"ah!"

She shuddered and got goose bumps all over her body, from head to toe, every inch of her skin, even her breathing, all in resistance.

Don't touch her!

Don't go near her!

She used her hands to struggle hard.

But with her hands tied and her legs held down by the man, she could not move except twisting her waist. On the contrary, the movement of her waist seemed like she was reluctant but willing, making the man's next movement even smoother and easier.

Conquer cities and seize territories.

"Let me go!"

She struggled with all her might, and her wrists were rubbed by the belt and the skin was broken and bleeding because she struggled too hard.

As if he didn't feel any pain at all, he struggled even harder.

Her eyes were filled with disgust.

He seemed to be enraged, and not only did he not let her go, he also pinched her chin and fixed her head, letting her see with her own eyes what it felt like to be approached by someone she hated.

In fact, she should have gotten used to it...

Her struggle and resistance never worked for him.

Gradually, her voice became quieter, she loosened her hands, stretched out her relaxed body, let go of all her strength, and lay there, not moving.

pain.

But even if I called out, it would be useless.

Not only will it not stop him, it will only make him get closer.

She felt the pain deeply, with silent tears flowing from her eyes, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Do you really hate me that much?"

hatred!

How can I not hate?

His life was given by Zhang Fei. Without Zhang Fei, there would be no him today.

Zhang Fei died because of her, how could he not hate her?

The man didn't say anything, but his increasingly fierce actions represented his answer.

She smiled bitterly:

"Even if you didn't see with your own eyes that I was the one who killed Zhang Fei, you still hate me. Just because of that bamboo flute, you judged me guilty. Everything I said and did was wrong. I didn't even have a chance to explain myself..."

He found her guilty.

She is guilty.

In his opinion, whatever he said was what it was, and she had no sovereignty at all.

Jing Yi frowned, not liking her tearful eyes. He raised his hand to cover her eyes, and his subsequent movements became faster and faster.

He found that he seemed to like her body.

At first, it was out of hatred.

But gradually, he no longer rejected her approach, and even became a little attached to the smell of her body.

When he knew that even after the young marquis got married, she was still obsessed with Ling Qianyi, his reason was consumed by an unknown fire, and he had the urge to knock her head open, pull Ling Qianyi out, and throw him out.

She is his!

Her body belongs to him, and her heart and her eyes can only be on him!

The action is mixed with personal emotions.

Gradually, he found that she was motionless, lying limply like a corpse, without struggling, shouting, or being angry.

He took his hand away, looked at her red and blurred eyes, and sneered:

"You'll have a day when you break down."

Yun Ying felt very tired, her eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and she wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

Before she fainted, she took a breath with difficulty and replied in a very soft voice:

"You will be happy only when you see me sad. You should be very happy that I have become like this..."

yes.

Logically speaking, Jing Yi should be happy, but seeing her lifeless appearance, he did not feel the hatred as he had imagined. Instead, he felt an inexplicable depression that made him restless.

He didn't like the way she looked dying.

He grabbed her, "Look at me!"

She was held limply in his hands, letting him do whatever he wanted. Her eyes gradually blurred and her eyelids gradually closed...

"Yun Ying!"

He didn't like her ignoring him.

"Open your eyes and look at me. If you don't obey, I have plenty of ways to make you regret it!"

Finally, she closed her eyes.

"Yun Ying!"

"Are you going to die?"

He pulled away, grasped her shoulders, and shook her hard, causing the thin blanket to slide aside.

Suddenly, he saw a glaring red bloodstain out of the corner of his eye.

It flowed out from under her.

Red dyed sheets!

His pupils shrank sharply, his breathing almost choked, his mind went blank, and his hand let go of her as if he had been electrocuted.

Snap——

She fell on the bed, her pale hands resting weakly on the bed, making a dull sound, and her head was twisted to the side, lifeless...