She didn't speak, tears fell from the corners of her eyes. This time, she was really scared, he was a ferocious devil.

Yi Beihan squeezed her soft body hard, causing her pain. He took her into the bathroom, picked up the bucket inside, and poured cold water on her body.

Her lips were purple and she curled up from the cold.

The thin needle was still in his hand, and he pricked it bit by bit along the words he had written before, his eyes already scarlet red.

Her body was so cold that she lost consciousness, she could no longer feel the pain in her shoulders, and her whole body was covered with water.

Yi Beihan let the water flow into the bathtub. From the corner of her eye, she saw blood streaks floating in the water, transforming and disappearing little by little.

The toothache on my shoulder has not healed yet, and now there is a new injury.

Seeing that his masterpiece was almost completed, Yi Beihan let out two dry laughs, lifted her out of the water, carried her out, and threw her directly on the sofa.

She was like a doll being tossed around.

On the cabinet, there are unused lemon slices and fragrant salt.

Yi Beihan sprinkled salt on her shoulders little by little.

The pain was severe, as if millions of ants were devouring her skin and bones, and she was overwhelmed.

The ravage - the ravage continues.

Yi Beihan put the lemon slice into the palm of his hand and squeezed it hard. The juice flowed out and was applied to her wound.

Strong acid and salt burned her wounds.

Only this time, Xia Yan did not scream, but clenched his fist tightly.

She finally understood now that the more she begged for mercy, the more she asked him to let her go, and the more uncomfortable it was to live and die, the happier he became. He was a cruel Satan who based his happiness on her pain.

Instead of asking him to torture himself even more, it would be better to express his protest silently. Seeing that his reaction was dull, he probably lost the intention to continue playing.

The world of rich people is really scary. Are all people mentally as scary as him?

Seeing her being tortured, Yi Beihan felt a little more comforted, but when he noticed the sympathy in her eyes, he couldn't help but become a little more irritable.

The fresh lemon slices stored in the crystal vessel were caught in his hand and he applied them directly back and forth on her shoulders, one after another.

She couldn't bear the strong stimulation and fainted.

………………………………

When Xia Yan woke up, he found himself in a strange room.

The stinging pain in her shoulder was still obvious. She looked sideways and saw that the word "easy" would probably be gone forever.

She reached out and touched it gently, her eyebrows knitted together.

A feeling of heat came over her body. She sat up with difficulty and looked down. There was blood on her panties, and even the sheets were stained with blood.

Count the days...

Oops, today is her aunt's visit time.

On the floral sofa not far away is a set of brand new and clean skirts. The combination of fresh mint green, chiffon and tulle brings a touch of coolness to people this summer.

It was difficult to move. Xia Yan felt extremely distended and painful in her abdomen every step she took.

She struggled to put on her clothes and rushed out without having time to appreciate the beauty of her clothes.

Beside the stairs, servants are cleaning.

Xia Yan grabbed the only maid and hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"Auntie, do you have any sanitary napkins..."

"baffling!"

The maid glanced at Xia Yan, treating her as a monster, and continued cleaning. She did not speak, tears fell from the corners of her eyes. This time, she was indeed scared, he was a ferocious devil.

Yi Beihan squeezed her soft body hard, causing her pain. He took her into the bathroom, picked up the bucket inside, and poured cold water on her body.

Her lips were purple and she curled up from the cold.

The thin needle was still in his hand, and he pricked it bit by bit along the words he had written before, his eyes already scarlet red.

Her body was so cold that she lost consciousness, she could no longer feel the pain in her shoulders, and her whole body was covered with water.

Yi Beihan let the water flow into the bathtub. From the corner of her eye, she saw blood streaks floating in the water, transforming and disappearing little by little.

The toothache on my shoulder has not healed yet, and now there is a new injury.

Seeing that his masterpiece was almost completed, Yi Beihan let out two dry laughs, lifted her out of the water, carried her out, and threw her directly on the sofa.

She was like a doll being tossed around.

On the cabinet, there are unused lemon slices and fragrant salt.

Yi Beihan sprinkled salt on her shoulders little by little.

The pain was severe, as if millions of ants were devouring her skin and bones, and she was overwhelmed.

The ravage - the ravage continues.

Yi Beihan put the lemon slice into the palm of his hand and squeezed it hard. The juice flowed out and was applied to her wound.

Strong acid and salt burned her wounds.

Only this time, Xia Yan did not scream, but clenched his fist tightly.

She finally understood now that the more she begged for mercy, the more she asked him to let her go, and the more uncomfortable it was to live and die, the happier he became. He was a cruel Satan who based his happiness on her pain.

Instead of asking him to torture himself even more, it would be better to express his protest silently. Seeing that his reaction was dull, he probably lost the intention to continue playing.

The world of rich people is really scary. Are all people mentally as scary as him?

Seeing her being tortured, Yi Beihan felt a little more comforted, but when he noticed the sympathy in her eyes, he couldn't help but become a little more irritable.

The fresh lemon slices stored in the crystal vessel were caught in his hand and he applied them directly back and forth on her shoulders, one after another.

She couldn't bear the strong stimulation and fainted.

………………………………

When Xia Yan woke up, he found himself in a strange room.

The stinging pain in her shoulder was still obvious. She looked sideways and saw that the word "easy" would probably be gone forever.

She reached out and touched it gently, her eyebrows knitted together.

A feeling of heat came over her body. She sat up with difficulty and looked down. There was blood on her panties, and even the sheets were stained with blood.

Count the days...

Oops, today is her aunt's visit time.

On the floral sofa not far away is a set of brand new and clean skirts. The combination of fresh mint green, chiffon and tulle brings a touch of coolness to people this summer.

It was difficult to move. Xia Yan felt extremely distended and painful in her abdomen every step she took.

She struggled to put on her clothes and rushed out without having time to appreciate the beauty of her clothes.

Beside the stairs, servants are cleaning.

Xia Yan grabbed the only maid and hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"Auntie, do you have any sanitary napkins..."

"baffling!"
Chapter completed!