[hide for=”logged”]

The main story is Part 65

Recently, my brain’s memory began to escape. Mostly I think I’m floating. The bed is also very soft and often gives me a great mood. I lifted my hand and saw my vein light blue. I always think about whether it’s still red. Has there been too many blue devils after bleeding, did my blood get blue or my blood did not flow? This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

I tried to use my arm to hit the bedside table, but the result was too bad because I could not gather strength …

Please look, see the other hand on the second side of the wall, cross over and relax. What figure did I get up to? Have I reached tens of thousands? Was there only ten thousand people? Oh … i do not remember …

I live my day like this, I think that death will be better, but I always think of CanSheng’s face and his marvelous look. The time with which I spend always seems to me in mind. And I feel that I do not want to die.

If he does not have me, he remembers saying that he is angry. He remembers that he does not say anything that has happened, he will surely find me. I remember what I said, kissing my lip corners and saying good morning with a smile …

I calculate the time. It’s probably half a year, because I’m unconditionally involved with ShangFond. I can play with my body as he likes, he takes me and can put me where he wants. But when I want to get into my body, I can not convince myself not to worry about my brow.

I still can not control the disbelief …

Now I’m fine, but I’m a little nervous. I do not know if what I do can get out of this situation …

I slowly watched both hands in front of me. They are afraid that they are weak and I obviously see poor veins in advance. Now I think that by stopping my breath, others can believe that I’m dead.

When ShangFan went for breakfast, I turned to the bed and I still kept that posture. Even my hair condition has not changed. I see blank without one reaction.

I also do not want to answer it.

Yun Sheng? He calls me. I would probably not give me a specific and expressive expression to my eyes.

He puts the table on a flat table. He will come to his hands and collect me and place on my feet. I know very well these movements. My whole body is so weak that he has no bones. My head collapses on her chest and will not move …

“Sleep? Sleep from morning until night, are you still not sleeping enough?”

He leaves, and his strong finger raises his loose hairs on my forehead. My hair has an initial length, but I have never seen what I am looking for.

It seems to me that all cells have lost their original life. I’m worried about people who are in a state of vegetables. I slept in the morning, and in the evening he opened my legs and went to an endless … This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

ShangFan is the same as CanSheng. He also likes to silence me while I’m falling asleep, so I’m intolerable than I liked.

He grabbed my head and applauded and sucked me. He will tell me what happened today. Some things go smoothly. Others are not happy, others are sad. He always wants me to be happy, thanks to his successes and sorrows.

He makes my emotions flow late.

Memory with CanSheng is always damaged by me. I think his face, his voice, the pain he gave me. That’s right, I’m worried about the memory of the pain that caused her …

Both are imprisoned, but in addition to those imprisoned here, the impetus for me is crazy.

“Yes!”

He raises his voice. I discovered that ShangFan will continuously hit my cheeks while I turn my head, but it seems to me that I do not feel pain anymore. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.[/hide]

[hide for=’!logged’]

Main Story Part 65

Recently, the memories in my brain have started to blur. Majority of the time, I feel like I’m floating around. The bed is also very soft and it often gives me a surreal feeling. I lift my hand and look at the light blue colour of my veins coming through. I’m constantly thinking about whether or not it’s still red. Would the blood have turned blue after getting injected with so much Blue Demon, or perhaps my blood has already stopped flowing…?

I’ve tried using my hand to hit the bedside table, but the results were too poor because I couldn’t gather any strength…

I count and look at the second hand on the other side of the wall move bit by bit with no rest. What number did I get up to? Did I reach the tens of thousands? Or was it just up to ten thousand? Aahh… I can’t remember…

Living my days like this, I feel like death would be better, but I always think of CanSheng’s face and that stunning appearance of his. The times I spent with him back then always so easily pops up in my mind, and I then feel unwilling to die.

I remember him saying that he would go mad if he didn’t have me. I remember that he said no matter what happens he would definitely find me. I remember him kissing the corner of my lips and saying good morning with a smile…

I calculate the time. It’s probably already been half a month since I started compromising with ShangFan unconditionally. I let him play around with my body as he pleases, and let him hug me and put me wherever he wants. However, every time he wants to enter my body, I can’t persuade myself to not furrow my brows.

I still can’t control the feelings of detest…

It should be okay now but I’m a bit nervous. I don’t know if what I’m about to do will let me get out of this current situation…

I look at the pair of hands in front of me sluggishly. They’re frighteningly pale, and I can clearly see the faint veins on top. I think that if I hold my breath right now, other people might even believe that I’m dead…

When ShangFan enters carrying lunch, I’m leaning against the bed in a daze, still maintaining the position I was in when he left. Even the position of my hair hasn’t changed. I look at him blankly, without a single reaction.

I don’t want to give him any reactions either.

“YunSheng?” He calls out to me. I probably didn’t even give him a single detectable expression in my eyes.

He places the food plates on the bedside table. He reaches his hands out, picks me up and places me on his legs. I’m very familiar with these movements. My entire body is so weak it’s like I don’t have any bones. My head leans on his chest and there are no movements once again…

“Sleepy? You sleep from morning till night and you still haven’t slept enough?”

He reaches out and his strong fingers lift up the loose hairs on my forehead. My hair is already as long as it was originally, but I’ve never seen what I look like now because up until now, I haven’t left this room for a month…

I feel like all my cells have already lost their original vitality. I’m cared for like someone in a vegetative state. In the morning I sleep, and at night he opens my legs and constantly enters…

ShangFan is the same as CanSheng. He also really likes to hug me while he sleeps, and so it’s even more unbearable compared to how much I used to enjoy it.

He hugs me, clasps the back of my head and wraps me in his embrace. He will tell me the things that happened today, some went smoothly, others didn’t, some are happy and some are sad. He always wishes that I feel happy for his success and sad for the things that didn’t go well for him.

He forces my emotions to fluctuate in accordance to his ups and downs.

The memories with CanSheng constantly torment me. I think of his face, his voice and the pain he gave me. That’s right, I even cherish the memories of the pain he caused me…

Both are imprisonment, except the captivity here makes me have the impulse to go mad.

“YunSheng!”

He raises his voice. I don’t discover that ShangFan’s constantly hitting my cheeks until I’m about to turn my head around, but it seems like I already can’t feel pain anymore.

[/hide]