Song Luan was rudely thrown into another room by Song Yu. The windows and doors were tightly closed, not a single thing could leak out. Song Luan felt weak all over, his cheeks were getting redder and redder, and his body temperature was gradually rising.
Song Luan thought to herself, Song Yu is really one of the vicious female characters in this book. Her methods of harming people are so clichéd. She barely supported herself with her hands and sat on the edge of the bed. Her breathing was unstable. She smiled sarcastically at Song Yu, "You are not looking for a man to humiliate me, are you?"
Isn't that how it's written in novels? Of course, Song Luan thought this kind of plot was really cliché.
Song Yu's eyes were full of ferocity. The rose-red dress she wore hurt her eyes. She took two steps forward and approached Song Luan. The sharp nails on her fingers slowly scratched her cheek. She looked ferocious and sneered. Song Luan heard her say viciously, "How can you call it an insult? Sister, don't you like men the most?"
Although the Song Luan of the past was not her, she still had to explain for the original owner, "I only like good-looking ones."
"You must have been feeling depressed these past few months, so I'll help you today. You don't have to thank me."
"Thank you for your kindness. It's not too late for you to let me go now. If something really happens to me, your brother-in-law will not let you go." At this moment, Song Luan could only use Zhao Nanyu to scare her.
Song Yu smiled contemptuously, "You should be worried about yourself."
Song Yu, this brainless woman, was smart for once. She knew that it would not be long before Zhao Nanyu's people would find out that something had happened to Song Luan. As long as she came over, she would see Song Luan having sex with other people. At that time, Zhao Nanyu would definitely not let Song Luan go.
No man can tolerate his wife being cuckolded. Moreover, Song Luan had been having affairs with other women in the past. With all the new and old grudges added together, how could Song Luan have a good life?
Song Yu thought viciously that she couldn't marry the person she loved, and she would never let Song Luan have a good life. It was obvious that she was the one who fell in love with Zhao Nanyu first, but in the end, Song Luan got the advantage. She would not be willing to accept this.
Song Luan's body was getting hotter and hotter. She shook her head and tried to stay awake. She gritted her teeth and said, "I am your sister after all. I have never hurt you before. Do you really want to do this?"
"Sister? Huh?" Song Yu's eyes became more and more terrifying. "I have lived under your shadow since I was a child. Why can you do whatever you want? I don't eat as much as you, and I'm not as good-looking as you. You have ridiculed and laughed at me over the years. I don't regard you as my sister."
Song Luan underestimated Song Yu's hatred for her. The growing hatred spread deep in her heart, leading to the current situation.
"Song Yu, wait until I get away, I will kill you." Song Luan stared at her and said word by word.
Song Yu was indeed frightened by what she said for a moment, but now even if she wanted to regret it, she had no way out.
She clapped her hands, and a short, ugly-looking man walked into the house.
"Take good care of my sister."
Song Luan's head and eyeballs ached. She was confused at first, but was immediately awakened by the ugliness of the man in front of her. She really wanted to complain about this extremely clichéd plot.
Vulgar! So vulgar!
If Song Yu wants to take revenge, can he think of a sober and unconventional way to do it? !
Song Luan shrank back. The man gradually approached her and grinned at her. Song Luan's eyes were almost blinded by this man's ugliness. Her sister was also amazing. Where on earth did she find such a disgusting person to insult her? !
Song Luan panted heavily and carefully took out a dagger for self-defense from his narrow sleeve. When the man moved forward, he made a quick decision, raised his hand and stabbed him in the chest with all his strength.
There were bright red bloodstains splattered on the hem of her dress, but she couldn't care less at the moment. Song Luan moved slowly to the door as if walking on thin ice, put her ear against the door panel, and listened carefully to the movement outside. She was afraid that Song Yu was still outside. After listening for a while and making sure that there was no one outside, Song Luan opened the door and ran away.
She was so weak that she couldn't run fast, and she didn't know what was in the incense, but she could hardly hold on any longer.
Song Luan didn't know where this was. It looked like an inn. She stumbled out through the back door. She didn't dare to take the main road in this state, so she could only sneak through the small path.
After running for a short distance, she was exhausted all over. She leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. Her body slowly slid down and sat in the corner of the alley. She pinched the tender flesh on her palm with her fingernails. Now only the pain could keep her calm.
Song Luan secretly regretted it. She was too scared after stabbing someone just now, and she threw the dagger away. She could have been cruel enough to cut her thigh twice to let some blood disappear.
Song Luan remembered that it was written in the original book once that the original owner was caught by the male protagonist while having sex with her lover. She could not remember the specific description, but it was probably that the original owner was caught having sex, and the male protagonist watched coldly as she fell disheveled into the arms of another man with a cold look in his eyes, and indifferently closed the door for them.
