The Gentle Paranoid Who Locked My Ankles

The entire network recognizes Ruan Si as the cleanest and gentlest top psychiatrist. Cold and restrained, with deep sense and deep sense, he can see through everyone's thoughts, except his own heart that is crazy about one person. It rained three years ago. Under the eaves, the soft illustrator Wen Yao held his painting tools, his ankles bent, and he was quiet and patient, not noisy or making a fuss. At this glance, Ruan Si's desolate and silent world was completely filled with a beam of moonlight. From then on, gentleness became a prison and preference was a shackle. She gave Wen Yao the best tenderness in the world. He has everything covered in food, clothing, housing and transportation, his temper is patient and infinitely indulgent, and he pampers the soft and pain-shy little girl to the point where everyone envies him. But no one knows—— Underneath the gentle skin is a possessive nature that is extremely pathological. She quietly cut off all her social interactions, controlled all her whereabouts, and took away all her freedom. Late at night, Ruan Si leaned over, clasped her slender and fragile ankles with his palms, rubbed them with his fingertips, and spoke in a gentle and sinister voice: "Yaoyao, don't run away." "Your freedom is not important. Staying with me is your destination." Wen Yao was born to love freedom and fear restraint, and most wanted an unfettered life. She is greedy for Ruan Si's extreme preference, but is also afraid of her gentle confinement. Struggle again and again,