Chapter 23

As soon as these words came out, Qi Ji was immediately stunned.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "If you need anything, I can help you at any time."

As he spoke, he stretched his arm towards Qi Ji.

The lounge chair was by the pool, and the two were so close together that the man could touch him as soon as he stretched out his hand.

In fact, the man's movements were not fast, he gave Qi Ji enough time to react. But Qi Ji in the bath was still startled by him, and slapped the outstretched hand suddenly.

The sound of "pop" was crisp and loud.

One hit was not enough, so Qi Ji used both hands to hit a few more times, until the abominable hand was driven away, and then he stopped angrily.

He moved quickly, hitting people loudly, and looked like a kitten that was frightened and then tried to swipe its paws to scratch people.

Qi Ji chased the hand away, and heard a deep, low laugh, which made the tip of his ear tremble unconsciously, and his eardrum was itchy due to the annoying laughter.

Qi Ji didn't understand. According to his own experience, being hit so hard would definitely cause the skin to become red and swollen, and it wouldn't go away for a long time. He didn't understand why the other party laughed.

This man is so strange.

Qi Ji couldn't help but be more vigilant.

Even though the man took his hand back and didn't dare to commit the crime again, Qi Ji still stared at him warily, like a cat that was rubbed against its fur, and it would open its mouth and bite when it got close. But this time the man really stopped. He got up and left the pool a few steps. After Qi Ji seemed less tense because of the safety of the distance, he said, "If you can solve it, you can do it yourself."

Qi Ji didn't care about him, and decided to beat him if the other party got closer.

The man didn't provoke him any more, he just said, "The water in the bath is flowing, and pressing the biggest button on the screen next to the wall will automatically clean it. The buttons on it are marked with text, and you can use them as you like. The bathroom cabinet is on your right, and the bathrobe is on the bottom, which is brand new and can be worn directly."

Qi Ji wanted to ignore him, but he couldn't ignore this low-pitched, alluring voice. Although he was very uncomfortable, he was a kind reminder when he saw someone, but he still listened to half of it reluctantly.

As a result, just as he heard it clearly, he heard the man say, "Don't soak for too long, if you faint in it, you still have to ask me for help."

Qi Ji frowned and looked over, but the man didn't stop any longer, just turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

The bathroom door was closed, and the screen beside the bath clearly displayed a sign prompting [The room is locked and needs to be opened internally].

The cold water infiltrated the hot body, but failed to clear the chaotic thoughts. Qi Ji was tense by himself for a long time, and after confirming that the bathroom was indeed a closed and safe space, he relaxed a little bit of vigilance.

He was sitting on the reclining chair soaked in water, and he could clearly feel the heat in his lower abdomen. The flowing water slightly lowered the temperature of the body and brought a little comfort.

Qi Ji looked down at himself. He was still wearing the robe he used to wear. The tulle was soaked in water and stuck to his body. It had become completely transparent. There are red marks on the wrists, chest, abdomen and thighs that have been ground by golden harnesses and fine chains.

The larger scars have been carefully treated before, and the smaller openings have also been carefully pasted with a gel-like thing. don't know if it was because the body was numb, or because the pool water had done some special treatment, but Qi Ji didn't feel any tingling from the wound after soaking in the water.

The wounds on his body were no more painful than his head.

The fire was still burning, but Qi Ji instinctively didn't want to think about it. He just procrastinated like this, sitting on the reclining chair without moving.

The dense water vapor slowly rose, gradually condensing a layer of wet water on Qi Ji's thin jaw. After a while, Qi Ji realized that the water in the pool was steaming hot.

The overflowing bathtub was not the cold water he had always thought.

The water is actually hot, and the temperature is just right. It was only because Qi Ji's body temperature was too high that he felt that the water in the pool was cold and mistakenly thought he was taking a cold shower.

Only then did Qi Ji raise his eyes and look at the bathtub operation screen that the man said before leaving, but he never touched.

He stared at the row of buttons for a while, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. The burning sensation stuck in his breath never dissipated, but instead intensified as time went on.

Looking down, through the clear pool water, Qi Ji saw the bare legs covered with bruises and red marks under the rippling ripples.

He slowly, slowly set his eyes on the place between his legs.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that the reclining chair in the bathtub sensed the loss of weight.

With the slight sound of "crashing", a snow-white figure came out from the pool. The boy wrapped in a bathrobe was a little unsteady, and only barely stood upright while holding on to the anti-skid bricks by the wall.

His complexion was as pale as paper, his lips were pale, and there were only a pair of warm black eyes with some liveliness, and his wet light brown hair was stuck to the side of his cheeks, which made him look more and more pitiful, as if he had been soaked in rain. A kitten with wet hair.

There was no fog in the room, Qi Ji slowly walked towards the door. It took him a while to figure out how to open the bathroom door that automatically locked during use. As soon as he pushed the door, he saw a man standing outside the door.

Qi Ji subconsciously tightened his back.

The man was almost a head taller than him, and looking down from this angle, the scenery was unobstructed.

