Chapter 21 Little Prisoner (21)
Chapter 21 Little Prisoner (21)
"Mmmmm…"
Song Jin sobbed in fear, tears streaming down her fair and tender cheeks like a flood. Her little heart was trapped and she couldn't break free at all.
Just as the boy was crying, he suddenly heard a familiar male voice behind him: "It's me."
Song Jin was stunned and stopped struggling. Seeing this, the man behind him gently released his hand that was covering the boy.
Gently turning the boy around, Song Jin blinked her big eyes, which were still misty. Her vision gradually became clearer, and she saw the person in front of her clearly - Zhou Yi.
"Are you okay?"
A rare look of deep apology appeared on Zhou Yi's originally handsome and rebellious face.
His eyes were fixed on the bright red marks on the boy's lower face left by the pressure he had just covered, and a hint of indescribable complex emotions flashed across the depths of his eyes.
The boy was originally fair-skinned, with skin so tender that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it. He did not control his strength, so the red marks appeared particularly deep, giving off a sense of sadistic beauty for no reason.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple, and his deep and mellow voice sounded again: "I scared you, I'm sorry."
The boy seemed to be frightened, with mist in his eyes. He looked a little uneasy, like a frightened little lamb, his beautiful eyes looking at him wetly.
The man felt increasingly guilty and explained in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I was afraid you would scream, so I used too much force."
The boy then blinked and whispered, "It's okay, thank you."
Song Jin pursed his pink little lips. He knew that Zhou Yi was saving him and he was not an ungrateful person.
——Xiao Piaoliang is still too naive.
——That's right, saving people? Brother Zhou has plenty of ways to save people, do you really need to start? (stare)
——Hehe, you know what he is thinking!
——That's right, bullying the pretty girl because she is innocent and can't understand his dirty heart!
...
Seeing that the young man had no intention of blaming him, Zhou Yi coughed lightly twice and said, "You're welcome. Why are you here? I thought you had already left."
The young man didn't say anything, his beautiful eyes staring straight at the other person, and whispered softly: "I didn't go out, someone blocked the door."
"Besides, they are all looking for me now..."
Song Jin pursed her lips and whispered, "If you have a chance, get out quickly. Don't worry about me. It will implicate you."
The young boy looked at Zhou Yi seriously. He said this mainly because as long as there were players going out, it didn't matter if he didn't go out. The reward just couldn't be doubled, and he could still pass the level.
Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, a playful smile on his lips, and said jokingly: "Why? Don't you trust me? Don't worry, I will definitely get you out of here safely."
"No... not... just..."
The young man was a little flustered and wanted to explain something, but before he could finish his words, a sharp and crisp sound of a wooden box suddenly came, instantly breaking the silence around him.
Without any hesitation, Zhou Yi hugged Song Jin tightly in his arms, and then rushed up the stairs like an arrow.
The young man was frightened by this sudden change and trembled all over. His arms, as white as tender lotus roots, subconsciously hugged the man's neck tightly.
In this panic, he caught a glimpse of Lemon standing at the end of the corridor in the distance, his cold eyes shooting straight at them.
With just a quick glance, the boy felt a chill rising from his spine, quickly spreading throughout his body, making him shiver uncontrollably.
However, he didn't have time to think about it at this moment, because Zhou Yi was already holding him and continued to run upstairs.
Song Jin's little head was buried deep in Zhou Yi's broad and solid chest. He could clearly feel the man's heart beating violently.
He muttered softly, "You'd better leave quickly. He must be coming for me. Leave me alone..."
But Zhou Yi seemed to have not heard his words and continued to run forward with big strides.
Behind them, Raymond was chasing them relentlessly, his heavy footsteps echoing in the silent corridor like a death warrant.
Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes and quickly scanned the surrounding environment.
At this moment, he found a door wide open in the corridor on the fourth floor in front of him. He rushed into the room without hesitation and closed the door.
Lemon was wearing a pair of black leather boots, and every step he took made a loud noise.
In this pitch-black environment, the sound seemed particularly abrupt and terrifying.
The young man couldn't help swallowing as he heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and his hands were tightly grasping Zhou Yi's clothes because of excessive nervousness.
Song Jin complained sadly to the system: [It's over, system! We're getting caught!]
Zhou Yi's eyes darkened, and after thinking for a moment, he felt that now was not a good time to fight with the other party, after all, the boy was still there.
So, he glanced at the window not far away without leaving any trace.
At this moment, he rushed away like lightning and arrived at the window in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that it was over ten meters above the ground, the man did not feel the slightest bit of fear. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, forming a slightly playful arc, and he raised his eyebrows and teased: "Hold me tight~"
Before he finished speaking, without even giving Song Jin a second to react, Zhou Yi jumped out without hesitation.
In an instant, the strong feeling of weightlessness swept towards the boy like a surging wave.
Song Jin felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and his eyes were wide open with fear. He subconsciously hugged Zhou Yi tightly, wishing he could stick to him.
The man landed on the ground easily. He looked down at the little guy in his arms who was trembling with fear and as pale as paper, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.
But soon, he suppressed this emotion and replaced it with a barely perceptible smile.
He just twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, then without saying a word, he picked up the boy and ran towards the East District.
Meanwhile, Raymond finally reached the room and upon entering, he immediately noticed the cold draft that was blowing in through the open window.
His tall figure slowly moved to the window and looked out through the open window.
Looking at the man holding the young man's back, a strong sense of hostility appeared on his handsome face, and at the same time a ball of black air quickly spread out from his hands.
In the blink of an eye, the black gas turned into a small and exquisite black bat, which spread its wings and rushed towards the east district.