On a dark highway, a black Aston Martin Vanquish sped past.

The party was held in the suburbs, some distance from the nearest police station. Seth casually found a tie, bound the young man’s hands, and tied him to the passenger seat, driving him over.

This little lamb, apart from shouting a couple of phrases when he was first pinned down—phrases from a language Seth didn’t understand—had quickly shut up after a threatening glare.

The timid young man quickly fell silent, his body trembling slightly, but he didn’t even dare to whimper.

Now Seth understood a little why his nickname was “Oily Rat.” His courage was indeed like a rat’s.

Am I going to die?

Fang Chen thought in despair. Where is this person taking me? Maybe some desolate factory, where he’ll chain me up and saw off my limbs with a chainsaw.

That’s how it always played out in American horror movies.

The young man wished he could curl into a ball, cursing himself in his heart for being so careless, risking his life for a bit of money.

The little lamb was trembling violently. The passenger seat was spacious enough for him to curl up pitifully. From Seth’s angle, he could just see the perky little lamb tail, a fluffy little ball that seemed to tremble along with its owner’s shivers.

Because of this posture, the already short bloomers crept up even further. The flesh at the edge of the pant legs was squeezed out, pouting a pale pink.

Seth’s gaze lingered for two seconds before looking away.

He frankly admitted that this was a little lamb that suited his tastes in every way, but he wouldn’t spare him any extra pity for it, let alone let him go.

The car continued forward until it was blocked by a roadblock ahead. Several police officers waved their batons, signaling for the car to stop.

Fang Chen’s eyes lit up, and he quickly sat up straight.

I’m saved!

But a glance from Seth next to him made him immediately shrink back, burying his head like a quail.

The two police officers had already approached. Seth opened the car door and got out.

“Sir, are you heading back to the city?”

The police officer’s attitude was very polite, probably because the sports car was so eye-catching.

“The road ahead has collapsed and is under repair. It’s temporarily closed. You may need to take a detour.”

Seth frowned.

This was the fastest direct road to the city. If he had to detour, it would probably take twice as long.

If it were just him, he wouldn’t mind, but in his car there was still…

“Sir, is there anyone else in your car?”

The police officer suddenly asked. Seth raised an eyebrow and looked towards his car. This little lamb had gotten bold, leaning forward with his whole face pressed against the glass, his mouth opening and closing as if shouting something.

Unfortunately, the car’s soundproofing was excellent, and not a single sound could get through.

Should I just hand this bad guy over to the police here? Let them transfer him to the main station?

But soon, Seth extinguished this thought.

In such a desolate place, with only a small tin shed and two police officers on temporary duty, sending such a little lamb over, there was no guarantee something wouldn’t happen.

Of course, that had nothing to do with Seth.

But for some reason, the image of the young man curled up and trembling flashed in his mind.

Forget it. Since I’m the one who caught him, I should be responsible for his safety on the road.

Seeing that one of the police officers was already walking towards the car, Seth suddenly spoke up, “There’s no one else in the car.”

“Sir, are you joking?” The police officer looked at the young man inside the car and shrugged. “Perhaps you could take off your mask before you speak.”

Seth’s lips twitched slightly. “Of course.”

He took off the gray wolf mask, revealing an overly handsome and extremely oppressive face.

The police officer was stunned. “Seth Bolton?”

He couldn’t not recognize him. After all, this face appeared on major posters almost as frequently as a celebrity’s. Likewise, his handsomeness was no less than those celebrities.

There were rumors that Seth’s mother had some Irish blood, which was why his eyes were gray-blue. His brow and cheekbones were as deep-set as if carved by a knife, his jawline sharp, and his features clean-cut. When his thin lips were slightly pursed, they exuded a cold and distant air.

The police officer silently thought, no wonder he’s so popular.

But he quickly put on a smile. “It’s a great honor to meet you here.”

Seth’s expression didn’t change, he just repeated coldly, “There is no one in my car.”

“Of course!” the police officer said quickly. “We’ve already checked. There’s nothing in the car.”

Seth’s face finally lost some of its coldness, and he gave a faint nod. “Sorry to bother you.”

Watching Seth get back into the car, the police officer was still waving goodbye enthusiastically. “Have a pleasant evening.”

The black sports car’s engine roared. It quickly reversed and turned onto another small road.

Fang Chen was completely unaware of what had just happened outside. He couldn’t hear the sounds from outside. He had just mustered all his courage to attract the police officer’s attention, but just as the officer was about to open the car door, the man said something, and the officer turned and left.

In that instant, Fang Chen felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cave, convinced that he was going to die.

After the man got back in the car, he took him on another road, remaining silent the whole time. This made Fang Chen’s heart pound, constantly feeling that the man would pull out a knife in the next second.

But he had taken off his mask.

Fang Chen glanced at him a couple of times, then quickly looked away.

It was quite different from what he had imagined. He had thought he would be covered in scars or have some kind of defect. But this was normal, too. That’s how it always was in those American horror movies.

The perverted serial killer uses his handsome appearance to make people let down their guard, willingly taking the bait.

