(MTL) The Story of a Cold Male Supporting Husband by Huajian Xiaopao

Chapter 44

 Sober and broken,

Zhao Ningde's bad premonition was even heavier. He waved his servants back and turned to go to the independent courtyard in the back mountain.

In the early morning, a ray of purple air fell in the yard along with the bright sunshine. Ye Yuan, who had been sitting all night, saw Xie Yifeng's face on the bed finally calm down, so he was relieved, got up and opened the doors and windows to let the fresh air outside. Air poured into the room.

Following his movements, Xie Yifeng on the bed slowly opened his eyes and looked around the bedside, but he didn't notice the panic in Ye Yuanxian's eyes, he immediately sat up from the bed and had to look for someone without putting on his shoes. .

He stepped on the ground with his bare feet and made a dull sound. Ye Yuanxian in the yard heard the movement and walked in quickly and his eyes fell on his feet: "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Xie Yifeng stepped forward and hugged him tightly. In his arms, his chin rested lightly on Ye Yuanxian's shoulders, the warm breath entangled in their ears, and they both felt satisfied.

"Yuan Xian..." Xie Yifeng calmed down completely after he was convinced that Ye Yuanxian was in his arms. He murmured and rubbed against Ye Yuanxian's ear, without any charm and irrelevance, he just wanted to feel his lover, cuddle with him.

"Yeah." Ye Yuanxian sensed his unease and reached out and patted his back, his tone was gentle and warm: "If you don't wear shoes, you will be uncomfortable."

Xie Yifeng continued to rub: "When I opened my eyes, I did n't feel comfortable. When I saw you, I was in a hurry to find you, and I forgot about it."

Ye Yuan laughed lightly: "I stayed in the yard, and you can see it with a swipe of your sense."

"You don't need sense." Xie Yifeng He buried his head between his neck and mumbled: "I have to see you with my own eyes, lest you disappear."

He would not admit that he was so impatient that he forgot to use his consciousness, and only subconsciously looked for someone.

The two of them are very affectionate, but those who are locked in the cellar are worse off than dead.

Their hands were held high and the blood flow was not smooth. The two arms were now extremely numb, and the toes were forced to point on the ground. Except for the arms sharing the rest of the body's weight, all the focus points were gathered on the toes, but the toes could not be stepped on firmly.

As a result, their entire legs were driven stiffly and swayed, causing them to sweat profusely. The dark and airtight environment in the cellar made them feel extremely depressed and depressed, and they couldn't help but feel irritable. "Woooo--" A bandit with a weaker will could not help whimpering out. They were stuffed with dirty cloth balls in their mouths, and they held their mouths wide open. The cloth balls soaked in saliva blocked their breathing. Even though he wanted to cry out loudly, the exit became a slight muffled sound. In the current situation, even crying out loudly has become an extravagant hope. The dull whimper was particularly clear in the cellar, and it made people feel more and more upset when they heard it. What was even more terrifying was that the cellar was sealed and the air flow was poor, and nearly 20 of them were closed. At this time, the leader keenly found that his breathing was much more difficult than when he first came in. They have also tortured people with various cruel methods, and they naturally know what the phenomena in front of them indicate. He was not afraid that the Xie family would torture them and force them to tell some news. He was afraid that the Xie family would directly lock them to death in this cellar without even allowing them to explain. After a period of warmth in the inner courtyard, Xie Yifeng told Ye Yuan about the general things in his dream, and also raised some questions that he had not understood until now. Ye Yuanxian didn't know the origin of the entanglement, so he could only comfort him to take his time and not worry. Xie Yifeng also knew this principle, and after a brief tangle, he thought of a new topic: "Yuanxian, do you want anything?" Ye Yuanxian didn't respond a little, and his cold eyebrows were a little confused, Against his delicate face, he looked even more beautiful: "What do you want?" Xie Yifeng couldn't help but leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, only after seeing his reddish cheeks did he chuckle contentedly: " Now sitting on the throne is my nominal adopted son, if you have anything in particular, I will ask him to send someone to find it."