After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up - Chapter 107.2

Do You Like It? (2)

Why did he go to slay the dragon alone but then ended up bringing back the unconscious dragon and what was he going to do next?

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu did not know or dare to ask.

Inside the laboratory.

Zhuo Fu concentrated on analyzing a drop of dragon blood in his test tube.

The blood drop was round and full, scarlet and viscous, and it contained faint golden threads with invisible magic surging in it.

While asking Mu Heng about the Mu family’s ancient records, he was recording something.

Mu Heng sat aside and replied in a cold, concise tone.

At this point, he lowered his eyes, opened his phone to take a look, and suddenly stood up.

Zhuo Fu was startled by the other party’s sudden movement.

“W-What’s wrong?”

Mu Heng picked up his coat resting on the chair’s back.

His expression was still too composed to reveal any clues, but the depths of his blue eyes seemed to be surging with some invisible and dark currents, and his voice was low. “He’s awake.”

Zhuo Fu froze for three seconds before realizing whom Mu Heng was talking about, but by the time he reacted, the other party had already hurriedly strolled out the door, his slender, straight back disappearing from his sight.

“…” Zhuo Fu sighed, lowered his head, and continued his research.

A few seconds later, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

… Wait, how did Mu Heng know so quickly that Shi An was awake?

Soon, Zhuo Fu remembered Mu Heng asking him to “take over” the surveillance camera a few days ago and his expression became a little strange.

Although it was understandable…

It also felt a little perverted.

***

When Mu Heng pushed open the door, Shi An looked down, puzzled at the shackles on his feet.

The bright sunlight spilled down from the window, quietly coating the young man’s white back.

His neck was long with a slender spine, slightly curved into a supple and taut arc, the butterfly bones were well defined, sliding beneath the thin flesh, and the spine sunk deep into a soft furrow, gracefully extending downward until it was lost in the fabric.

The sunlight slipped down like a stream of water and was held in the nook of the young man’s waist.

Clink, clink, clink.

The chains accompanied his movements with a crisp and pleasing clattering sound.

Mu Heng took a step forward.

Shi An heard the sound of footsteps, fiercely straightened up as if frightened, and quickly turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

His pupils involuntarily shrank slightly.

… Mu Heng?

Although there was already a premonition in his heart, when he saw the other person, Shi An still felt strange astonishment.

The silver-haired man stepped forward with light blue eyes showing an ice texture that would melt in the sunlight, intense and cold, silently approaching Shi An.

When he took a step forward, Shi An subconsciously moved back an inch.

When Mu Heng stood in front of the bed, Shi An’s back was already against the wall and there was no way to retreat.

Mu Heng leaned down, his fingertips touching the silver chains fastened to the bed’s leg.

His long eyelashes were lowered, hiding the expression under his eyes.

But for some reason, Shi An just remembered that day, in the smoke and volcanic ash, Mu Heng held a blood-stained sword, pupils narrowed like a needlepoint, eyes cold and horrible.

He subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

As a dragon, he had rarely been afraid of anything, but now…

Shi An was a little terrified.

It was not out of fear, but…

There was an unknown emotion whirring under the other party’s eyes that seemed to make Shi An feel instinctively uneasy.

“Do you like it?” Mu Heng asked in a calm voice.

Shi An blinked, not expecting the other party would first ask this question.

Shouldn’t you be questioning things like “you’re a dragon” or “you lied to me”?

He accidentally wandered off for a little while.

But Mu Heng did not seem to care about it.

He stretched out his hand, holding the chain with his fingertips. The clash of metal rang out in the dead silence of the room, sounding like an uncontrollable strain on the nerves.

“Not many things in this world could lock a dragon.”

Mu Heng slowly and methodically wrapped the chains around his palm in a loop.

“Most of them are in the Mu family.”

Shi An could feel that the long chains under the quilt were being tautened little by little and the pulling force at his ankles gradually increased.

He subconsciously shrank backward, but behind him was the hard wall.

At this point, he seemed to realize something and stammered, “W-Where is this place?”

Mu Heng said, “My home.”

He calmly raised his eyes and a pair of extremely dark and cold eyes silently fixed on the young man not far away.

“Accurately speaking, Mu ancestor’s residence.”

Shi An froze for two seconds.

At that moment, the chains were pulled to the end. Shi An was startled to feel himself being pulled by a strong force outward.

He panicked and tried to escape, but his slender ankle was held by the man’s burning, dry palm, and he was easily dragged over.

Mu Heng held the young man’s bare foot in one hand while leaning down unhurriedly.

His cold silver hair slid down like a flowing spring and fell on Shi An’s body, rousing a little ominous shiver. “I heard you like silver.”

The man’s finger bones were long and slender, his palm burning hot, his fingers slowly and gently rubbing and sliding between the young man’s ankles and chains, kneading and stroking carelessly.

His movements brought up the crisp sound of metal chains hitting.

“Do you like it?”

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