“Are you saying that one supporter isn’t enough?” Hesse stared at the beautiful thief’s pale cheeks. “Do you want to find a few more, or…”
“Do you want to escape through the prison guard?”
Yan Chuan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.
His dark lashes suddenly drooped, concealing the dampness in his eyes.
For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.
To admit that he approached the guard to seek support—yet why did he ask for the guard’s key and often visit the office? Did one need to go that far to seek support?
It wasn’t about finding a supporter… it was about wanting to use someone else’s goodwill.
He hoped to find a chance to escape from the isolation island prison through the kind-hearted, sympathetic prison guard.
Yan Chuan bit his lip, feeling Hesse’s gaze piercing through him like a tangible object.
“Um…” The beautiful thief lowered his head under Hesse’s scrutinizing gaze, his lashes trembling. “I just want to get out…”
“It’s terrifying here,” his voice was slightly muffled, sounding soft. “I can’t just wait for my sentence to finish; there’s no way I can survive in the ‘competition.’ I would definitely be the first sent to feed the monsters…”
“But only the guards can access the ships that might take us out…”
The beautiful thief’s eyes were still red, his lips swollen from kisses, and patches of kiss marks dotted his sharp chin.
“You have such a bad attitude towards me,” he pursed his lips. “You won’t take me out with you; when you leave, you definitely won’t think of me…”
[It doesn’t matter if my wife finds more supporters, they’re all wings for her.]
[Poor baby, being bullied in such a terrifying place, sob sob sob.]
[I advise you to be a little nicer; otherwise, your wife will find someone else.]
[I don’t believe that in this prison, Yanchuan’s husband is only a few; what about the boss who bullied Yanchuan? Is he going to be released as well?]
Hesse was placed under scrutiny.
The delicate, beautiful Oriental’s voice was soft and seemed to be whining, while still stealing glances at him, the words he spoke were indeed accusations.
Claiming he mistreated him, afraid of becoming a victim, that’s why he sought out other men.
Hesse found himself laughing out of anger.
When had he ever treated him poorly?
Except for the initial refusal to agree with him, he had since reciprocated, giving him whatever he wanted, even enduring rejection when he wished to kiss him, afraid of scaring him.
Now he tells him he feels he has a bad attitude?
Hesse exhaled, feeling that not even the frustration of being confined for violating prison rules could compare to how he felt now.
But the beautiful thief seemed determined that he had a bad attitude and was being unkind, turning his face away.
Hesse turned him back.
“I haven’t forgotten you,” he held back his emotions and finally said, “It will all be over in just a few days; the supply ship will dock within two days, and then we can leave…”
In response to Yan Chuan’s puzzled gaze, he continued, “In any case, you just need to trust me for now.”
Hesse’s tone was firm, but Yan Chuan merely responded with a faint “oh.”
Then he turned his face away.
Hesse persistently turned him back again.
“…” Yan Chuan moved his face aside once more.
“Don’t you want to go out?” Yan Chuan murmured, “Aren’t they all outside?”
Hesse was so relaxed; did he still have the mindset to bully him?
“Yes…” At this reminder, Hesse finally remembered he had matters to attend to.
He maintained a serious expression and reluctantly spoke.
But his gaze lingered on the beautiful thief’s moist, soft lips, eyes heavy with desire.
Yan Chuan pushed him. “Aren’t you going yet?”
He had things to do but was still staring at his mouth?
Hesse grabbed Yan Chuan’s wrist and pulled him closer, wrapping an arm around his slender waist—
He tossed him back over his shoulder.
“I’m going to handle some affairs,” Hesse said, taking two steps forward, “Just wait for me.”
The world spun, and Yan Chuan was thrown back onto Hesse’s shoulder.
It took Yan Chuan a moment to regain his senses.
Why had he picked him up again!
Hesse walked quickly, and Yan Chuan was jostled, becoming even dizzier, his head bobbling.
“Put me down…!” Yan Chuan’s cheeks flushed more, as he hit Hesse’s back, trying to make him put him down.
But his little strength posed no threat to Hesse.
Hesse merely adjusted his position to alleviate his dizziness, yet he didn’t release him.
“Someone will be watching you,” he said coldly, “So you won’t run off with anyone again.”
Yan Chuan:!
He was the only prisoner in this entire jail, right?
Hesse brought Yan Chuan back to the original cell.
At the end of the corridor, the iron door had been violently damaged; this was clearly a place where prisoners managed themselves.
And Hesse was the instigator of this chaos.
He carried Yan Chuan inside, pointed to two prisoners, and instructed them to keep an eye on Yan Chuan for the next few days, ensuring he didn’t wander off.
“No one but me can enter here,” Hesse stated. “No one else is allowed, understood?”
The two prisoners he had selected replied in unison.
Still on Hesse’s shoulder, Yan Chuan huffed in frustration and slapped Hesse’s shoulder.
What about these NPCs? Couldn’t they let him complete his tasks?
Hesse ignored Yan Chuan’s resistance, finished his orders, and waved them off.
He then laid Yan Chuan on his bed, crouching down seriously to tell him, “What I’m about to do is a bit dangerous, so I can’t let you participate, understand?”
As Yan Chuan settled onto the relatively soft bed, he bit his lip upon hearing this.
“What are you going to do?” he couldn’t help but ask.
“Going to deal with the prison guard and the monsters,” Hesse said bluntly, providing no further explanation, “Listen, no one here besides me is worth your trust, not even that kind guard who’s been good to you.”