"Shen Nanzhuo, let me ask you again, which one do you want, roses or sunflowers?"
The black hair was scattered casually on the shoulders, the white dress was stained with blood, and the pale but attractive face of the man kneeling on the ground gave people a strange sense of beauty.
Just as Shen Nanzhuo was about to open his mouth, Ji Wucheng threw the towel stained with various makeups on the ground. The sound was not loud, but it seemed particularly heavy in the current dead atmosphere.
"Think carefully. If you get the answer wrong, you won't want these hands anymore."
"... Rose."
Ji Wucheng smiled and Shen Nanzhuo answered correctly.
He pulled up Shen Nanzhuo who was kneeling in front of him, pulled him back and let him sit on his lap.
"Be good, tell me everything about you and Shen Nanqing. Don't think about dying without proof. Once I find out something is wrong," Ji Wucheng took Shen Nanzhuo's left hand that was supposed to be wearing a ring, put it to his mouth and kissed it, "You have to keep one of your hands and legs."
Intention: Break free from the shackles and be your unique self