Without thinking, he grabbed her hand and held it hard.
"What are you doing? Let go!" An Ruo turned around and glared at him angrily.
Xing Tian's eyes were dark, and he suddenly pulled her into his arms, holding her waist tightly with his hands, and kissed her lips.
An Ruo was stunned for a second, then struggled angrily. But her little strength had no effect at all in front of him.
The man kissed her hard, with anger and domineering conquest.
An Ruo, who was extremely angry, bit his lip hard, and he had to let go of her. She took the opportunity to push him away with all her strength, and slapped him with her hand.
Xing Tian didn't dodge. In fact, he could have grabbed her hand, but he accepted the slap willingly.
An Ruo looked at him bitterly, her eyes red.
The man's deep, dark eyes looked at her as well, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.
In the end, she ran upstairs without saying a word and said nothing to him.
"BOSS, are you okay?" A subordinate stepped forward and asked him cautiously.
Xing Tian waved his hand and motioned for them all to step back.
He exuded a cold and angry aura, and everyone around him knew that he was very angry, so they retreated obediently, and no one dared to disturb him anymore.
An Ruo returned to the bedroom, her heart beating violently.
She had been trying to appear calm before, but she was actually very worried. She was afraid that Xingzhen would really use hypnosis on her and erase her memory.
If she lost her memory, she would forget Tang Yuchen and Kang Kang, and they would never get together again.
She did not doubt that Xing Tian had the ability to erase her memory.
Tang Yuchen once told her that if she was hypnotized by Xing Tian more than three times, her memory would be confused. It was not easy for him to deliberately erase her memory.
Also, the man imprisoned in the dungeon that the two mentioned was probably Mo Hua.
Has his memory been erased?
Mo Hua, I will definitely find a way to rescue you.
An Ruo stopped making noises and painted quietly on the balcony every day. The people she painted were either Tang Yuchen or Kangkang, happy or unhappy.
She remembers every move and charm of theirs very clearly and draws them very well.
Every time Xing Tian sees Tang Yuchen in her painting, his expression is very sinister.
"An Ruo, don't draw him anymore, my patience has its limit." He squatted beside her and said in a steady voice.
But she showed no fear: "What I draw is my freedom, you have no control over it."
The man's hand slammed down on the drawing paper, preventing her from continuing.
"Are you really not afraid of angering me?" he asked coldly.
An Ruo looked at him and was silent for a few seconds, then picked up the drawing book and got up to open the door.
"Take it and burn it." She handed the drawing book to the servant outside the door.
The servant looked at Xing Tian, the man nodded, and then she took the drawing book and burned it.
An Ruo turned around and sneered: "Now you are satisfied, right?"
Xing Tian approached her and showed a gentle smile: "As long as you don't think about Tang Yuchen and don't want to escape from me, I won't object to anything you do. An Ruo, the day after tomorrow is our wedding day, are you mentally prepared now?
"
"No. I told you, I won't marry you."
"I don't want to force you, you'd better think about it carefully." Xing Tian said gently, but everyone could hear the determination in his words.
"What if I die without marrying you?" An Ruo asked.
The man held her shoulders and smiled softly: "You should understand that I have many ways to make you agree to marry me."
