I met a yandere rich girl online using fake photos, and she kidnapped me.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Lin An, who had been "ravaged" so much, was sitting in that chair with a haggard face.

His hands and feet were still tightly bound by metal handcuffs.

And this thing seems to have an adaptive function.

Once locked, it will fit Lin An's skin perfectly, making him almost unable to move and leaving him at Huo Nianci's mercy.

Two hours!

Lin An felt his tongue was completely dry, and his little brother was exhausted.

The skin around her eyes had a light dark tint, as if it had been drained of all moisture by prolonged exertion.

His breathing became shallow and short, and he had to stop every now and then to catch his breath.

Opposite him, Huo Nianci was still sitting at that small table, holding a feather in her hand, gently stroking his face.

In stark contrast to Lin An, Huo Nianci looked to be in good health.

The rosy cheeks made her look very healthy.

Although her breathing was faster than usual, it was much more steady than Lin An's.

She held the feather and ran the downy tips of the feather back and forth across his cheek.

Lin An tilted his head slightly to avoid the tip of the feather, and said weakly, "Nianci... can we end this now? I really can't hold on any longer."

Hearing her plea for mercy, Huo Nianci stopped striking the feather in her hand.

She looked up at his haggard face.

I checked the time on my phone again; it was already 4:30 PM.

Four hours had passed since they entered the hidden room.

And it's time to go home.

So Huo Nianci finally nodded and said, "Okay, we can end it now."

Hearing her say that, Lin An breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting down the feather, Huo Nianci stood up from the carpet and walked over to him.

She bent down, cupped Lin An's face in her hands, kissed him passionately, then released her, straightened up, and stepped on the footrest of the chair.

A snap.

The four silver metal rings popped open at the same time.

It detached from his wrists and ankles and retracted into the chair's hidden slot.

Lin An's hands and feet were freed.

He first flexed his fingers.

He then placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, slowly straightened his knees, and tried to stand up from the chair.

But just as he was about to take a step forward, his knees suddenly went weak.

After yelling "Holy shit!", he immediately collapsed to the ground.

Huo Nianci was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Lin An suddenly prostrate himself on the ground, his mouth pointing towards her glistening toes.

She couldn't resist tucking her big toe into Lin An's lips and wriggling it around.

She chuckled and then withdrew her foot, saying, "It seems An'an's legs have gone numb from being restrained for too long."

"It's okay, let me ease your symptoms first before we go out."

Lin An looked up at her.

He didn't know what she meant by "relief," but he saw her gaze shift to the props hanging on the wall.

Huo Nianci reached out and took a black hammer from the hook.

The hammer's forearm was covered with a layer of non-slip black rubber at the end.

The hammerhead is round with a slightly protruding tip, and is entirely covered by a layer of black soft leather.

It looks like some kind of massage or tapping tool.

She walked back with the hammer in her hand, squatted down in front of him, and gently tapped her palm with the tip of the hammer, making a muffled "plop" sound.

"How about giving An'an a massage?" she said.

Lin An's gaze swept back and forth between the black hammer and Huo Nianci's serious face.

He suddenly stood up from the ground.

Won't hitting with this black hammer cause injury?

No, no, absolutely not.

Lin An tried to show that the numbness was gone; he even stomped his foot: "No need, no need, I feel much better now, my leg is completely numb!"

Huo Nianci did not stand up.

She remained squatting in the same spot, looking up at him, and gently waved the black hammer in front of him: "No, An'an has been sitting in that chair for too long, her blood circulation is poor."

"If I don't massage it, I'll feel even worse at night."

"Really, it's not necessary," Lin An said, taking a half-step back. "I can walk a few steps by myself."

Huo Nianci stood up.

She took a step forward, holding the hammer.

The previous tone of negotiation had completely vanished, replaced by a command: "Get on the bed."

"Oh," Lin An struggled for the nth time and failed. He habitually walked over and lay down on the bed.

Huo Nianci smiled, her movements revealing a hint of excitement as she prepared to massage Lin An.

She knelt down at his ankles, her legs spread on either side of his calves, her knees pressing against the edge of the mattress.

Then, she held his calf with one hand to keep it straight and stable, and with the other hand, she held the black hammer and tapped the muscle of his calf with the tip of the hammer.

As the blow landed, a tingling sensation instantly exploded in Lin An's calf.

His entire calf felt numb and sore, as if it were enveloped by a small ball of electricity. He suddenly curled his leg up, but Huo Nianci pressed it down with her hand.

"Don't move," she said, "we haven't finished knocking yet."

The hammer tip fell again, this time in a different position.

The same short, precise thud, the same small, tingling sensation exploded in his calf.

"Oh my gosh!"

Lin An grabbed the bed sheet with both hands and shouted with his mouth open.

Huo Nianci asked even more excitedly, "Is it that comfortable?"

"It's not comfortable," Lin An said, "it's uncomfortable."

"No, you're very comfortable," Huo Nianci ignored Lin An's reaction and raised the hammer to bring it down again.

The long-lost Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique has reappeared in the martial arts world.

Huo Nianci's hammering speed was a bit faster than before, and each blow landed precisely on a different part of his calf.

Lin An was being pounded on, and her shouts came one after another.

"Oh my gosh!"

"I can't take it anymore..."

"Nianci, that position won't work..."

"I can't hold it in anymore!!!"

Each shout was an encouragement to Huo Nianci.

Her hands moved faster, as if searching for a frequency that would elicit a louder response.

With each call of Lin An, the corners of her mouth would curve up a little, and with each call, she would change her position and continue tapping.

He massaged Lin An with a soft hammer for half an hour.

When she finally put down the hammer, Lin An lay on the bed, breathing rapidly, her toes clenched, looking as if her soul had left her body.

Seeing his expression, Huo Nianci realized that her massage had been effective.

She got up from his ankle, satisfied, put the black hammer back on the hook on the wall, walked back and patted him on the back: "Okay, get up."

Lin An remained silent.

"Get up, An'an," Huo Nianci called out again, "If you don't get up, I'll have to give An'an a massage."

Do I need to press it again?

Upon hearing this, Lin An's wandering mind returned instantly, and he quickly jumped out of bed.