Chapter 257: The Confrontation

He had pushed himself into a dead end.
“I’ve finished washing…” Yan Chuan averted his gaze from Heise, lowering his head to the dark marble counter, speaking very softly.
Heise said nothing, his fingertip still lingering at the corner of Yan Chuan’s eye, making him turn his head away: “I want to get down…”
No matter how much dirt was on his face, and with his clothes soaked, he surely must be clean now?
Yan Chuan didn’t know what Heise’s gaze meant; he could only whisper for Heise to let him down.
He pushed lightly, and Heise finally replied, “Wait a minute.”
With the unsteady gaze of the oriental beauty upon him, he casually added, “You still have dirt on you; wash again.”
With a slight shiver, the slender figure quietly refused, “No need…”
But he didn’t have the strength to resist Heise; his resisting hand was easily grasped, and with two or three movements, the completely soaked short sleeves were pulled off.
A large expanse of snow-white skin was exposed to the air.
Just as imagined, it was soft, fair, and delicate, like a plate of glistening, appetizing jelly.
The figure was slender, resembling a boy who had yet to undergo full development, with a flat chest, only slightly rounded.
It was small enough that one hand could hold it, its color adorned with a very light pink.
It was pure white, having never seen the sun.
[How cute, so small… I’m like an elementary school student; I just want to suck on it first!]
[Yeah, the blackened bad dog is quite something, first filming wifey’s little moments and now undressing her, what luck!]
[You all are happy, but I worry that it’s too small and too narrow; wifey might be very uncomfortable, boohoo.]
[Actually, you could hug her neck and cuddle close, just a little reminder.]
“I haven’t asked you why you’re near the warden,” Heise’s casual comment extinguished Yan Chuan’s struggles completely. He raised an eyebrow: “Someone should have told me the reason. I didn’t hear it; I want to hear it directly from you.”
Upon hearing the word “warden,” Yan Chuan felt like a wound-up puppet, frozen in place, his head hanging low in defeat.
His dark lashes drooped, and he heard Heise continue, “Because I believe you can give me a reason.”
“Do you think that’s true?”
The wet clothes were tossed aside, the delicate white shoulder shivering slightly, and he bit his lip harder.
A moment of silence followed.
Yan Chuan felt a bit cold; he had just been drenched in cold water, and even his forehead was wet. When dressed, it was bearable, but now that he was undressed, he could feel the slight chill.
But he didn’t dare move; the sink was cramped. If he leaned back even a little, he would press against the icy wall.
In front was Heise, a tall figure blocking his space completely.
Heise’s hand was even resting on his shoulder.
The warmth of his hand contrasted sharply with the coldness everywhere else.
Yan Chuan had nowhere to go; he could either endure the cold against the wall or lean forward, hiding in Heise’s embrace.
This man’s words were sharp, but his hand was warm and rough.
Yan Chuan bit his lip.
“Because I stole…” As he formulated this sentence, he no longer felt embarrassment; only his eyelashes trembled from the cold: “I got caught stealing the warden’s seal…”
He hesitated as he spoke, his expression heavy with guilt: “The warden caught me, and he personally decided to guard me.”
“I was cuffed by him,” the slender, beautiful oriental thief explained to his protector why he hadn’t informed him: “Only the warden has the key to the handcuffs; he said he would guard me and hasn’t let me leave his side.”
“I don’t know anyone in the prison,” his elegant brows furrowed, tears glistening in his eyes: “I don’t know who to turn to to tell you… The warden treats me very badly; he only lets me uncuff when I’m sleeping…”
His tone was pitiful, tinged with a sob’s urge, as if tears were about to spill.
His gaze towards Heise was filled with unwavering trust, and even being pressed under the water felt like his own misfortune, as he sniffled and softly explained why he had failed their appointment.
So pitiful.
Heise paused for a moment and then asked, “Did he keep you locked up for four days?”
The oriental beauty with tear-filled eyes and a red nose nodded.
“The warden was very angry,” he lowered his gaze: “He said he wanted to correct my bad habit of stealing, but I can’t change it; otherwise, I wouldn’t have ended up in jail…”
“Still here, in a place where I don’t know anyone…”
By the end of his words, his tone had turned snivelly, fragmented as anyone could feel pity listening to him.
Heise should have also felt pity, but now his expression was slightly darkened as he asked: “When was it that you went to the warden’s office? Why did he catch you personally, and where were you?”
In the oriental beauty’s clearly guilt-ridden gaze, he pressed on: “The time I went with you? Why did you take his seal, and how did you know the warden had a seal?”
He leaned in, getting closer, the ridge of his nose almost brushing against the exquisite thief’s fair cheek, his gaze fixed directly on him: “Hmm?”
“Why are you not speaking?”
Yan Chuan felt the warmth of breath so close he instinctively held his breath.
How could he trick him this time?
Faced with those beast-like green eyes, Yan Chuan realized he could no longer play the pity card to wriggle out of this.
Heise had regained his composure, directly pointing out the loopholes in his words and asking without reserve.
Yan Chuan felt like he would burst into tears under Heise’s scrutiny.
But Heise remained focused on him; he had no way of getting through this deception again, so he had to answer honestly.
“It was that time…” the oriental thief’s gaze drooped with guilt: “I couldn’t help my little habit of stealing; when I opened the drawer, I saw the warden’s seal, and in a moment of recklessness, I took it…”