First there was a soft "click", then there was a suffocating silence, then there was another "beep", and then there was a dull sound of the door closing.

He Xiaoman judged that this was at least the sound of two doors being opened and closed.

Then, very regular footsteps came towards her step by step.

He Xiaoman suddenly began to struggle violently, even though he knew he couldn't move.

Not being able to move, not being able to move, and not wanting to move are three completely different behaviors, and naturally represent three completely different results.

The distance from the door to where He Xiaoman was was not very far, the man only walked ten steps.

Perhaps it was the body's instinctive reaction, but He Xiaoman felt her hairs stand on end, and an emotion of anger and fear made her body tremble slightly.

I think the host must have had an extremely terrifying experience before dying, which is why she reacted like this now.

Quiet, breathtaking quiet.

He Xiaoman makes every part that can show movement move, even a hair.

This is a normal reaction for ordinary people. If she remained motionless, this person would immediately have some doubts about her.

Bubu didn't mean that the host died on the tenth day of marriage. Since the host was just an ordinary person, then He Xiaoman would have at least ten more days to live as long as he behaved like an ordinary person.

"Oh!"

There was a very soft laugh, so soft that He Xiaoman almost thought it was his imagination.

She tried to mobilize her whole body to show her struggle.

"hehe."

"Ayan, do you want to know where you are now?"

He Xiaoman showed her willingness to nod, but in fact she couldn't move. She didn't even know whether her actions were reflected.

There was a warm and unfamiliar touch on his face, and then the sound of "bah, bah" sounded continuously. The light in front of He Xiaoman's eyes became stronger and stronger. After the last "bah", the sound in front of He Xiaoman's eyes

There was pain, and then a dazzling light suddenly spread out.

He Xiaoman quickly closed his eyes and then slowly opened them, then closed his eyes and opened them again, finally adapting to the change from darkness to light.

The man in front of her was wearing a very light pink shirt, so light that it was almost white. He Xiaoman didn't know what he was wearing underneath. She could only see the man's upper body.

As soon as he regained his vision, He Xiaoman quickly took a look at his location and the surrounding environment.

This is a very strange room, long and narrow enough to only accommodate a single bed.

He Xiaoman can only explore everything he sees through a limited perspective.

She probably knew why she was motionless.

At this moment, her whole body was covered with a kind of black tape, and she didn't know how many layers it was tightly wrapped with.

The sound of "blah blah blah" before was just Zhong Cheng tearing off the tape that sealed his eyes layer by layer.

He Xiaoman felt a little relieved now. He thought that the numbness and soreness in her body was just caused by the long-term restraint that caused the blood vessels to not flow smoothly. It was not that she was disabled or drugged.

Although she was relieved, she still showed great anger and kept singing "The Chrysalis" with her body to express her emotions.

Because of the layers of tape, she couldn't even speak if she didn't move.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would believe it. This high-quality man wearing only a shirt, who looked extremely noble and exuded an elite aristocratic temperament, turned out to be a bitch!

Out-and-out b-state!

It seemed that He Xiaoman's struggle was in vain. His anger and fear pleased Zhong Cheng, and his chest vibrated again and he let out a happy laugh.

"Baby, are you hungry?"

He Xiaoman glared angrily.

"Haha. Not hungry? Not thirsty?"

Zhong Cheng didn't feel dissatisfied with her appearance at all. Instead, he was considerate and concerned like a real newlywed couple. After finishing all the work and seeing off the guests, the groom lovingly asked his wife if she was tired.

In fact?

Every idiot knows that He Xiaoman can't express any opinions in this state. So what if she's hungry or thirsty? She can't even shake her head and nod. What do you mean?

This person has been talking to himself in this gentle and considerate tone since he appeared.

He looks like a gentleman, but in fact he has a kind of arrogance and self-confidence in his bones, and he is sure of victory.

I just know that you can't do anything, so I just want to tease you and irritate you, what do you think?

"After bleeding so much, did you really not notice?"

He took out a mirror so that He Xiaoman could see that his whole body was indeed wrapped in circles, except that the ring finger of his left hand was not tied, and he was holding a small hot water bottle in his palm.

He Xiaoman's pupils shrank.

She had a lot of dirty things to say.

I recall that when I first entered this realm, I heard the sound of "tick-tock" water, and thought it was because the faucet was not turned off or it was raining outside.

fart!

That's her body, and her ring finger is bleeding.

I don’t know what kind of medicine was used on the wound, and coupled with the effect of the hot water bottle, the small wound never scabbed and was constantly bleeding.

In the picture that flashed by when the man put away the mirror, He Xiaoman saw something placed in a glass bowl, and her blood had been drained out of a third of the bowl.

"Ayan, are you really angry? Your face is red with anger. You look prettier when you are angry than usual. Girls should be bright and flamboyant. What does it look like to be submissive? I am

Marrying a wife is not about choosing a servant, are you right?"

There was a touch of warmth on his cheek. The man put away his hand, but took out a handkerchief from his pocket with his other hand and wiped it constantly, as if he had touched something dirty.

"Are you hungry? Not hungry? You have to eat even if you're not hungry. I don't like you abusing your stomach, be good."

The man still walked at the same pace as when he came, taking ten steps without haste or slowness, and walked to the door.

When I came back, I already had an extra dinner plate in my hand.

Then there was the familiar sound of "blah blah blah" again, and He Xiaoman's mouth was exposed.

It was only then that He Xiaoman realized why she couldn't even hum.

Her mouth was stuffed with something, and it was still under anesthesia, so even after it was cleaned, she still grinned and drooled like a hemiplegic.

The man took a mouthful of porridge with a look of distress on his face, and manually held He Xiaoman's chin up and down to make a swallowing gesture. Part of the hot porridge flowed into his mouth, burning He Xiaoman's mouth to the point where he had countless blisters, but it was just numbing.

Under the influence of y, I don’t know the pain at all.

The other part is along the corner of the mouth, chin and winds a little bit to the neck.

Wrapped in layers of tape, He Xiaoman still felt hot.

"Isn't it delicious? I ordered someone to prepare this specially for you, coriander porridge." He smiled maliciously and added the only dish: "There is also coriander mashed potatoes."
Chapter completed!