The snow-white bathrobe Qi Ji was wearing was new, but it was also the man's own size. It was more than one size bigger than Qi Ji's. The slender body can't support such a wide bathrobe, the white and smooth shoulders and neck are so exposed in the moist air, and the line of the collarbone is beautiful and eye-catching, making it difficult to look away.

Until the man was keenly aware of another thing.

Qi Ji's skin is pale, and he is cold-white, which is obvious in the crowd on weekdays. However, now, the complexion that was exposed outside the bathrobe was a little too pale, not to mention lust, and there was no pink feeling after taking a bath to activate blood.

Moreover, there was still a chilly icy water vapor coming from the other party's face. The man's face didn't move, but his pale eyes darkened.

The man didn't speak, Qi Ji didn't speak either, but subconsciously took a step back, opened the distance between the two, looked at each other on guard, and refused to approach.

After looking at Qi Ji for a while, the man turned to the side and let him go, "Come out, it's stuffy inside."

He spoke calmly, ignoring the expensive, top-of-the-line ventilation and exhaust systems in the bathroom.

But after listening to the other party finish, Qi Ji still didn't move, still watching the man vigilantly.

He instinctively felt that the bathroom as an enclosed space would bring more security.

The two were deadlocked for a while, or rather, it was Qi Ji's unilateral stubbornness. Seeing that he still refused to come out, the man finally turned around and left as if he had just been in the bathroom.

The footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared at the corner of the corridor. But on the bathroom side, there was still no figure coming out of the wide open door.

The silence around him lasted for a while, and the boy who stayed at the door of the bathroom was very vigilant and refused to take risks easily.

He carefully observed the surroundings for a long time, until he confirmed that nothing would appear in the corridor, then suddenly strode out of the bathroom and ran outside like a gust of wind.

What Qi sent was in the exact opposite direction of the bedroom. He had no intention of staying in this strange place at all, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Because he didn't know the layout of the villa, Qi Ji just kept groping along a wall, trying to find the final exit like cracking a maze.

But this villa is really too big, and there are too many rooms. Qi Ji felt that he had been running for a long time, and even his breathing became extremely heavy, and the dizziness became more and more dragging his steps forward, but he still could not find an exit.

The lights in the corridor are all inductive, and they will automatically turn on when someone passes by. Qi Ji doesn't need to grope in the dark, but his current physical condition can no longer support his physical exhaustion.

In the empty and silent villa, only Qi Ji's own rapid breathing could be heard.

"Huh, huh..."

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Qi Ji stopped against the wall, his chest heaving violently, and his pale complexion was dyed an unusual thin red.

Suddenly, he felt a little coolness blowing across his face.

is the wind.

Following the direction of the flowing wind, Qi Ji fumbled into a spacious empty room. It appears to be a guest room with a large bed in it. Next to the bed is a large floor-to-ceiling window, which is half open, bringing in the cool breeze from outside.

Qi Ji walked over, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window and glanced out, only to realize that the place he had been in was not on the first floor.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window is a balcony with a carved guardrail. The balcony is directly outside, and you can see the night sky when you look up.

Unfortunately, there is no moon and no stars tonight.

Taking advantage of the light in the room, Qi Ji reached out of the guardrail and glanced out. It was dark below and couldn't see it clearly, and it didn't seem to be too high.

In normal times, with his naked-eye vision of 50, he would definitely not be so exhausted, but now Qi Ji is groggy, and he can only guess by feeling.

Rubbing his eyes, he took a closer look. There seemed to be a lawn below, which could directly act as a buffer.

Qi Ji didn't hesitate any longer. He raised his legs and wanted to jump over the guardrail and jump down.

However, before his right leg had completely stepped forward, his arm was suddenly grasped. In the future, as soon as he reacted, a strong force came from behind and directly dragged Qi Ji back.

Qi Ji didn't even think about it, so he made a reflexive attack. He directly punched in the direction of the prediction, to repel the source of strength that was blocking him.

But the other party seemed to have expected it earlier, and with just a tilt of his head, he easily avoided this menacing straight punch.

If you miss a hit, it will be too late to stop. The punch with too much force rubbed the person's ear, but not only did it not cause any damage, but because it was too late to retract it, it was intercepted by the opponent, and a slender wrist was held.

Qi Ji's bathrobe was loose and long, and because the size was too large, the cuffs directly covered her fingertips. At this moment, although his palm was exposed due to the punch, Qi Ji's wrist was still covered by the cuff, and the opponent did not directly touch the skin when he held it, but it did not cause too much damage to him in a sensitive state.

Even so, Qi Ji's attack was easily resolved by the other party, and that person even directly controlled Qi Ji's actions in turn.

Qi Ji's wrist was clamped, and his left hand was folded behind his back. The strength of the restraint on his left arm was not a blow, but he couldn't break free. Qi Ji instantly lost his most powerful means of attack.

Under this extreme disadvantage, Qi Ji still didn't think about giving up for a second. With his dominant hand restrained, he turned to kicking with his leg, vowing to push the opponent back.

