Muchuanxia, be my woman! I will let you have everything." Lan Yichen said softly.
This sentence woke her up from her numb state. Mu Chuanxia endured the pain in her body and pushed Lan Yichen away fiercely, "Lan Yichen, you really make me sick!"
She rolled out of bed desperately and ran to the bathroom. She felt that she was so dirty, really dirty. She just wanted to wash away everything he had left on her body.
Lan Yichen narrowed his eyes dangerously. He stared closely at Muchuanxia who was staggering towards the bathroom. Even in the dark, he could clearly see her perfect lines and her waist-length black hair.
Her hair covered the scenery behind her, and her fair skin looked even more delicate in the dim light.
This woman dared to call him disgusting. Which woman after following him didn't try every means to please him, hoping to gain his favor again.
Only this woman, ignorant of good and bad, repeatedly challenged his authority, and now she made it seem as if he had raped her. Young Master Lan had never been so cowardly.
With a "Bang!" sound, the bathroom door was slammed shut. Muchuanxia leaned against the door and slowly slid down the door panel. Tears kept falling. She was really in pain.
She hurts, Brother Yi, what are you doing? What would you do if you knew what Xia'er is going through now?
*
Inside the Ou family's villa.
Ou Yi suddenly sat up from the bed. His high-end silk nightgown was soaked with sweat, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
"Brother Yi, what's wrong with you? Are you having nightmares again?" Murong Weiwei sat up sleepily and asked, wrapping her arms around his muscular waist from behind.
Ou Yi opened her hand without mercy, threw her aside, and said in a cold voice, "I'll say it again, don't call me brother Yi, you are not qualified!"
He rolled out of bed, without even looking at the woman on the bed, and walked directly to the bathroom. If his grandfather hadn't forced him to sleep with this woman, he wouldn't have returned to this room that he hated so much.
He irritably took off his nightgown and threw it aside, turned on the shower head, and washed his tall and perfect body to his heart's content.
Murong Chuanxia, how long are you going to torture me? Why do you always appear in my dreams!
He punched the wall, closed his eyes and saw her pitifully crying for help. Why was this dream so real? His heart felt so uncomfortable as if something was tugging at it.
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