It’s so miserable.
She got the worst script.
Song Luan had no doubt that if Zhao Nanyu saw her betraying him one day, he would chop off her head.
This is also the reason why she didn’t like the male protagonist very much when she was reading the book. People with too extreme personalities will also do extreme things.
She prefers a long-lasting love.
Song Luan's head was dizzy, and in the haze, she seemed to hear a familiar voice in her ears.
"Aluan!? Why are you lying here?!"
Song Luan panted, raised his eyelids tiredly and looked up. It was Huai Jin.
The handsome face of this young man was full of surprise. He was dressed in red, which made him look even more dazzling in the winter.
"I...I...I have no strength left." Her legs, feet and hands were weak, she couldn't even stand up, and her body was so hot that it was about to burn her.
There were beads of sweat on Song Luan's forehead, her face was an abnormal pink, and her eyes were full of charm. Huai Jin had the hot buns he had just bought in his pocket, but he threw the buns away without saying a word and reached out to help her up as she was about to turn into a puddle of water.
Huai Jin opened her mouth in shock, "You went to kill someone?! Why is there blood on your body?! Also, how did you get out? And you are in this state? Did your husband bully you again?"
Song Luan felt very uncomfortable, but she tried her best to hold it in. "No... it's not him. Take me back. Go through the back door, don't let anyone else see me."
If it gets out, it will cause controversy.
Song Luan meant to take her back to the Zhao Mansion, but Huai Jin misunderstood her words. Despite his young age and small body, he was very strong and carried the person on his back and ran to his own yard.
This was the yard where Song Luan and he often stayed before. Huai Jin was actually a little happy in his heart because Song Luan hadn't been here for a long time and hadn't asked him to drink with her.
He put Song Luan on the bed, looked at her sad face, and stamped his feet anxiously, "Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"
Song Luan cried and bit the quilt, swearing as she cried that when she recovered, she would make Song Yu cry and scream!
Although Huai Jin is young, he is smart. He knows that Song Luan's condition should not be seen by outsiders. Moreover, if he runs out to call a doctor, wouldn't it be bad to leave Song Luan here alone? !
Song Luan glanced at the furnishings in the room and choked up, "I want to go back to the Zhao Mansion."
"Ah? I made a mistake. I...can I take you back now?" Huai Jin's voice became lower and lower. To be honest, he was really afraid of being kicked by Zhao Nanyu again.
"I feel uncomfortable. Go get me a bucket of cold water."
Huai Jin realized later that she had been drugged. He could not stop talking, so he stammered and said what was in his heart: "I am more effective than cold water."
It's winter now, and the cold water will damage her body.
Song Luan didn't even have the energy to glare at him, "You, go, get some water, I'm not afraid of the cold."
Huai Jin saw that she was determined and her lower lip was bleeding from biting it, so he said, "I'll go right away."
He moved quickly, quickly fetched a bucket of cold water and placed it in the house, supporting Song Luan as he walked away while cursing, "Who on earth hurt you? So vicious! I feel so sad. But when will you divorce Zhao Nanyu? Although I can wait for you for a few more years, I will also feel lonely. Otherwise, if you say you like me, I may not be angry anymore."
Song Luan replied weakly, "You talk too much."
The originally quiet courtyard was suddenly filled with the sound of sharp and crisp footsteps, and a familiar aura of solemnity and murderousness filled the air.
Song Luan decisively said to Huai Jin: "Hurry, hide."
Huai Jin looked confused, "What's wrong?"
Song Luan didn't have time to explain to him. She was so anxious that she almost cried, "Hide quickly!"
Although Huai Jin didn't know what happened, he always trusted what she said. He reluctantly opened the closet and quickly got in.
Song Luan was exhausted and fell to the ground. She looked very disheveled, with her collar half open and her snow-white neck tinged with pink, which was very tempting.
At the same time, the door was kicked open with great force, and wood chips flew everywhere.
Zhao Nanyu was dressed in black, with an expressionless face and a cold aura emanating from his body. He held a long sword in his hand, with fresh blood dripping from the blade. Song Luan couldn't help but guess that he had just killed someone and came here.
There was also a strong smell of blood on Zhao Nanyu's body. Song Luan stared at him blankly. This was the first time she saw him holding a sword. He looked murderous, eerie and cold. He didn't look like an elegant scholar at all. He looked like a Shura who had just died. He was very intimidating.
The black boots stopped in front of her, and the man squatted down, looking at her with pity, his cold hands gently caressing her delicate face.
Song Luan raised her finger and gently pulled his hand, her face flushed as she spoke, "Take me away."
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