Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 184: The Golden Shackles

Ding Yixin’s gaze was icy, yet he smiled faintly at the "Rong Xingyu" who kept clamoring to go, and said, "When he comes back, that’s when you’ll be allowed to leave."

Ding Yixin stood up and opened a nearby drawer. He then pulling out a pair of shackles with a chain attached!

However, this pair of shackles was forged from pure gold, clearly custom-made.

When "Rong Xingyu" saw what Ding Yixin was holding, he cursed loudly and turned around to bolt toward the door.

But he was still easily caught by Ding Yixin, who twisted his body, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him back.

Panic finally appeared on "Rong Xingyu’s" face.

He kept murmuring a name under his breath, as if calling out to some intangible, nonexistent being.

"Click."

Ding Yixin locked the shackle onto his ankle and let out a low chuckle. "When Yuyu comes back, who knows whether he’ll still want to use your body. Forget it, let’s keep you for now."

"Rong Xingyu" widened his eyes and stared in terror at Ding Yixin who was smiling as he spoke.

Once he understood what ’keep you for now’ meant, "Rong Xingyu’s" body began to tremble uncontrollably, this man was insane, he’s completely and utterly insane!

That was how "Rong Xingyu" ended up being locked away by Ding Yixin.

But as the days passed one by one, the boy Ding Yixin was waiting for never returned.

His eyes were bloodshot as he fiercely gripped "Rong Xingyu’s" chin, using so much force it seemed as though he might crush the bones outright.

Even though "Rong Xingyu" was fed and cared for with good food and drink every day, he still wasted away rapidly.

He no longer acted as arrogantly as he had at the beginning. Instead, he looked as though he had been tortured to the brink and just one step away from completely losing his sanity.

"Rong Xingyu" screamed hoarsely, "I don’t know! I really don’t know where he went!!!"

Ding Yixin abruptly opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at the boy sleeping peacefully in his arms.

So it was a dream.

The cold sweat seeped from Ding Yixin’s forehead and all drowsiness vanished.

He got up very lightly.

Rong Xingyu frowned unconsciously as the source of warmth beside him suddenly disappeared.

Ding Yixin pulled open the drawer of the cabinet and it was a pair of pure gold shackles lay glaringly inside.

They were exactly the same as the shackles that had appeared in his dream just moments ago!

Ding Yixin’s eyes churned with dark inky turbulence.

He reached out and gently stroked the exquisite ankle shackle.

Ding Yixin’s expression was extremely calm, as if on countless other late nights, he had repeated this same action more than once.

Only by caressing this shackle with its chain could he calm himself down.

A voice deep in Ding Yixin’s heart was clamoring.

Lock him up! Lock him completely at his own side.

Break his’s wings, imprison him within a cage forged of pure gold, and make him only for you alone.

That way, Rong Xingyu would never leave.

But another voice rose up in fierce opposition: No, you can’t. That would frighten him.

These two conflicting voices were like raging flames, suspending Ding Yixin’s heart over them and scorching it without end.

The veins on the back of Ding Yixin’s hand bulged once more.

He lowered his head and his expression hidden in the shadows.

Only when Rong Xingyu’s soft and slightly puzzled voice sounded from behind, "Dr. Rong?" did he finally react.

Rong Xingyu had suddenly felt the warmth beside him disappear in his sleep.

Not long after, he groggily woke up.

Huh? Where was Dr. Rong?

Rong Xingyu couldn’t help but yawn.

He sat up and lifted a hand to rub his eyes.

By the moonlight, Rong Xingyu vaguely saw Ding Yixin’s back.

So Rong Xingyu threw off the blanket and climbed out of the warm bed.

He didn’t even bother looking for slippers, stepping onto the floor in just a pair of creamy white socks.

Still rubbing his eyes, Rong Xingyu walked toward Ding Yixin and called out again in confusion, "Dr. Rong?"

Hearing that slightly sticky, just awakened "Dr. Rong," Ding Yixin snapped back to his senses.

His fingers twitched.

Just as he calmly pushed the drawer shut, he suddenly felt a weight on his back.

The unique milky scent belonging to the young man instantly enveloped Ding Yixin.

The expression on Ding Yixin’s face froze.

Meanwhile, Rong Xingyu who is clinging to Ding Yixin’s back, his body soft like a puddle of milk and he noticed nothing at all.

He put all his weight on Ding Yixin’s back and reaching out his hands to wrap his arms around him.

Still not fully awake, Rong Xingyu gently rubbed his face against Ding Yixin’s back, his voice sounding like a spoiled whine. "What are you doing?"

Ding Yixin reached back with one hand, afraid Rong Xingyu might lose his balance and fall.

"Nothing," Ding Yixin said, shaking his head helplessly.

There wasn’t even a hint of guilt, as if humoring a child.

All he was thinking about was how to coax Rong Xingyu back into bed to sleep again.

But unexpectedly, Rong Xingyu shook his head. His drowsiness had faded, and he gradually became more alert.

He had seen it just now.

He didn’t know what he was thinking, but Rong Xingyu rose onto his toes and reached past Ding Yixin’s back toward the drawer in front of them.

Ding Yixin’s body stiffened for an instant, but he didn’t stop Rong Xingyu.

When Rong Xingyu pulled open the drawer, his eyes widened.

He wasn’t foolish, he naturally recognized what it was.

"This is..." Rong Xingyu’s throat tightened and he still didn’t finish the rest of the sentence.

He wanted to ask Ding Yixin whether this had been prepared for him.

Even with the moonlight behind him, in the dimness, Rong Xingyu seemed to clearly see the look in Ding Yixin’s eyes.