[MTL] (BL) Why Is It Possible For This Type Of A To Also Have An O?

Chapter 9: "Do you want your feet!"

White sugar was in a bright and warm room, staring blankly at the man hidden in the dark corner, the tools that had hurt him before poured out and were thrown away one by one in the big trash can, Suddenly a flash of blue light flashed for a moment, abrupt and strange.

Baitang's pupils shrank, and he turned his face away in a hurry. His memory was like the sea water at night, and he was sucked into the seabed dark and salty.

"Hey, sugar," Jiang Yunsu sat beside the bed, his knuckled fingers turned a pair of handcuffs, and a sapphire flashed away, "Climb over."

The white sugar who had just taken a bath paused for only a second, then landed on his knees skillfully and climbed to Jiang Yunsu's feet.

Jiang Yunsu hooked her lips and glanced at the kneeling omega, moved her legs charitably, and Bai Tang obediently rubbed the instep of Jiang Yunsu with her cheek, like a coquettish cat.

White sugar was in a bright and warm room, staring blankly at the man hidden in the dark corner, the tools that had hurt him before poured out and were thrown away one by one in the big trash can, Suddenly a flash of blue light flashed for a moment, abrupt and strange.

Baitang's pupils shrank, and he turned his face away in a hurry. His memory was like the sea water at night, and he was sucked into the seabed dark and salty.

"Hey, sugar," Jiang Yunsu sat beside the bed, his knuckled fingers turned a pair of handcuffs, and a sapphire flashed away, "Climb over."

The white sugar who had just taken a bath paused for only a second, then landed on his knees skillfully and climbed to Jiang Yunsu's feet.

Jiang Yunsu hooked her lips and glanced at the kneeling omega, moved her legs charitably, and Bai Tang obediently rubbed the instep of Jiang Yunsu with her cheek, like a coquettish cat.

Jiang Yunsu put the handcuffs on Baitang's wrist in a good mood, "How is it? Does it look good?"

Sugar held her hands up like a prisoner. He saw that the shape of the handcuffs was not a regular circle, but an irregular shape with corners. It was carved with a beautiful rose pattern, and the center of the rose was impressively encrusted with a brilliant sapphire.

"This sapphire was auctioned for hundreds of thousands of yuan, and I designed the handcuffs myself," Jiang Yunsu said proudly, "It took three months to make the sterling silver. It's your face in your hands, you know?"

Irregular precious metal chrome made the white sugar wrists red and broken, and he thanked his long and curled eyelashes: "It's beautiful... Thank you sir."

Later, during the violent and violent affair, he accidentally smeared a drop of saliva on the handcuffs, and was then tortured and beaten.

Bai Tang hugged her knees and curled up in the corner, her eyes staring blankly for a long time.

Jiang Yunshu saw that the bandages on the soles of Baitang’s feet were stained with blood, but he did not dare to act rashly, because Baitang was obviously still in an acute stress response, any change in the outside world would aggravate the condition , elicited a more violent reaction, whether he got up and walked to sit on the sofa, or just changed his position, let alone touched it.

Jiang Yunshu kept squatting on one knee and carefully observed Baitang's expression. He believed that Baitang already had post-traumatic stress disorder, and the trigger was that box of tools.

But he is not a professional psychiatrist, but he has taken psychology-related electives in college. He must make Baitang trust him as soon as possible, and then go to psychotherapy.