Bowls of soup were forcefully poured into her mouth, and Xiang Yutian's hands grabbed her neck arrogantly, as if to crush it, preventing her from moving...
She could only be forced to endure it again and again.
Pain, resentment, and grievance surged through her body, and her eyes were extremely sour.
Anjo's gentle face slowly appeared in front of his eyes...
She really wanted to show An Cheng, what kind of life she was living now, and what kind of devil he had let her fall into the hands of...
"vomit……"
Her body couldn't hold it anymore and she spat it out.
Xiang Yutian, who has a mysophobia, immediately let go of his hand and stepped aside in disgust.
Jiang Weiwei hurriedly stood up and threw himself at the window, opened the window and vomited out, wishing he could vomit out everything in his stomach...
"vomit……"
As if his internal organs were rushing out, Jiang Weiwei vomited extremely uncomfortably and clung to the window with both hands.
In the black night sky, only a few stars remained.
The night wind blew through her soaked skirt, making her almost tremble with the cold.
"Jiang Weiwei, these are the rules I teach you." Xiang Yutian's devilish voice sounded behind her, "When I want to be hungry alone, she must not be full!"
Just because she was so hungry that she couldn't bear to eat?
So he had to force her to spit it all out...
Jiang Weiwei was lying on the window and slowly turned his head, staring at him with hatred, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and a sneer appeared on his lips, "Xiang Yutian, do you know? You are really a psychopath."
In terms of the level of insulting a woman, he ranks second, and no one dares to claim the first rank.
"Jiang Weiwei!" Xiang Yutian frowned coldly.
"How fun is it to bully someone like me who doesn't dare to resist you? Seeing me being tortured like this by you, how much sense of accomplishment can you get? How great can it be?" Jiang Weiwei asked with a sneer, his face extremely pale.
She stood in the wind outside the window, her skirt fluttering, as if she would be blown away from him at any time.
The light illuminated her face, reflecting the illusion of tears.
delicate and charming.
Xiang Yutian stood there, and his heart suddenly throbbed violently. The pain was so painful that he couldn't help but feel something he had never felt before...
"..."
Without saying another word, Xiang Yutian ran out of the confinement room as if fleeing.
The night wind blew in hard through the window, and it was bitingly cold.
Jiang Weiyi fell to the ground and huddled up against the wall, hugging his body tightly against the cold, but it didn't add any warmth.
"Anseong, Anseong."
These two words rolled on her bloodless lips, as if they had been turned over a thousand times.
"I hate you."
She closed her eyes and tears fell.
Ancheng said that she could only cry for him, she could only shed tears for him...
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The night was as black as ink, and the bright moon was hidden behind the clouds, with only some light shining through, falling in every corner.
The Xiang family was extremely solemn in the night, so quiet that there was no sound of human beings, and the surrounding lake reflected sparkling waves, which was dazzlingly beautiful.
The wind blew through the leaves, making it look desolate.
The room at the end of the second floor is a room of only 20 square meters, without a single piece of furniture, and the white walls are surrounded by dense drawings.
It's like an art exhibition.
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