In a sealed room, the dim chandelier on the ceiling flickers with a faint yellow light, emitting a "zzzz" electrical sound.
The surrounding walls are made of iron sheets, at first glance, like a large container, covered in rust.
On them, written in dark red paint, is a shocking line of large characters—
[You'll never escape from the palm of my hand, my sweetie.]
On one side of the room, there's a closed small door, and the only piece of furniture inside is a military bed just one meter wide.
The military bed, like the surrounding iron walls, is also covered in rust.
On the bed, a round-faced boy with delicate features, sits there, his breathing rapid, his face pale as paper with fear, his eyes wide in terror, observing the surroundings.
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The livestream room of [Your Cute Zhi'en].
[Star user *Short and Fat* has entered this livestream room, welcome!]
[Star user *ygs.qs* has entered this livestream room, welcome!]
