"Sister, does your hand hurt?"

Yao Yifeng looked gentle, pouting his lips as he blew gently on my palm which was red from being hit.

"If you want to hit me in the future, I can do it myself, just don't hurt your hands..."

As he said this, he closed his eyes and his lips fell on my palm in public without any hesitation.

I was so nervous that I was gasping for breath. Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he did this again.

Feeling the hot breath spraying on my palm, I got goose bumps all over and my face turned red.

"Alright, a wedding is such a joyous occasion, so don't lose your temper. I think the entire park should be free of bloodshed and peaceful. What do you think?"

I resisted the physical rejection and forced a smile. According to Yao Zitong's memory, I touched the top of his head and tried to influence him.

But he pointed at Xie Chenyu, who was standing aside holding a camera, and made an unexpected request.

"How about letting Brother Chen Yu take the punishment for those people in the park who should have been punished, so that those people don't have to bleed?"

Yao Yifeng stared at me with his bright eyes, and the doting look in his eyes when he looked at me could not be connected at all with the terrifying words he said.

Xie Chenyu, who had been forced to hold a camera to record every sweet moment of ours in the past few days, was completely shocked when he heard this. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground, begging for mercy.

"No, no, I'll die!"

He threw the camera and tried to escape, but was pinned to the ground by the guards around him, who gave me terrified looks.

I stared at the boy's eyes, which were as bright as stars, and for a moment I didn't know how to answer.

Because in Yao Zitong's memory, even though Yao Yifeng spoke harshly to her later, he was just a rebellious child who couldn't tell right from wrong.

How could he be such a possessive and vengeful little devil?

He forced Xie Chenyu to be present every day to watch the sweet interactions between him and me, just to avenge the resentment and anger he felt when he stood aside and watched Xie Chenyu and I together.

My face looked extremely bad, and I was stammering as I thought about how to answer.

Yao Yifeng leaned close to my ear, his lips touching my earlobe, and spoke words in the most gentle voice that made me feel nauseous.

"Sister, do you know what Xie Chenyu secretly told me about you?"

"He said you and Zhou Binchen have been together for a long time, and he came here to join the police to arrest me!"

I tilted my head and looked back at him in astonishment, taking in the cold, jade-white, and overly enchanting face of the young man in front of me. The corners of my lips pulled into a sad, self-deprecating arc, and I choked out a sob and asked him, "You believe him, not me?"

"Then throw me into the torture chamber!"

As I spoke, my hands hanging by my sides subconsciously curled up, but they still couldn't stop shaking.

I tilted my head back, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Yao Yifeng's pupils suddenly shrank as he stared at me, and his initial indifference instantly turned into guilt and heartache. He quickly wiped the tears from my face with the sleeve of his neatly ironed white shirt.

"How could I not believe you? Even if I don't believe myself, I won't not believe you."

Seeing my tears streaming down his face, he hurriedly hugged me in his arms. His voice trembled and choked, like a drowning man hoping to grab a piece of driftwood. "I was just afraid. I was afraid that you wouldn't want me, that you would go with one of those two old men. I was just too insecure, so I wanted to test you. I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me, okay?"

He held me tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to embed my flesh and blood into his body, making it difficult for me to breathe.

I looked over his shoulder at Xie Chenyu who was struggling on the ground being pinned to the ground by several guards.

His frightened voice sounded over and over again, begging me to save him.

I finally closed my eyes and let him get beaten until his face was covered in blood. Finally, he was dragged out of everyone's sight like a dead dog, motionless.

I know that no matter whether I plead for mercy or not, he will definitely die in the future!

When I slowly came out of the room wearing a red off-shoulder fishtail wedding dress, I could clearly see that Yao Yifeng's eyes were full of surprise and fascination when he saw me. His gaze lingered on my shoulders and my fat and thin collarbone for a long time, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

I ignored the intoxicated look in his eyes and when I turned to enter the room, I saw him whispering something in the male assistant's ear with a smile on his face. I couldn't help feeling uneasy.

I could faintly hear him saying that he wanted to prepare rose petals.

My body swayed and I almost lost my balance.

Is he so impatient that he can't wait to eat the old grass?

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Cloud City, night.

When Zhou Bingchen woke up from the ice room, he was sweating again.

In the past few days, he dreamed every night that Ji Linting came into his dreams and kept asking him to go to northern Myanmar to bring Qiao Chuyue back.

Every time he wanted to ask in detail, Ji Linting would open his mouth with a painful look on his face, wanting to say something but unable to. In the end, the dream shattered into pieces like tiny building blocks collapsing, waking him up from the nightmare.

Zhou Bingchen subconsciously touched his wife beside him, glanced at the corner of the wall, and immediately found something wrong.

The body wrapped in a thick down jacket had been soaked with sweat without knowing when.

He was horrified and got out of bed in a panic to grope for the light switch, but was devastated to find that no matter how he pressed the switch, the light he was expecting never came on.

At that moment, the string that had been tense in his mind for three years completely broke.

The ice room has no electricity!

The designer of an ice cream parlor once said that once there is no electricity and the constant temperature is lost, the things stored inside will rot faster!

He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and rushed out of the ice room, stumbling like a madman on the ice floor...