Chai Jiao suddenly raised his head to look at that evil handsome face, as if he had been beaten to death.
There were two more lights outside the cell than inside, and there was plenty of light. Looking up along her long, straight legs, she could not see her expected face.
Too high, so high that she couldn't see who he was.
But she knew clearly it was him.
This intimidating aura, the aura that makes people feel chilled, can only be possessed by one person.
This man was also the man she longed to see.
"Brother Mu Bei..." Chai Jiao cried, stretched out his hand to grab the man's trouser legs, and cried so aggrievedly: "Brother Mu Bei, please don't torture me anymore, it's really not me who did it."
Even though she was severely beaten and tortured by his men, she still believed that he had feelings for her.
After all, they had that night before.
Even if nothing happened, to a certain extent, she was his woman.
How could he beat her to death so cruelly?
She clutched his trouser leg tightly, as if it was her life-saving straw. As long as she held on tightly, she would have a glimmer of hope.
The man did not kick her hand away. Instead, he slowly knelt down and stared at her with a cold, expressionless handsome face.
As if she was a stranger, looking at her like this didn't mean that he valued her, but rather he had a sense of contempt and indifference.
The fair and delicate skin contrasts with the shallow and bright red lips, making her even more charming and terrifying.
He is so handsome and yet so vicious.
Chai Jiao took a breath and couldn't help but stare at him blankly. The words he had been holding back for many days completely disappeared.
Just looking at him like this made her feel physically and mentally satisfied.
Yan Mubei's brown eyes were as cold as ice as he looked at her, then stretched out his slender fingers to pinch the cigarette in his mouth, and gently blew out the smoke.
It seems that this hesitant movement contains too much content, including boredom, contempt, impatience...
Not sure if it was intentional or not, he held the cigarette butt between his fingers and poked at the back of her hand that was pulling on his pants.
The fiery red soot burnt a black smoke mark on the back of Chai Jiao's originally fair but now dirty hand.
Chai Jiao screamed in surprise when he was burned and quickly loosened his pants.
Surprise, heartbreak, and fear all appeared on her face: "Mu Bei, I am Jiao Jiao, don't you recognize me?"
He stretched out the fingers holding the cigarette, pinched her chin with great precision, raised her face high, and laughed: "Of course I recognize Mr. Chai's only daughter. She is so brave."
When Chai Jiao heard this, his face turned pale with fright, and he shook his head quickly: "I, I didn't..., it really wasn't me."
His hands pinched her cheeks, the cigarette butts burning warmly on them.
It wasn't very hot, but it made Chai Jiao feel like it was about to burn on her skin. She was so shocked that the pores on her face were closed, her muscles were tense, and she didn't dare to move.
You must know that a woman's capital comes from her innate beauty, beauty and appearance.
If her appearance is ruined and she becomes an ugly monster, it would be better to let her die.
No, she can't have her face ruined.
Without this face, she would be even less sure of winning Yan Mubei's favor.
"Then let me ask you, did you look for Ajie before he looked for me?"
"I don't know, I don't know he has looked for you, and I don't remember when he has looked for me."
"Ajie has a best friend named Black Dog. Did Black Dog see him when you were looking for him?"