In a room on the top floor of the castle
The room was decorated in an antique style, and Lin Qingyi, dressed in a light-colored cheongsam, was handcuffed to a chair.
Two pretty maids placed the tray in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly knelt down in front of her.
What are you doing?
Lin Qingyi slightly lifted her beautiful eyes and spoke softly.
"Miss Lin, please have a bite!"
“Mr. Rosso has given a death order: if you don’t eat today, he’ll throw us into the moat.”
One of the maids looked up at her, her brows furrowed with deep fear, and her voice trembled.
"That's really in line with his style..."
A hint of mockery flickered in her calm, beautiful eyes, and Lin Qingyi gave a soft chuckle.
Her long eyelashes lowered slightly, concealing the emotions in her eyes, and she then sighed softly:
"Help me unlock these handcuffs."
She knew that if she didn't eat, the two maids would definitely be thrown into the moat by Vito Rosso to feed the Deadpool.
Upon hearing this, the two maids were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes. They thanked Lin Qingyi for her great kindness while taking out the key to unlock her handcuffs.
This has been her daily routine for the past few days. In this room, which has been meticulously decorated to her liking, two maids stay by her side at all times.
Her daily life was meticulously taken care of by these two maids. Except for eating, using the toilet, and bathing, her hands and feet were always handcuffed, preventing her from moving.
When it's time to sleep, it will move from the chair to the bed.
She could only interpret this as Vito Rosso being wary of her committing suicide.
Why not guard against her running away?
Because she knew that since he had gone to such great lengths to find her and bring her back, he would not give her any chance to escape.
Having not eaten or drunk anything for two days, she was actually hungry, but looking at the delicious-looking Chinese food in front of her, she had no appetite at all.
Anything that comes into contact with him, even in the slightest, will make her feel uncontrollably disgusted and nauseous.
Under the almost pleading gazes of the two maids, she still picked up her chopsticks and gracefully bowed her head to eat.
The food was delicious, even comparable to the meals prepared by the estate's top chefs on a regular basis.
But she didn't eat much; she just barely suppressed her hunger before putting down her chopsticks.
If she could, she would even like to throw up everything she had just eaten.
The two maids exchanged a glance, their eyes showing some difficulty. In fact, Vito Rosso had asked them to watch Lin Qingyi finish all the food.
Although no consequences were explicitly stated, their intuition told them that the outcome might not be much better than being thrown into the moat.
As their eyes flickered, just as they were about to kneel down and beg again, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
"Is it not to your liking?"
A tall figure appeared in front of the door, his cold voice deliberately softened, sounding strangely unpleasant.
"You all go out first!"
His gaze met that of the two maids whose eyes were trembling, and his voice instantly returned to its usual cold and indifferent tone.
He casually pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Lin Qingyi.
Seeing that she turned her head to one side, her gaze lowered, refusing to spare him even a glance, his gaze darkened slightly, and he still spoke in that strange, unpleasant voice:
"Eat a little more."
After a moment, seeing that Lin Qingyi had no reaction, he leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and his voice deepened slightly:
"Even if I don't eat these things, I'm still going to throw those two into the moat."
Lin Qingyi's gaze flickered slightly, then she raised her head to look at him. Her usually gentle eyes were now icy cold, and her voice was so cold it could shards of ice:
"devil!"
A strange smile played on Vito Rosso's lips as he merely raised an eyebrow at her.
"To eat or not to eat?"
“I’ll give you half a minute to think about it. Once the time is up, if you haven’t touched your chopsticks, I’ll immediately throw those two people into the moat to feed Deadpool.”
With a cold glint in her eyes, Lin Qingyi stared at him for a moment before finally picking up her chopsticks and putting the remaining food from her plate into her mouth.
Although she was not a saint, driven by the compassionate heart of a healer dedicated to saving lives, she was unwilling to let two innocent lives die because of her.
A twisted smile flickered in his cold eyes, and Vito Rosso immediately fell silent, simply watching her quietly.
Seeing that she was unwilling but still had to suppress her anger and do as he asked, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pleasure.
He hated her stubborn, pretentious attitude; he found her current appearance much more pleasing to the eye.
Looking at her like this, a morbid infatuation appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch her fair and delicate cheek.
With a "smack," Lin Qingyi immediately turned her head away, and at the same time, she mercilessly slapped the chopsticks in her hand onto his hand.
The outstretched fingers suddenly retracted, and the cold face contorted in pain from the deep wound in the hand.
Vito Rosso clenched his molars and overturned the table in front of him, spilling food all over the floor.
He grabbed the handcuffs from the chair armrest, roughly pulled Lin Qingyi's slender wrists, and handcuffed her hands to the chair armrest.
"You bitch, you're asking for it!"
His voice was ferocious, and as soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, ready to strike in anger.
Upon meeting Lin Qingyi's fearless gaze, he paused, suddenly stopping what he was doing.
What he hated most was this bastard's fearless, unyielding expression.
As a wandering healer, it should have been a great fortune for her to gain his favor, but she always maintained that disgusting, otherworldly demeanor.
He had shown her kindness and patience, but she paid no heed.
He had to resort to some harsh methods to break her spine before she would react.
But why does she completely change her attitude when facing others, especially that pretty boy?
He disliked killing, and he disliked even more those incompetent fools who trembled at the mere mention of the word "death."
His favorite thing was to tame wild beasts, crush their rebellious nature, shatter their pride, and turn their originally unruly gazes into worship and fear when they looked at him.
Isn't that bitch most concerned with her dignity and pride?
He was determined to shatter it!
When his gaze fell upon Lin Qingyi's tightly buttoned cheongsam collar, a sinister smile suddenly flashed across his cold face.
His sinister gaze swept across the room, then he strode to a corner, set up a full-length mirror, and returned to Lin Qingyi.
A twisted smile appeared on his face. Ignoring Lin Qingyi's struggles, he reached out and grabbed Lin Qingyi's chin tightly, his eyes filled with a morbid madness.
"You slut, let's see how long you can keep up this act."
He then reached out and touched the buttons on Lin Qingyi's cheongsam...
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