The Doll I Raised Was Grabbed Again

In the center of the city stands a doll museum. A doll stands in the display window, its porcelain-pale face adorned with silver-rimmed glasses. Behind the lenses are light brown eyes, noble and aloof. Yu Ting bites off his white glove, revealing a hand wrapped in red thread. His fingertip slips beneath the doll's hem, brushes its slender waist, and flicks a switch. Chi Rong wakes up. Yu Ting smiles tenderly. “We're home. What would you like to eat?” Chi Rong bites his fingertip and licks the blood. “I want to eat you.” Yu Ting presses a finger against his lips. “No. You've eaten too much lately.” Chi Rong's voice turns cold. “You're mean to me. I'm going to find someone else.” With that, he climbs onto the window ledge and jumps down. Yu Ting: ... He really felt like he had raised a little tyrant. Yu Ting's long, slender fingers curl slightly. The thread in his hand draws taut, and the runaway young master is pulled back. He ties Chi Rong's hands with a necktie, smiling with a refined, gentle expression. “Since you insist on being disobedient, I'll just have to lock you up.” The next day, Chi Rong lies meekly in Yu Ting's arms without a word. Look closely, and you can see several suspicious bite marks on the back of his snow-white neck. There's a split at the corner of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes are still red from crying. So cute. I want to make him cry hard again. ﹥Polished and respectable on the outside, obsessive and possessive seme x spoiled, aloof, precious doll uke who is always on the verge of being played to pieces Theme: World peace