A stream of biting cold water poured down from the top of my head,
"don't want!"
I screamed and stood up from the bed, pulling at the wound on my back. The pain made me burst into tears.
He gasped and reached out to touch his face. His clothes were all wet, and water droplets flowed from his hair, soaking his wounds.
I had just woken up from a nightmare, and before I could recover, the cold water made me tremble with coldness.
"Bitch!" An arrogant and domineering voice came from above his head, and he raised his head angrily.
I saw a pretty woman with a graceful figure standing in front of me.
Holding a golden washbasin in his hand, his red lips pursed slightly, looking domineering...
The woman's face felt a little familiar to me. By the way, she was the woman who sat next to King Zhao on the day of the dinner.
She also broke into my bedroom to accuse and angrily call me a bitch.
She had a pair of pink and phoenix eyes on her pretty face, and her narrow eyes were full of hatred. Her gaze seemed to want to skin me and tear me to pieces.
I touched my back and shouted angrily, "Are you sick? Why did you pour water on me?"
There was a clang! She threw away the washbasin and raised her hand to hit me, "So what if I splashed it on you, I will hit you again!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several slaps came to my face, which made stars appear in my eyes, my ears buzzed, and the burning pain on my face came again?
Didn't you fight enough last time?
I stared at her and gave her a hard slap with my backhand, looking at the red fingerprints on her face.
My mood calmed down a bit, but the wound on my back hurt even more.
"You dare to hit me?" She was a little shocked, then she got angry, screamed, and pulled my hair hard.
He was still cursing me: "You slutty woman, why did you want to snatch him away?"
"What are you doing!"
There was a roar at the door, Feng Qingran looked at me with red cheeks with a livid face, and then turned to glare at the woman in front of me.