Since that day, Furukawa Kumisa's life has finally gotten back on track.

Although he is still imprisoned in this unknown house, he at least has a "living" space close to that of a normal person.

She was able to wake up with the morning light every day, then have breakfast quietly, read a book while leaning on the deck chair on the balcony, take a nap after lunch, and then have dinner in the leisurely afternoon of making tea and arranging flowers until nightfall.

Gin is back.

Gin returned to his previous routine of not seeing people during the day, but he came back earlier. Sometimes when he woke up in the morning, he could be seen without going out. Occasionally, Furukawa Kumisa would even think that his recent routine was just an ordinary day at work.

ethnic illusion.

After arriving "home", Gin also restrained his cold and depressive aura in the past. He no longer took pleasure in tossing her. The occasional kiss and hug seemed more like he simply liked to have physical contact with her, even if it was just to put her in his arms.

Handle your own affairs while holding me in your arms.

Occasionally she would feel that her current position towards him seemed to be just a walking human-shaped pillow.

...It would be great if that were the case.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. After about four or five days of this kind of clear soup and water, Gin came home angrily one night. There was a "bang" sound when the door opened, knocking out Furukawa Hisaya who was sitting at the table eating fruit.

Sha was startled.

She almost subconsciously covered her abdomen. Gin glanced at her and seemed to have lost some of her anger.

But Furukawa Kumisa smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke on his body, which was very unusual - in the past days, he seemed to have dealt with all the wounds and gunpowder smoke outside before returning here.

Several times, she glimpsed traces of treated wounds on his body in her hazy state of consciousness. He seemed to be very taboo about touching those unhealed wounds, which would always imprison her with a more suffocating force than usual.

She knew why, he was still wary of her.

She believed that Gin must have made a detailed examination of her body before bringing her here, and all the clothes and belongings she had here were provided by him, but even so, he still felt uneasy.

He had seen her unpredictable methods, and even her poisons and props, so he was extremely wary of her.

Furukawa Kumisa just didn't realize it, put down the apple in his hand, frowned slightly: "The smell of blood on your body makes me sick to my stomach."

She had always been polite to him, and Gin didn't care about her sarcastic words. If she suddenly changed her attitude towards him, it would arouse his suspicion.

Gin looked at her intently for a while, then walked into the bathroom.

She looked at Gin's coat that he casually took off on the hanger, and hesitated for a moment - this was a good opportunity to rummage through his pockets.

She stepped forward, casually took his coat off the hanger, ran her hand through his pocket, and found a mobile phone in her hand.

He left his phone in his pocket.

But she just paused, then carried his clothes to the door as usual, opened the door and threw his coat out.

When Gin came out, his long hair was still steaming, and his body was smelling of her familiar body wash. He glanced at the clothes rack and didn't see his coat.

His face suddenly darkened: "Where are the clothes?"

She raised her eyes and said in a cold voice, "It stinks so much, throw it out the door."

Gin did not open the door to get it, but walked straight to her, picked up her chin, and kissed her.

Different from his gentle kisses in the past few days, this kiss returned to his usual nibbling strength, causing her to feel slight pain and reach out to push him.

But he grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms again, and carried her to the bed.

He kept his last concern and did not throw her on the bed, but gently placed her on it, then avoided her abdomen and pressed on her.

Furukawa Kumisa gasped and avoided his kiss, "What are you crazy about..."

He pinched her chin again, a cold look flashed in his eyes because of her avoidance, "You are trying to anger me."

Furukawa Kumisa's hand that pushed him stiffened slightly, and she almost subconsciously covered her stomach, and then she seemed to have thought of something,

Taking a deep breath, he slowly lowered his hand, "...be gentle..."

Her current body simply could not withstand the ferocious plunder he had committed some time ago.

Gin snorted softly, but seemed to be miraculously relieved of his anger. He just hung his body and bit her lips a few times before going deeper.

He rolled back on the bed and leaned against her, taking her into his arms while she was still out of breath.

He took out a mobile phone from somewhere and threw it on the bedside table. Furukawa Kumiya's eyebrows jumped.

His voice rang from above her head, "That phone, no matter which number your text messages or calls are dialed out, will only be transferred to my phone."

Furukawa Kumisa was not surprised at all. In fact, she had thought of this a long time ago, so she did not conduct more futile experiments.

