Ji Junxue suddenly, at that moment, became petrified on the spot.
His eyes wide open like copper bells, staring at the scene outside the window in a dazed, fear-stricken manner as if he had seen a ghost.
Outside the window, Feng Tianleng leaned lazily against the window, casually biting into an apple with one hand, while lazily swinging a silver chain, like something resembling handcuffs, in the other hand.
In the next second, Feng Tianleng threw the 'handcuffs' inside through the window.
With a clattering sound, it fell into the metal sink.
He spoke with calm indifference.
"See if you want to put it on yourself, or if you need me to help you."
Ji Junxue looked down and only then noticed the exquisitely made handcuffs Feng Tianleng had tossed inside.
No, wait! They were ankle shackles, larger than handcuffs, with long chains adorned with luxurious gems at intervals.
Truly a pervert, having such things at home.
