A Kong has been staying in a dark and small room since he was a child. He has never seen the outside and does not know the outside world. From time to time, someone will come to draw his blood and inject him with drugs. It hurts very much, like

Ants gnawed at his body, but he persisted.

Because someone told him to take him to see the sky outside, the blue sky, which he must live well to see.

He is very good-looking, like a porcelain doll, and his body is clean. He even held my hand that day, but my hands were dirty and my body was dirty, but he did not dislike me and not only smiled sweetly at me

, and hugged me, she looked so beautiful, like a little angel, and smelled delicious, I wanted to take a bite secretly.

But in the end he didn't take me to see the outside world. He was taken away by the person who gave me the injection last time. I didn't want him to go. Once he came, I would be here alone. He was my toy.

can be taken away.

I pulled him to prevent him from leaving, but in the end I was pulled away. I struggled constantly, probably because I didn't expect that someone who was usually very obedient would suddenly become disobedient, and I broke free unpreparedly.

I ran to the man's side and bit his collarbone hard. I smelled blood, but my mouth was sweet. Is this the taste of an angel?

Soon I was pulled away, and the man was taken away. I also saw the tears in the corners of his eyes. He was pitiful and helpless, as if he would break if touched, but I don't regret it. How can a toy leave its owner?

I wanted to be punished, but I still wanted to reach out and wipe him, but he was taken away and I couldn't touch him.

I was beaten hard after that, but I didn't care.

What is mine is mine. Sooner or later I will lock him with me. No one can separate us.

I spent many years with repeated acupuncture every day, but after that time, I never saw the little angel again. When I saw him again, I had to walk out of the dark cage that had locked me in for half my life.

The little angel grew up and became even cuter. I wanted to see him cry, but I pulled him off the altar with my own hands. At this time, I looked at him condescendingly, extremely embarrassed, and chased behind him an ugly thing with a ferocious face.

The bed was still dusty, I was panting constantly from running, and my voice sounded good. It would definitely sound better in bed.

I rescued him, but he didn't recognize me and kept apologizing to me. I smiled and said it didn't matter, he was still as innocent as when I was a child. He took me deeper and he was looking for someone, a very special person.

A very bad person. A person who will make him cry and say no.

He said that the zombie virus is now breaking out, and the world order is constantly losing control. There are already zombies in the research institute. They must quickly find the pathogen of the zombies. They say it is being held in the innermost dungeon, and now they are going to collect that person's pathogen.

samples, and also reminded me that that person was very dangerous. He thought I was a researcher like him and thanked me along the way.

How simple!

When he walked into the dungeon and found broken chains all around him, he instantly panicked and turned around in a panic, like a little rabbit, spinning in circles.

I walked over and patted him gently, and sure enough, he suddenly ducked away and then came closer to me, like a frightened little rabbit, with his eyes still red.

His voice was also soft, "I messed up again. I can't even collect samples without people."

What I said at that time, yes, what I said at that time was "It doesn't matter, I will go look for it with you."

He trusts me more.

There were a lot of zombies along the way, and he leaned against me tightly, as if I was the only one in his world. His waist was very soft, and he would avoid even the slightest touch.

After searching all the way, I didn't see a third living person. Of course I couldn't. After all, there were so many zombies that they couldn't survive.

He was very frustrated and felt like he was about to cry. I was much taller than him. He grabbed the front of my clothes. Oh yes, my clothes were taken off a researcher. He lay in my arms and cried, tenderly.

So softly, I hugged him and comforted him softly.

"It's okay, you still have me, I will always be with you."

He hugged me tighter. He said that he was very scared. He had never encountered such a thing since he was a child. He told me a lot in a daze, saying that he was very weak when he was a child, and it was not easy for him to recover once he came out.

He got lost, and then he met an older brother, but the older brother's bite hurt him. When he finally got home, he had a fever, and his mother was still quarreling with him.

This time he ran out secretly and wanted to help his father get the sample in advance, but he didn't expect the sample to escape.

Finally, he fell into my arms and cried himself to sleep. I kissed his hair gently, it smelled so good.

I reached out and touched his collarbone. Sure enough, there was a bite mark, which was my mark, but it was not enough. He could still leave me.

I picked him up and walked out of the research institute. I didn't see a single zombie around me. They didn't dare to come over. After all, I can break the chains, let alone their heads.
Chapter completed!