The slippers have been thrown out, and the power can be exerted directly with the feet, and will not be restricted by the soft-soled shoes. But in reality, things didn't go as smoothly as expected. The distance between the two is too close, and there is not enough space, and the power of the leg strike will be significantly weakened. Moreover, Qi Ji's physical condition at the moment made him unable to play one-tenth of his due strength. This kick was just kicked, and Qi Ji himself realized that it was not good.

The strength is not enough, his legs are lowered, not to mention the key point, he may not even be able to touch the opponent's body.

In addition, Qi Ji's left hand was still folded back, and when his legs moved, his back was rotated, and the clasped left hand couldn't follow, so he was struggling and painful under the restraint, which made Qi, who couldn't bear the pressure at all now. Zhi Zhi let out a low "hiss".

As soon as he let out a painful cry, the man paused for a moment, and he didn't continue the action he had intended to dodge the leg lift, so he just took Qi Ji's kick.

With a soft sound of "bang", Qi Jijiu hit something.

But his movements have been deformed due to the previous accident, this leg lost strength, and even he himself didn't know where he hit, he just felt extremely hard to the touch, as if he had hit a wall directly.

This blow was definitely useless. The other party didn't even snort. Obviously, he wasn't hurt in the slightest. Instead, Qi Ji was shocked and his calf hurt.

Seeing that he was about to repeat the same mistakes he made when he punched, Qi Ji hurriedly wanted to retract his leg. But he only had one leg and one hand to balance his body, his center of gravity was unstable, and when he retracted his left leg, he slipped down unconsciously.

The naked left foot rubbed down from the hard place, and inadvertently touched a part that was slightly softer than before.

Although it was a little softer than the hardness just now, it still felt firm to the touch, with an inexplicable high temperature, even higher than the temperature of Qi Ji, who was in high heat, and the soles of his feet were scalded.

It's just that Qi Ji didn't respond yet, when he heard the other party groan suddenly.

The voice was low and dull, and it sounded very unexpected.

Pain and dizziness followed him, seriously affecting Qi Ji's ability to react. He couldn't guess what part he touched, only faintly felt that it seemed to be the opponent's weakness.

But before he could attack again, Qi Ji was suddenly completely subdued.

The other party pinched the ankle of his left leg, which was about to be withdrawn, with precision, and even didn't forget to wrap a bathrobe before grabbing him. Half of Qi Ji's body was completely lost, and the whole person could not move, so he was tightly wrapped into his arms.

Through a layer of bathrobes, the friction and touch of the body still brought great pressure to the sensitive skin that was vulnerable to touch. The burning fire inside is still clamoring, intending to devour the last reason.

Qi Ji's whole body was about to be burned, and he couldn't help shaking.

Unable to struggle, there was a faint voice. Someone hoarsely whispered in his ear.

"Where to kick, eh?"

Qi Ji was unable to respond at all. He breathed hard, vaguely feeling that he smelled a familiar, reassuring and nostalgic scent. But he was about to suffocate because his body was overdrawn, the air could not meet the needs of his body, and the familiar breath was as thin as oxygen, unable to play its original role.

Qi Ji's body and consciousness had reached the limit. In a trance, he even felt that he had returned to the bright light and returned to the nightmarish high platform.

He was struggling, his limbs were restrained, and he still insisted on using other body parts that could be mobilized to resist. But this can only make Qi Ji hurt more seriously, and the touched skin instantly burns like fire.

"Go away...! Don't touch me..."

A strong arm crossed his waist, as if to hug him by the waist. The long-suppressed pain and longing mixed into the fear of what he was about to face. A shudder appeared on the back of Qi Ji's neck, and he followed his spine all the way. Down, even the toes were slightly numb.

The electric shock illusion forced by Lenovo overwhelmed Qi Ji's last line of defense. He shook and suddenly retched.

"Cough, cough um... vomit..."

The numbness in his scalp made him vomit so hard that half of his stomach bag was vomited out of his throat. But now Qi Ji can't spit out anything at all. He has no family. He didn't eat anything during the day. He only drank a few sips of functional drinks after he got to the boxing ring.

Having not eaten for a day, Qi Ji could only retire with such a heart-wrenching method of vomiting, but this kind of retching was more uncomfortable than being able to actually vomit.

His stomach was empty, but it was as if he had been violently grasped by an invisible iron palm, pinching it into a shrunken mass, forcing him to pour out all the gastric juices and bile. The feeling of being involved in other parts of the body is equally unbearable, the thin chest is violently heaving, the heart is throbbing, and the lower abdomen is cramping. The pain was accumulating too much, and Qi Ji wished that he couldn't pull himself out of this body, and could no longer bear the pain.

"Cough, huh...huuu..."

The choked tears blurred his vision, and the strength seemed to have retreated. Finally, he stopped trying to forcibly pick him up, and even released the restraint on Qi Ji.

With no support for his body, Qi Jiruan collapsed into a softness. He hugged his knees and curled himself tightly into a ball, trying his best to reduce his contact with the outside world. His whole body trembled and fell into an icy darkness.

don't touch... go away...