She took two steps to Xu Wanyang's side, as if to take the responsibility, and spoke spontaneously: "Director, I don't think he can stay here alone. Someone must take care of him."
And she is willing to be that kind of person!!
Xu Wanyang turned around and stared at her as if he saw his own mother, his eyes full of emotion.
His own sister didn't even ask to stay and take care of him. His savior met him by chance, but wanted to stay with him regardless of her own reputation.
How could he have met such a lifesaver?
His big, dark eyes were almost misty. Xu Youxue suddenly interrupted, "Director, please let me stay and take care of Wanyang."
Ye Yao looked up and stared at her.
No, you can't.
If his sister stayed to take care of the newbie, wouldn't she be left with nothing?
She also wanted to injure a leg so that she could stay at home openly. She could just smash any stone she found!
She pursed her lips, her little face looking full of confusion, but the pie she drew for others was also fragrant and big.
This will definitely make others dizzy with the fragrance.
"Sister Xu, I helped him down here. I was actually very worried about his injuries, but there are differences between men and women, so I couldn't just go to his room to see him.
My strength is limited, and I haven't seen much of the world. I can't gather any useful information if I go out, so please let me stay and take care of him."
Ah…this???
This wave of output completely stunned Xu Youxue.
Not only was the young lady responsible for helping the person down, but her verbal skills were also incredible! !
She couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal, and damn it, she even thought what she said made sense.
After all, she had just praised herself for her ability and knowledge...
Unable to even utter a word of refusal, hesitating for a long time before saying, "Well, she's right."
So the final result was that everyone else went out, and Ye Yao stayed to take care of him as he wished.
When Ye Mo left, he kept looking back at his carefree sister. This result was all caused by his sister's personal request.
He couldn't force it even if he wanted to.
Just looking at Xu Wanyang grinning beside him with his teeth bared made him feel inexplicably angry.
There was only one staff member and a camera left at home, and the rest were just the two of them.
Xu Wanyang didn't expect that his savior cared so much about him. He not only helped him down, but also volunteered to take care of him.
What should he do now to repay her kindness?
Ye Yao saw that everyone had left, turned around and walked towards the room, "Dear Kangkang, I miss you so much!"
Xu Wanyang limped and ran behind her to the room: "Ye Yao, Ye Yao, wait for me, I don't want to sleep yet, you don't have to make the bed for me!!"
Ye Yao rushed into his room, lifted the quilt and jumped in, covering himself in a second.
He performed a one-second fall asleep performance for the audience in the live broadcast room.
Leaving Xu Wanyang alone at the door in a mess, she, why did she leave him to sleep alone?
Didn’t you say you stayed here specifically to take care of yourself?
Looking at her sleeping peacefully, the young Xu Wanyang suddenly understood something.
He is just an excuse for being a lifesaver...
He is really just a tool!!
He glanced down at his injured leg, then silently dragged himself to the small stool next to him and sat down. Now that Jiang Xiaoxin was gone, he would come to protect his savior's sleep!
Ye Yao slept soundly and felt as if he was falling down into a deep abyss.
Suddenly landed
It was a pitch-black space with no direction.
Suddenly, a light illuminated the palm-sized area in front of me.
The girl's wrists were tightly locked with iron chains, and she was lifted up and hung on the wall, her body covered in blood from the whip.
Red blood flowed down the wound, and ants crawled from the chain to the wound. The wound was smeared with honey, and thousands of ants kept gnawing at it.
She was covered in blood, as if she had been fished out of blood. She was in so much pain that she couldn't scream, and her lips were chapped.
She took two steps forward and felt cold all over as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She saw that face clearly again!
This is her when she was a child!
During the time she was taken away to be trained as a killer, she was locked up in this dark dungeon and whipped for three or four days because she didn't want to.
She only remembered that when the ants bit her wound, it felt like thousands of needles pricking her, causing her excruciating pain.
The painful memories suddenly flooded her mind. She slowly squatted down, hugged her thighs, buried her head in her legs, and her eyes were full of despair.
She doesn't want to go back... She really doesn't want to go back...
There was only endless torture in that cannibalistic place. The killer friends around him changed one after another, and many of them died during training.
She always thought she had made a new friend, but the next time they met, there was only her corpse.
My mental state has been tortured repeatedly and I have some mental problems.
As for what the problem is...I'm too lazy to check it out for them. As long as they can't die, they're just tools.
A bald man holding a whip came from the side, and the heavy footsteps seemed to be beating on her heart, and it was particularly clear in the quiet space.
She subconsciously curled up and trembled in fear, as if it was a conditioned reflex, holding her head and not daring to disobey.
The bald man took a basin of water and poured it directly on the face of the girl opposite him! ! !
A big basin!
It was so cold that I felt chilled to the bone!
The ants on the wound were washed away, and the woman slowly raised her head, her breathing was uneven, her breathing was heavy, and she couldn't say a word.
He glanced at the bald man in front of him and lowered his head heavily again.
The man laughed slyly, looking sinister in the dark dungeon. "You bitch, if you had agreed earlier you wouldn't have suffered so much. I like to take care of the tough ones the most."
He picked up the whip and whipped it hard. The leather whip made a loud sound in the air, as if it was going to make a crack in the air.
He raised his hand and slapped the girl opposite him. A red mark instantly appeared, and blood hissed out of the broken wound.
She squatted in front, hugged herself, listened to the sound of the whip, covered her head and shook it continuously: "Stop... stop hitting me!! I agree!!"
In fact, she didn't hold on for long. After repeated torture, her pride was defeated after four days.
From then on she seemed to have suffered from the symptoms of Pavlov's dog.
Pavlov's dogs were trained with bells. Whenever the bell rang, they would salivate, meaning they knew it was time to eat.
As for her, she could only hear the bald man coming from afar, and the whip in his hand made a slight friction sound against the air.
She couldn't stop shaking, and she knew she was going to be beaten again.
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