not be able to withstand beatings and scoldings.
But in this situation, it would seem inappropriate not to take some measures to stop the boy from crying.
In desperation, the warden, who had never had any experience in coaxing people, could only slowly squat down and deliberately soften his tone: "Okay, stop crying."
When the boy heard this, he blinked his big wet eyes, and his long eyelashes stuck together because of his tears. He looked extremely pitiful.
He begged cautiously in a weak voice with a tearful tone: "Please... don't kill me... I, I'm very good..."
The man's eyes darkened when he heard this, and then he reached out and gently wiped away the tears on the boy's face, and replied softly: "I won't kill you."