“No matter whether you’ve been hiding alone or with someone during this time,” Luomuel revealed a mocking smile: “Clearly, they haven’t given you the most basic care.”
Si Nan said hoarsely: “…They will come back for me.”
Luomuel seemed to hear a joke: “Oh? Come back to the city center swarming with millions of zombies to find you?”
Si Nan seemed to be stabbed hard and fell silent.
Luomuel put down the maple syrup jar, steadily holding the spoon emitting a sweet fragrance with his right hand, and gently stroked Si Nan’s forehead with his left thumb: “Noah.”
Si Nan remained silent.
“Kiss me once. Just once. Like how you kissed that special forces soldier surnamed Zhou back then,” Luomuel tempted in an almost tender voice: “This entire jar will be yours, okay?”
A hint of surprise flashed across Si Nan’s brow, as if hearing something bewildering – but immediately after, he glanced at Luomuel, his eyes clearly showing disgust. He pursed his dry, cracked lips and turned his face directly towards the inner wall, closing his eyes.
Absolutely decisive without hesitation.
Luomuel seemed to have expected this, not only smiling but deepening his smile: “Good… very good.”
He splashed the spoon of maple syrup and then pulled out a silver-glinting suitcase, opening it to take out instruments and coils. He wrapped the red and blue wires around Si Nan’s wrist restrained by handcuffs, rendering him unable to struggle.
Si Nan suddenly opened his eyes and jerked his body upward!
- An electric shock device!
Chaotic memories flooded in, the blonde, blue-eyed young man from that laboratory overlapping with the face before him – they were the same person!
Luomuel pressed a hand on Si Nan’s neck, firmly pushing him back onto the bed, looking down at his eyes, exceptionally bright in hatred. He asked: “Where is the freezer box you carried with you after crash-landing?”
Si Nan had no idea what he was talking about, tightly pursing his lips.
“Where is the item?”
Still no answer.
“I should have known…” Luomuel slowly nodded, taking a breath: “Tenderness is indeed not suitable for you.”
As soon as the words fell, he gritted his teeth and resolutely pressed the electric shock device.
Confession Agent.
Jian was surprised but quickly controlled his facial expression, pulling out the syringe and handing it over.
Romuel slammed the door shut behind him.
