She clearly remembered the last accident and how she survived that night. Large swaths of snow fell on her exposed shoulders and hair. Her desperate scream was blocked in her throat, and her body was torn apart.
The pain in her lungs stayed with her all night, until she finally fainted, and she didn't see clearly who the man who took her virginity was.
She only remembered that his chest was full of blood, and he was seriously injured. His blood, combined with her virgin blood, bloomed in the snow like winter plums in the twelfth lunar month.
Shaking his head in despair: "I won't sleep with you, I don't want... don't..."
She was a little excited. Shi Feiyan turned over and looked at her who was not feeling well. Suddenly he seemed to feel something. He quickly got out of bed and approached her, trying to calm her excited mood.
However, when Xinhan saw his movements, he immediately rushed toward the door in panic.[
"No, I don't want..."
She yelled in fright as she rushed out.
The chick couldn't escape the clutches of the black panther. Before she could run to the door, a strong arm picked her up from behind.
Shi Feiyan hugged her and turned over, but Xin Han began to struggle desperately, kicking Shi Feiyan's calf hard with his feet, screaming in terror, as if he was crazy.
Shi Feiyan had a vague feeling that she might have some psychological shadow about what happened that night. Any girl who was tortured as an antidote would have a psychological shadow. This was his sin, and he must atone for it himself.
But he couldn't be sure, it was just a thought that suddenly flashed through his mind.
"My heart is cold, wake up! My heart is cold, wake up!"
"Let me go, don't touch me, let me go, let me go..."
Shi Feiyan frowned more and more, grabbed her arm, pressed her body, and prevented her from struggling wildly. As the two of them were pushing, Shi Feiyan suddenly groaned, and the wound on his chest began to hurt.
"Let me go, let me go, don't... don't... dad... dad..."
Xinhan was still shouting hoarsely. Shi Feiyan had no choice but to make a chopping motion on her neck. Finally, the room became quiet, so quiet that there was no sound.
He looked at Xinhan's hair, which was messy due to his struggle, and sighed dejectedly.
Then he covered her with a quilt and exited her room.
When Hongying saw Shi Feiyan, the white gauze on his chest was already blooming with a dazzling red rose.