The room was very quiet. Jamie Qiao was disturbed by the sound of his own breathing. He did not dare to look up at Lucas Lu in the camera, nor did he dare to look down at the lifelike wooden hand that fell to the ground.
He carved them himself and sold many of them, both customized and original. Everyone collected them, and no one ever used them like this.
Lucas Lu actually wanted to use him...
Jamie Qiao timidly turned his head to look at the wooden hand lying quietly on the ground. The knuckles were clear and slender, and the joints were very flexible. It was obviously made of wood, but as he looked at it, he always felt that it seemed to be alive, and even warm.
"Qiao Qiao." Lucas Lu urged in a low and slow voice, "Be good."
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