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One day later.
Yuan Jiang's thick and curled eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes. The pain in her head instantly came over her, and every inch of her skin was burning with soreness. Her hands and feet were weak. A trace of fear could not help but appear in her charming fox eyes as she swept her gaze across the room.
Is this...Fu Xiaoheng's room?
Yuan Jiang swallowed helplessly and looked at the strange and spacious room in a daze. The air was filled with the scent of Fu Xiaoheng.
Yuan Jiang exhaled heavily, gritted his teeth, and struggled to get up, only to find that his ankles were tied with long chains.
Yuan Jiang's pupils widened a little, and her eyes suddenly turned red when she thought of Fu Xiaoheng's crazy and sick face before he fell into a coma.
Woo...
If she had known Fu Xiaoheng was going to play so ruthlessly, she would have taken it easy.
Although at the beginning, when she was forced to do it, she felt a kind of unknown secret pleasure and excitement, and even liked the feeling of being forced, but later on, Fu Xiaoheng's brutality was simply not something she could bear.
So...exciting.
She could only hold out for three hours.
Yuan Jiang covered her face with her hands, wanting to cry but unable to.
Suddenly, click.
The door was opened.
Yuan Jiang subconsciously turned his head to look at Xiao and saw a slender figure.
Fu Xiaoheng's hand, which shone like jade, was placed on the door handle. His dark eyes were filled with a smile, and his narrow, sinister and cold eyes revealed a secret, morbid obsession. He stood upright at the door, facing the light outside, staring at Yuan Jiang straight and sinisterly.
A chill ran down Yuan Jiang's spine, and his thin shoulders shuddered. With red eyes, he whispered, "Old Master, I really know I was wrong."
"Can you please let me go?"
Fu Xiaoheng raised his long, dark eyebrows, and his arrogant gaze casually swept over Yuan Jiang, finally stopping on the chain on her snow-white ankle.
Yuan Jiang's plump toes shrank, and she bit her swollen lips with her pearly teeth. She pleaded pitifully and fragilely, "Old man, let me go, will you?"
"No." Fu Xiaoheng uttered two words from his thin lips. He walked into the room and locked the door. Then he strode to the bedside with a creepy sense of oppression. He stood beside Yuan Jiang, staring down at her condescendingly, his voice a little hoarse: "You slept for a whole day, eight hours yesterday, plus eight hours the day before..."
He curled his lips, not smiling, "Will I kill you in bed?"
Thinking of that crazy and painful night, Yuan Jiang felt cold all over and pouted as if about to burst into tears: "No, I can't stand it..."
Fu Xiaoheng is simply not a human being. He can't even work for eight hours and look energetic at any time, but he forced her to work for a full eight hours.
So scary!
Yuan Jiang's bright, watery eyes were filled with tears. She pitifully held Fu Xiaoheng's hand and said, "Old Xiao, please forgive me. I really know I was wrong. I promise to listen to you in everything from now on."
"You know, I can't stand it..."
"Please~"
Her voice was delicate and tender, with a tearful tone.
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