Yanchuan furrowed his brows and said nothing.
It was his own sensitive skin that easily left marks from the cuffs; he couldn’t blame anyone else for it.
If the prison warden found out, he would definitely say that Yanchuan was spoiled and couldn’t endure a bit of hardship.
Yanchuan didn’t want to add the label of “delicate” to the nickname “little mouse” after being caught stealing.
Besides, it was embarrassing for a thief caught stealing to tell the warden that the handcuffs were hurting his wrists.
Yanchuan replied vaguely, “No… you can get back to work.”
He wished the warden wouldn’t stare at him; getting caught stealing already made him uncomfortable enough.
The serious-faced warden insisted on handling the situation fairly, stating that he would personally oversee this little thief and correct his bad habit of stealing.
Yanchuan lowered his gaze, his long eyelashes drooped, revealing a rather unhappy expression.
However, Ariel did not respond as he had expected; he didn’t nod in agreement.
Instead, he found a small box from a nearby cabinet, which contained a layer of fine velvet fabric. It was thin and looked very soft.
Yanchuan tilted his head in confusion.
“What is this for? Is the warden going to do some crafts in his break time?”
“Is your wrist no longer painful?” Ariel explained淡淡ly amidst Yanchuan’s wary gaze, “Covering it will prevent the pain.”
The Eastern thief nodded dazedly.
The velvet was thin and didn’t add any weight to the handcuffs; instead, it reduced the friction between the cuffs and the inner side of his wrist.
In any case, it no longer hurt.
“All done.” Ariel retracted his hand.
Yanchuan shook his wrist.
The handcuffs covered in velvet echoed his movement, and the hard, cold metal wouldn’t leave marks on the delicate, soft skin of his inner wrist anymore.
It felt alright.
Yanchuan glanced at his hand, then at Ariel, and thought for a moment before saying a word of thanks.
“Thank you…” he said softly, hardly caring whether the other could hear him.
A faint voice reached the warden’s ears, and he shook his head.
The tall, cold man merely replied, “You’ll have to wear these handcuffs for a long time; get used to it.”
Yanchuan: “…I understand.”
Well, he shouldn’t have bothered saying thank you. Look at what he just heard?!
Yanchuan regretted it again and pondered why the escape games didn’t have a save feature.
At least then he could have chosen to… make a mess in Ariel’s office and then get handcuffed.
He thought for a while but still didn’t feel any better and couldn’t help but ask, “What if I need to do something else while being handcuffed…”
He still needed to eat and take a shower; now that his hands were cuffed, what would he do about those two things?
Could the warden find someone to help him with his meager needs for meals and bathing?
Yanchuan stared into Ariel’s eyes.
But the merciless warden didn’t seem bothered about such trivial matters.
His tone remained flat as ever, but the content of his words widened Yanchuan’s eyes.
“Isn’t there still me?” The warden looked at him: “Or do you wish to find someone else?”
“Your accomplice?”
Yanchuan:…?
The beautiful Eastern man opened his eyes wide, looking as if a small animal had been startled, dazed, still trying to comprehend Ariel’s words.
The warden meant… he would help him?
Yanchuan couldn’t believe it and couldn’t respond.
To agree would mean letting the person who cuffed him, Ariel, help him… bathe and eat?
To refuse would imply he had an accomplice, and the warden would definitely interrogate him about who the accomplice was.
Yanchuan didn’t want to implicate Hesse, even though the two of them didn’t have much of a connection to begin with.
He was already in trouble, why drag Hesse into it as well?
Though Hesse wasn’t a participant, Yanchuan felt it was best not to involve him.
The beautiful Eastern thief could only shake his head.
“I don’t have an accomplice…” His long eyelashes drooped, his eyes shimmering, “But won’t this inconvenience you?”
During work hours would be one thing, but staying here was no different from anywhere else. If the warden took him everywhere, wouldn’t he lose his privacy?!
Not to mention the tasks; at his age, didn’t the warden feel embarrassed?
“No,” the warden’s voice remained calm, “If you’re hungry, I can feed you now.”
In the quiet office, the long knuckles curled up, tapping on the table.
The tall, cold man stared directly at the fair and delicate face before him and even asked like a gentleman, “What would you like to eat?”
Yanchuan: “Not for now…”
[I admit I’d be very happy to see my darling being fed, but I’d much rather see her being helped to bathe…]
[You guys are really too much; doesn’t my darling have any privacy at her age? Let me do it; my nickname is Privacy!]
[Isn’t the map of your country a bit short?]
[Having come to terms with it, let’s disperse; regardless of what benefits an NPC receives, we can’t see it.]
No matter how the beautiful Eastern thief struggled, time still passed as usual.
At lunchtime, a prison guard knocked on the door to deliver lunch.
It was a double portion.
The guard delivering the food, upon seeing a black-haired beauty handcuffed to a chair in the warden’s office, was not surprised. He quietly asked if there were any instructions and, getting a negative response, closed the door and left.
The black-haired beauty himself thought: If only I could get some legal assistance…
However, within the confines of Confinement Island prison, clearly, the warden’s commands held more sway than the law.
Yanchuan watched helplessly as Ariel brought the dishes out, neatly arranging them on the table.
There was only one set of knife and fork.
Yanchuan silently averted his gaze.
He stared at the ground, feeling that the floor next to the chair was smoother than before.
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