He never got the mile

About the cats, he was too engrossed to get worried about them. If only he knew they. . .

"You can stand up. Or do want to remain in my embrace? You seem to like it," Mingyu commented.

"No, I don't," Yanjun replied as he stood up hastily. He turned away to hide his blushing appearance. He liked his cologne. Not the type of like that makes you want to remain in his embrace but the type that makes you want to own one. At least, that is what he believed.

"Keep being a good boy and you could get anything else," Mingyu left this message before leaving the room unhurriedly.

Yanjun had the opportunity to jump happily, he was pleased by what he got. He got the mile he asked for after receiving an inch but could he call that hug an inch? Was it worth it?

This was only the beginning. He believed he will be able to get to his girlfriend soon.

When the woman brought his dinner that night, it took him all his willpower to prevent voicing his appreciation to her. He nodded at her with a smile before digging into the dish he was served.

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Wen YanJun woke up early to work out. He was met with the middle-aged woman when he got downstairs. He did not know how she was alerted of his movements.

She smiled and bowed to him. he nodded in response. "I am trying to find the gym," he told her glancing at the guard at the door. He was not the same person he shouted at more than a week ago.

"I will take you there. come with me," she told him warmly.

He followed her through a door into a well-equipped gym. It reminded him of the gym he had a membership in and he began missing his friends and everyone he left.

He was a stranger when he first left home but after a while, he found people he got along with especially the four other members of their group. They disbanded because two of them wanted to leave as soon as the contract expired.

They were both from the same country and they must have missed home so much. He had plans to go back to his family and his girlfriend. It pained him that he was not able to enjoy the smell of home before he got taken away.

The nice woman showed him where the towels were kept and pointed at the fridge too. Such first-class treatment, he hoped they will continue to give him more until he gets let out. Like a caged bird, he was bent on flying far away.

After a shower and breakfast, he asked Ye Miao to take him around the house. She showed hesitation but she did not voice it as she led him down the stairs. He was not allowed to go to the other parts of the house.

He could only walk within the area Ye Miao led him through. He was in a wing of the house and he had no idea about what the other parts looked like.

"I am not allowed to go further, right?" he asked sadly as he looked at the door that Ye Miao stopped him from opening.

"The door won't open without the master's permission. I am sorry," she apologized with her head bowed.

Wen YanJun realized that he was given only an inch instead the mile he thought he got from the permission the master of the house gave him. He laughed in self-pity before turning and walking away from the door.

He will have to think of some other way to meet the man's son. If the man had plans to have this part of the house completely independent of the central house forever, he will only get to feel the pressure of his imprisonment.

He was losing his mind unable to talk to anyone for more than a week and when he thought he got lucky, his hope was thrown out of the window. That only made him feel crazier. He glanced back at the door.

Humans don't feel good being locked up even if they are introverts. An introvert that Yanjun was before going into the entertainment industry would prefer to stay indoors but the moment, he discovered he was locked in, he began feeling restless.

A rat could stay in a corner for a long time but the moment he discovers he was caged, that will make him restless and in need of an escape route.

One week was enough for him to reach his breaking point and he was approaching it very fast. The half a dozen rooms in this part of the house did not ease the caged feeling he felt.

"Do you wish to talk to the master, again?" the woman asked him.

He paused on his track and turned to look at her. He began shaking his head thoughtfully but stopped halfway and nodded. "I will love to eat lunch with him."

"I will relay your message to him," she agreed immediately as though she has been waiting for him to say something of that sort for a long time.

"I have read all the books in the room, could you bring in a new set?" he asked. That was a lie because he only got to read those that had impressive-looking book covers.

As an idol, he has not been able to read books and he could not go to college but he wanted to do all he was not opportune to do in the past seven years. He wanted to go to one of the best fashion designing colleges in the country while he tries to build his clothing line.

It might be difficult but he had equipped himself with all the encouragement and willpower he needed in the past but he was forced to put a hold on it all because of a sick pervert he hated with every second that passed.

Even if this man does not let him go, he still wanted to live his dreams and he was going to do anything to get that either brutally humiliating or not.

Being the celebrity that he was, he has seen people spend a lot on their outfits and that increased his love for fashion designing and made him want to attain a height of wealth and recognition with the woman he loved. They were going to be everyone's favorite power couple.

He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled it. His frustration was pent up and boiling with nowhere to vent it. He had only six weeks left to apply to his dream fashion school or he would have to wait for a year or a half a year.