Murong Jingwan bit her lower lip tightly and held back her cry of pain.
Xuan Ningxuan's movements did not stop because of her pain, but became more violent. The more painful Murong Jingwan was, the happier he was.
The pain came one after another, and Murong Jingwan closed her eyes in embarrassment.
"Who allowed you to close your eyes?" Xuan Ningxuan's emotionless voice came from above.
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, filled with tears, but Murong Jingwan stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.
Although it hurt, Murong Jingwan was stubborn and refused to beg Xuan Ningxuan for mercy.
"What, does it hurt?" Xuan Ningxuan asked coldly.
"Your Majesty, I will not beg for mercy from you." Murong Jingwan said with difficulty.
"Really?" Xuan Ningxuan sneered at the corner of his mouth, but his actions became more and more rough.
Murong Jingwan's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and Xuan Ningxuan's face in front of her became increasingly blurry, eventually falling into darkness.
Xuan Ningxuan stood up without any emotion, straightened her clothes, and walked out of Murong Jingwan's room.
The next day, Murong Jingwan didn't wake up until noon.
Murong Jingwan moved her body slightly, and the injured area under her body was burning with pain, as if it was being roasted by fire.
With just a small movement, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Murong Jingwan's body.
Murong Jingwan felt as if she was in the clouds, her body was limp and she couldn't exert any strength.
Murong Jingwan forced herself up, her long black hair instantly covering her white body, but the red wedding quilt made Murong Jingwan's heart ache.
His newlywed husband didn't know when he left. She was the only one left in the huge room, which was very cold.
Seeing the clothes scattered on the ground, Murong Jingwan hugged her body tightly, her heart ached.
This time when she walked out of Murong's house, she took nothing with her. There was nothing that belonged to her in that house.
Murong Jingwan smiled calmly and lay down again. Everything will be settled as it comes.
She has long been used to loneliness and being humiliated.
Compared to the beatings and scoldings he suffered at Murong's house, Xuan Ningxuan was already kind.
Raising her hand to gently stroke her breasts, Murong Jingwan smiled sadly. She would have to live with her breasts for the rest of her life and would never be able to see people with their true colors.
