She followed him and saw him take out a gold-gilded card and swipe it against the sensor at the door.
With a sound of 'Beep!', the glass door opened automatically, and she followed him and walked up.
The hall is large and luxurious, just like stepping into a five-star hotel, splendid and radiant.
Walking on the shiny tiles, her heart tightened, because once she stepped here, she was like a bird trapped in a golden cage, under his control, living humbly.
When she came to the elevator door, she saw him pressing the button for the 33rd floor. The elevator door opened and she walked in.
Entering the elevator, she looked at the numbers climbing up one by one with a worried expression. Her hands behind her back were clasped together nervously, and her fingers dug into her palms, causing pain.
Thinking of him getting closer and closer to her, thinking of his cold and deep black eyes, and his arrogant aura, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and her fingers pierced her palm hard, making her slightly wet.
With a 'ding!' sound, the elevator door opened.
Under his leadership, she stopped at the door of a room. The door was carved with a flourishing tulip pattern, which was luxurious and beautiful.
She stared at the door tightly, as if she could make a hole out of it.
Thinking that he was here, her heart almost jumped out of her throat with nervousness.
"The door has been opened. You can go in. I have completed the president's instructions and brought you here. I'm leaving first. You have to serve the president well, you know?" He said indifferently, as if he was bringing the woman here.
It's something I'm used to doing.
In this man's eyes, she was just one of many Ling Muze's playthings.
A trace of sadness slipped through her heart.
He didn't have the patience to wait for a plaything's answer, so he turned and walked towards the long corridor.
Looking at the empty corridor, she had a strong fear of a little white rabbit falling into a wolf's circle.
I really want to escape like this at all costs.
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However, he couldn't move even one heavy step, as if he was frozen on the ground.
What would Ling Yucheng do if she ran away? What was the point of her being so cruel to him in the first place?
When things got to this point, she had no room to look back. She had to take this step and walk towards the little beast waiting for her to come to her door obediently.
Every bit of life with Ling Yucheng came to mind, his kindness, his meticulous care, and the look in his eyes showing heartache and despair, which severely hurt her nerves.
Gritting her teeth, she opened the door and walked in.
As soon as she entered the house, the first thing that caught her eye was the mess all over the room. Cups were broken, and the woman's underwear was scattered on the floor. You can imagine how intense the situation was, and she gasped when she saw it.
She stood there blankly and realized that Ling Muze called her last night and the place where she had sex with women was right here.
Here, I must have had n lovers.
Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a slight pain slipped through her heart.
Just as she was standing there, feeling gloomy and dry, she heard the sound of water coming. She looked for the sound and saw that on her right side, there was a frosted glass door. The sound of water came from there.
Through the light green glass, she vaguely saw a figure moving.
Her hands were clutching the hem of her skirt, and she was so nervous that she even breathed cautiously, fearing that he would walk out of the bathroom naked.
Looking at the woman's personal clothes lying on the floor, she also saw white/turbid dirt on the sofa and rose-colored carpet. She smelled the residual scent of love in the air, and her abdomen felt like she had eaten greasy food.
, it was overwhelming and uncomfortable, causing heart-wrenching convulsions.
Biting her lip tightly, she kept standing so stiffly that her legs were almost numb.
Thinking that she would have to stay in this apartment that smelled of him and other women from now on, she frowned and looked at everything in front of her with deep disgust.
It was obvious that both the decoration and the items were extremely luxurious, and the decoration was obviously her preferred warm color scheme, but she was shivering all over from the cold, and even her blood was about to coagulate.
She stood there stiffly, dazed, and in pain, and the sound of the bathroom door opening sounded behind her.
She clenched her hands, looked up, and was stunned, her face as pale as paper.
That person was not Ling Muze.
But a woman.
She is also an extremely sexy and charming woman.
Her shoulders were half exposed, and the white bath towel wrapped her delicate body. Her breasts were half exposed, as white as fat, and small pink flowers bloomed in them, which were obviously traces of last night's passion.
She is very beautiful, enchanting, charming to the core, full of femininity, with an oval face, delicate willow eyebrows, a beautiful nose and red lips, and a delicate and smooth neck.
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Ignoring her sharp and cold eyes, she is an extremely beautiful woman, which makes all men suffocate when they look at her, and even women lose their attention when they look at her, including her.
She stared blankly at the charming woman in front of her, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on her dry palms.
The woman's beautiful eyes were cold and her lips were pursed coldly as she walked towards her. She couldn't help but clenched her fists nervously.
She was so angry at Ling Muze that she was really a despicable guy. Did he want two women to fight to the death for him? Or was this another way to burden her? Let other women punish her?
‘Pa!’ A heavy slap hit her face, a burning sensation spread, and her painful head turned away.