She didn't speak, and neither did Gin. She knew that he was waiting for her reaction.

Even if she didn't touch the phone, he still wanted to judge from her reaction whether she was trying to escape.

Will she admit it, deny it, or quietly change the subject? Perhaps no matter which choice she makes, he will over-interpret it.

Furukawa Kumisa snorted and said calmly, "That's good. Give me that phone."

Gin made no move - this answer was never what he expected.

After a while, he spoke: "What do you want it for?"

"If I need something now, I can only tell you after you get home, and then find someone to deliver it to you the next day. Why don't I just send you a text message and you can bring it home that night."

Her explanation was convincing and impeccable.

Gin was inevitably pleased by her - for her obedience, for her behavior of asking for his contact information, and even more so for the words "home" she blurted out.

Furukawa Kumisa was lying in his arms, looking at the way he was deceiving himself, and suddenly laughed a little.

——He has always known subconsciously that he has never given up the idea of ​​​​escape, and even made a series of tests for this purpose.

But when he behaves "obediently" in line with his inner expectations, he can still deceive himself and others to maintain the status quo.

The highest level of lying is to deceive oneself.

He still didn't let her go that night, but he was too gentle to be like Gin. She was locked in his arms and sobbing tremblingly. She clutched his collar in her confusion and cried: "Qin."

liquor……"

She had never called out his name at such a time before. Even if she was forced to collapse, she would just stare at him with blood-stained eyes and silently curse him as "madman."

It was only on the first night on the plane that she shouted "019".

Furukawa Kumisa has carefully thought about the opportunity for this change, and now it seems that this is a good opportunity.

She failed to observe how damaging her sound was to Gin, because she had already fainted from exhaustion - her body was indeed getting tired more easily since becoming pregnant.

Furukawa Kumisa did not expect that her "softening" effect would be so obvious until three days later, she saw Gin returning home covered in blood in the middle of the night.

As soon as he entered the room, she judged from the intensity of the smell that the smell of blood this time was not from others, but from Gin himself.

Gin was injured - and for the first time, he returned here without a proper bandage.

She raised her head with an "ooh" and subconsciously greeted him: "You are..."

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly feel that it was inappropriate to rush to check on him in such a hurry. He forced himself to stop, and the anxiety on his face turned into a cold look. He stood three steps away from him and stopped moving.

Gin glanced at her, his expression still calm, "Help me apply the medicine."

Furukawa Kumisa's heart was beating fast, but he still had a look of resistance on his face, "You can find a doctor yourself."

Gin ignored her and said directly: "The medicine cabinet is on the second floor of the cabinet in the living room on the first floor."

Furukawa Kumisa was really stunned now, "You want me to... get the medicine box?"

In fact, what she really wanted to ask was: "You let me go out?"

In the past nearly a month,

Gin never let her step out of the room.

Her door was always locked from the outside. She didn't have any tools to open the door, but she pretended to try to do it a few times, but it all ended under his pressure.

She could tell from the outside view of the balcony that her room was about two stories high. She also thought about whether to pretend to jump off the balcony, but in the end she was caught by the guards anyway, so she didn't bother herself anymore.

body.

But now, he let her go out - even though it was just out of the room.

Furukawa Kumisa wondered if this was a new round of temptation, and was about to refuse, but suddenly changed his mind.

She glanced at him, opened the door and walked out.

The sound of her footsteps going downstairs was very fast, and was not deliberately concealed. It was urgent and loud, and to Gin's ears, it was like beating a drum.

He waited in the room for a while, but still didn't hear the sound of her footsteps coming back upstairs, and his face became darker and darker.

He opened the door and walked downstairs. When he lowered his head on the stairs to look at the living room on the first floor, he did not see Furukawa Kumisa.

Reason told Gin that there was no possibility for her to escape from here.

During this time, he never stopped injecting drugs into her. She was so helpless that she couldn't even defeat the guards outside the house, let alone him.

But she was gone - just thinking about this possibility made him unable to suppress the screaming emotions in his heart.

A soft "thunk" sound interrupted his thoughts. He followed the sound and saw the figure next to the cupboard in the corner of the living room.

She wore a dark housecoat today, which wrapped her thin body. From a distance, there was only a thin figure squatting there.

She was covering her forehead and screaming in pain.
To be continued...