Yan Chuan was cuffed to a nearby chair, the handcuff chain threaded through the hollow backrest of the chair. Fortunately, Ariel showed a bit of humanity, allowing the middle chain of the cuffs to stretch about ten centimeters. It wasn’t much, but it wasn’t painfully restrictive either. Yan Chuan could still sit beside Ariel, though he couldn’t wander too far.
“Do you intend to keep me cuffed like this?” After an unknown amount of time, Yan Chuan could feel the aching in his arms and couldn’t help but ask. Throughout this time, Ariel had been busy working, having never glanced at him.
Yan Chuan felt overwhelmed. How could the warden of this prison be so free, not needing to tend to other matters? Did he have to keep a close eye on this poor little thief?
“It’s to observe your behavior.” Ariel didn’t provide a clear answer. The stern-looking man cast a cold expression towards the Eastern thief and said, “Until you correct your tendency to steal.”
“You’ll remain here with me during this time.”
The Eastern thief: …
“But I can’t follow you around all day,” Yan Chuan protested, unable to refrain from asking, “Don’t you need to rest? Even if I don’t, you shouldn’t remain here all the time, right?”
Did Ariel really intend to stay tied to him, this small-time crook, all the time? Was it really necessary?!
Yan Chuan felt his nose growing red, and tears threatened to surface.
“You can return home with me tonight,” Ariel replied coldly, “There are plenty of empty rooms in the prison; one less won’t make a difference.”
He finally cast a glance his way, yet all he said was, “I trust you’d also be keen on correcting your issues.”
Yan Chuan: …
Why had he ever laid hands on that stamp?
The author wishes to express:
Corruption among the powerful should be condemned!
Chapter 77: Isolation Island Prison 14
It became evident that the prison warden was indeed determined to keep Yan Chuan cuffed until the end. If Yan Chuan had held onto a sliver of hope when Ariel first spoke, the warden’s subsequent actions had extinguished all of it.
In the office, Ariel adjusted the length of the handcuff chain, ensuring Yan Chuan was restrained at arm’s length from himself. While the warden worked, Yan Chuan was forced to sit beside him, unable to even shift a bit farther away.
Ariel understood that maintaining one position for too long could be uncomfortable; he periodically released Yan Chuan from the cuffs for five minutes before reattaching him. He even changed the cuffs to hook him on different parts of the chair to avoid wrist pain.
Yan Chuan: …
He hadn’t left that chair for the entire day!
Of course, with Ariel using this method to restrain him, Yan Chuan found ways to complain. While Ariel focused on documents, Yan Chuan muttered softly from the side.
He complained about the coldness of the chair, how uncomfortable it was to sit, and kept saying his hands ached, calling out for sympathy every few minutes without ceasing.
Yan Chuan spoke softly, ensuring Ariel could hear him but not find him too bothersome. He hoped to irritate Ariel enough to compel him to let him leave.
If he got caught, then so be it… Why did he have to be kept under such close watch? Was he some sort of dangerous bomb that would explode if released?
And wasn’t it true that a warden like Ariel could use a bit of personal space? Did he really need to stay that close?
Just lifting his eyes allowed Yan Chuan to see the cold side profile of the man, causing his head to spin.
He couldn’t understand it, glaring at the floor as if trying to bore a hole through it.
If this man kept watching him, he wouldn’t get a chance to complete his task.
Thinking of this, Yan Chuan murmured even more fervently, trying to irritate Ariel to the point of frustration, hoping to be dismissed.
He even moved the chair intentionally, causing sharp sounds against the wooden floor.
In short, he didn’t stop for a moment.
However, his little complaints did not seem to affect the prison warden at all. In response to his complaint about the chilly chair, Ariel promptly handed him a cushion, asking if one layer was sufficient.
When Yan Chuan mentioned his aching hands, Ariel adjusted the chain to its maximum length, allowing him to move freely but still keeping the handcuffs on.
Yan Chuan, now overwhelmed with various items: …
How infuriating!
Eventually, the tall, stern man asked him, “Is it only when your legs are cuffed too that you can remain still?”
When Ariel said this, he glanced meaningfully at Yan Chuan’s delicate calves.
Imagining himself not only with cuffed wrists but also with shackles on his ankles made Yan Chuan reconsider. Would he have to hop around if he ever needed to run? … Better not.
Seeing Yan Chuan shake his head, Ariel inquired, “You don’t want anything else?”
The unfortunate little thief, who had faced consequences, replied that he didn’t need anything and could quietly accompany the warden as they worked.
To demonstrate his sincerity, he sat up straight, letting his wrists rest placidly on the chair’s backrest.
His slightly disheveled hair was tucked behind his ears, revealing his porcelain clean cheeks, with his eyes glistening.
He looked so obedient and docile, completely unlike the one who had been murmuring moments ago.
【I made my wife angry, and she’s talking nonsense】
【Planning to sleep, what’s the best position to dream of sleeping with a beautiful little thief?】
【Things have been going missing at home, and I caught a pretty little mouse in the wardrobe. It said if I didn’t blame it, it could be with me; any advice?】
【@above, I can take in the little mouse you don’t want; I have a large cage and a soft bed at home～】
【Poor baby, isn’t this bad man exploiting his power and robbing?】
“Does your hand still hurt?” Upon seeing him settle down, the warden casually placed his things down and focused on Yan Chuan’s slender wrist: “Hmm?”
Yan Chuan shook his head.
It didn’t actually hurt; it was just that the cold metal of the handcuffs had been on for too long, making them feel a little sore.
Moreover, the inside of the cuffs had rubbed his wrist raw.
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