Before she could recover from the slap, she heard a high-pitched cry: "You shameless bitch, you dare to snatch a man and come to the door, get out of here, don't even look at what a bear you are."
, you still want to argue with me about Ling Muze, and you don’t even know what kind of person you are!"
Her beautiful eyes widened as she stared at Shui Xi, and her originally delicate facial features were distorted by anger. After scolding her, she raised her hand to wave at Shui Xi again, wanting to slap Shui Xi again, but Shui Xi resisted.
He grabbed her wrist and threw her aside forcefully.
Blood flowed from the corners of her lips and penetrated into her lips. There was a smell of iron embroidery. She raised her hand to wipe it, and her lips were stained with blood red, which gave her a stubborn beauty.
She wanted to slap her back, but thinking of her current situation, she clenched her fists and endured it.
With how evil and perverted Ling Muze is, maybe he has installed a camera in this apartment, and maybe he is hiding in a corner to watch them because she is fighting with each other.
She didn't want to comply with his wishes and let him watch all this with pride.
And her silence made the woman regard it as cowardice.
"If I don't beat you, you shameless bitch, you dare to argue with me, Ling Muze, you really don't know how high the sky is, if I don't beat you, get out of here!" The woman screamed and scratched.
Pass her hand.
Because her nails were too long and she was grabbed so hard, a long dark red scar was left on her arm. Then, before she could avoid it, her long hair was pulled hard, causing her scalp to ache.
Numb.
"Damn woman, go to hell." The woman said viciously. Her originally beautiful face was completely hideous and terrifying. Her fingers were tugging on Shui Xi's hair. Shui Xi felt so painful that her scalp was about to be torn off.
My vision gradually blurred, and a scene from a long time ago appeared in front of my eyes. I don't know how many years had passed, but it was clearly imprinted in my heart.
It was a hot summer day, and she had long black hair. At that time, she was stupid and couldn't comb her hair by herself. The hair she combed was crooked, and she looked as weird as she wanted.
Help from others.
Before Ling Muze came to this house, her mother had combed her long hair. After Ling Muze came, under the coercion of her mother, he combed her long hair.
In the yard, the sun shines and the cicadas chirp, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
She stood under the sun with her hair disheveled. Behind her, stood a young man who was warmer and brighter than the sun. The young man took a wooden comb and combed her hair.
She felt Ling Muze standing behind her sullenly combing her hair. Although she liked the delicate and soft feeling of his fingers passing through her hair, she didn't want to force him to comb her hair, and she felt very sorry.
Pursing her lips in frustration, she said in a low voice: "Little husband, let me go and cut my hair, so that you don't have to go to the trouble of combing my hair every time."
I thought he would be happy to agree, but as soon as she finished speaking, a clear but firm voice sounded: "No, if you dare to cut off one hair of this hair, let's see if I ignore you!"
She turned to look at him with some doubts, saw a flash of light in his eyes, and summoned up the courage to ask: "Don't you hate combing my hair? You don't have to comb my hair anymore after I cut it.
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"You still feel aggrieved when I say you are a fool. You are a big fool. Not only are you stupid, you are also very clumsy." He gave her a cold look with great displeasure.
There was a soft light on his face, and he raised his hand to stroke her head. His voice had never been pleasant. She was used to his bad temper, although she didn't know whether he hated her or not.
Combing her hair, she felt a sweet feeling in her heart when she thought that he didn't want to cut off his hair, and she smiled stupidly at him.
His expression was stunned for a moment, and a soft light appeared on his usually cold face. She was completely stunned when she looked at him, and she almost stopped drooling.
And his next move made her widen her eyes in shock.
His fingers were stroking his hair as if they were fine silk: "The only thing I don't hate about you is your hair..."
His voice is like a curse, lingering in my heart, and it still can't be let go.
After that, she always protected her hair very carefully. Even if a child saw her and threw mud or stones, she would always reflexively cover her head and protect her hair.
However, after living in this city and wandering the streets for a few days, her hair became knotted and split.
After being tricked into entering by the nightclub proprietress, because her hair was like a tangled ball of wool that was difficult to open and comb, the waiter cut her waist-length hair without asking for her opinion.
Down, it only reached shoulder level.
She was so sad that she burst into tears. She could not get out of this shadow for a long time. She felt vaguely that if she lost her long hair, even if she saw Ling Muze, he would not recognize her.
Later, after being adopted by Ling Yucheng, she had a lot of hair care products. She carefully styled her hair and no longer cut it. Now it has grown to the buttocks, and it is very dark and shiny.
She could endure being beaten and scolded, but she couldn't pull her hair, and that woman was still pulling her hair fiercely.