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Chunyu Yan's eyes were half-open, half-closed as he nodded faintly.
"Can't move, not a bit of strength..."
"Having no strength is even better." Feng Yun said with a warm smile, and swiftly found a hemp rope used for tying up books when moving. She skillfully tied up both his hands and feet together.
"Feng Twelve, you..." Chunyu Yan asked in a cold voice.
"What are you going to do?"
"Behave yourself, or else I'll hand you over as a thief and see how you can face Lian Ji and be a person in the future?"
With that, Chunyu Yan indeed became obedient.
Feng Yun casually turned the person over, looked emotionlessly at the cold mask for a moment, and forcefully pulled it off...
Chunyu Yan's eyes widened.
Damn thing, has he uncovered his mask again?
Chunyu Yan growled, "Who gave you the courage? Do you believe I will kill you?"
Feng Yun smiled and patted his face, "Good boy, you're so beautiful, don't be afraid to show your face."
