Bab 37: I'm Afraid of Pain

"Father..." Unexpectedly, Ilodyer revealed a sweet, and almost coquettish smile.

The Elven King stared at him in surprise, and suddenly feeling a constriction around his body.

At some point, the strands of silver threads had stealthily approached him, and swiftly binding his wrists and ankles.

These fine threads, they were four in total, it bind around the Elven King's wrists and ankles, and dragging him to a wide chair near the bed.

Naturally, the Elven King did not resist, he just looking at Ilodyer in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Ilodyer lifted the covers, he dressed in a white nightshirt, with flowing black hair that exuded an indescribable allure.

"Father..." Ilodyer stood before the Elven King, his black eyes fixed upon him, and fingertips lightly teasing the Elven King's resolute jawline, "Doing things that make Father happy."

The Elven King chuckled softly, "Then why bind me?"