…

He didn’t know what this little lamb was thinking about, his expression changing back and forth, and he kept sneaking glances this way.

The man holding the steering wheel suddenly said faintly, “So you like walking right into a trap?”

Is this the first time he’s seen someone actively wanting the police to take him away? Does he know he’s messed with someone he shouldn’t have?

Too late!

Fang Chen flinched, sitting up a little straighter, but his head was still lowered, not daring to look up at the man.

What does he mean? Is he mocking me?

Indeed, he had been blinded by money, flocking to a fancy watch. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

The young man’s body trembled a couple of times, his voice very light, with a tremor, “I’m sorry… can you let me go?”

The man let out a sneer. “Are you dreaming? But you can indeed take a nap. This road will take all night.”

Fang Chen lightly bit his lip.

Driving for so long, are we going to the end of the world?

But it was also good news. From what this person was saying, it seemed he wouldn’t kill him for the time being.

He forced himself to calm down. Maybe there was still a chance to live.

A little later, maybe Jamin would realize he was missing. Unfortunately, his phone was left in a locker when he entered the party. He couldn’t even send a message now.

The top priority was to stabilize this man.

Fang Chen’s spoken language was already poor, and in such a tense moment, his speech was even more jumbled.

“I have money. Maybe you want money? Or anything else. As long as you let me go, I’ll give it to you.”

Seth let out a laugh of unknown meaning.

“Your money is already mine, though I don’t care about it.”

He dares to mention the money he earned by selling fake tickets to my match.

“As for other things…”

The man slammed on the brakes, and the car came to a screeching halt.

He unbuckled his seatbelt with one hand and leaned over towards Fang Chen. His aggressive gray-blue eyes stared intently at the young man, and he asked with a half-smile, “What can you give me?”

Fang Chen’s body stiffened. He swallowed, his lips moved, but he didn’t dare to utter a single syllable.

The space in this sports car wasn’t small, but at this moment, it felt inexplicably cramped to Fang Chen, almost difficult to breathe.

Fortunately, the man didn’t say anything more. He gave Fang Chen another cold look, then pulled back, opened the car door, and got out.

Only after the car door closed again did Fang Chen gasp for a couple of breaths.

That scared him to death. He thought…

Fang Chen pursed his lips and looked out the car window. He didn’t know which small road the car had driven to. There was wasteland on both sides, not even a single streetlight. But not far away, there was a small gas station with a convenience store next to it.

A short while later, he saw the man walk out of the store with a bag. Fang Chen quickly looked away, lowering his head. He observed his nose and heart, looking like a super-obedient hostage.

The man got into the car, only took a bottle of energy drink from the bag, and threw the rest to Fang Chen.

Then he casually untied the tie that was binding Fang Chen’s wrists.

Then he raised his chin and said succinctly, “Eat!”

His wrists had been tied all the way. Now that he could finally move them, Fang Chen quickly rubbed his wrists.

Seth glanced over and saw a bright red mark on the young man’s fair, slender wrist. He frowned imperceptibly.

The tie was from an event he had attended before, a six-figure price tag. The fabric was soft enough. Moreover, Seth had tied it himself just now; he knew he hadn’t used much force.

It still chafed red.

Too delicate!

The man judged in his heart, but his gaze still lingered on it.

.

This person is looking at me.

Fang Chen could feel it. He didn’t dare to look up, afraid to meet his gaze. He silently opened the bag. Inside were a few bags of bread and milk.

What is this? Is he afraid I’ll starve to death and won’t be fun to play with anymore?

But Fang Chen was indeed hungry. At this time, he couldn’t care less. As long as he was alive for one more second, he couldn’t give up on himself.

He tore open the package and took a big bite, his cheeks puffing out as he chewed forcefully.

Seth leaned back in his chair, casually watching this little lamb eat. He was eating quite seriously, and the little lamb ears on his head bobbed along.

Sending such a little lamb to prison, the man could imagine what would happen to him.

Timid and delicate, where did he get the courage to sell fake tickets? Can he bear the consequences?

Seth inexplicably felt a bit annoyed. He opened the car window a little. The cold wind blew in, carrying a hint of moisture.

It looked like there would be a heavy rain soon.

This was a country road. Not only was it a long way, but the road was also difficult to drive on. It would be even more troublesome if it rained heavily.

Seth remembered that a little further ahead, there was an abandoned factory where they could take shelter from the rain. But in that case, he was afraid they would have to spend the night there.

—with this little lamb.

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Author’s Note:
Irresponsible Little Theater*
(The couple wears a matching set of pajamas)

Fang Chen loves to wear Seth’s pajamas at home.
Because the size is too large, he only needs to wear the top, and it has the effect of a nightgown on him.
This also leads to Seth often having to be bare-chested.
But both of them think this is very good.
Fang Chen can bury his face in Seth’s chest muscles anytime, anywhere, and take a few bites as he pleases.
Seth also saves the step of taking off his pants, and can just pick Fang Chen up and enjoy him to his heart’s content.