If she hadn't personally experienced his perverted torture, it would be hard for Xia Yan to believe that the man in front of her, who showed an elegant and aristocratic temperament in every gesture, was the devil who tortured her to death.

Sure enough, people's hearts are separated from each other!

"Here comes someone."

As soon as the dull voice fell, a maid came in with a bag in her hand, then put the things aside and quietly left.

Xia Yan glanced at the huge COCO logo on the black packaging bag and guessed it was clothes.

"Put it on."

Having just left the hell gate, Xia Yan didn't want to provoke this pervert again, so he obediently picked up the bag and took out the clothes inside, a black silk-smooth suspender evening gown.

With the clothes in his hands, Xia Yan looked at the thin nightgown on her body. Was she just changing clothes in front of him?

It wasn't that she was pretending to be innocent. Even though her body had already been seen through by this pervert, she didn't have the courage to change her clothes in front of him.

Looking at him again, he seemed to have no intention of avoiding it, so Xia Yan had no choice but to stand barefoot on the ground.

"Woman, why are you pretending to be noble? Just change it in front of me!"

Seeing her desire, Yi Beilan ordered sarcastically.

Xia Yan's figure froze, that's right, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, he's not a human, he's just a super invincible pervert!

After changing his clothes, Xia Yan glanced at the sanitary napkins on the side and raised his eyes to look at the man who was staring at him without hesitation. Did he ask someone to buy it?

After moving my body, I realized that there was a sanitary napkin stuck to my inner panty!

Did he post it?

Bah! Just thinking nonsense.

Noticing that Yi Beihan's eyes turned hot when he looked at her, Xia Yan quickly moved his hands up to cover his collar. Then he realized that it was cold down there, so he pulled it down in panic.

Hey, the skirt is indeed very short, cover it up or not!

"come over!"

After giving the order, Xia Yan looked at Yi Beihan dumbfounded for a moment, then leaned over fearfully.

He stretched out his hand to grasp her chin, bent down and pecked her swollen red lips. Looking at her frightened eyes, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth into a cold and cruel smile, and tilted his head slightly towards her.

The oath was sworn domineeringly in his ears.

"Xia Yan, please listen to me clearly. You are just a slave of me, Yi Beihan."

The voice paused, and Yi Beihan squeezed her fingers tightly, increased his strength, and dragged her body closer to the floor-to-ceiling window. He stretched out his long arm and pointed at a light not far from the bottom of the building - a huge figure.

The Tibetan Mastiff continued.

"A slave lower than that!"

Xia Yan bit her lower lip tightly and didn't speak. Does this count as acquiescence?

But looking at her silence, Yi Beihan only thought that she was silently resisting him. Looking at her indifferent expression, if it wasn't silent resistance, what was it?

Don't worry, he has plenty of ways to torture you slowly!

Tortured to the point where you can’t even pray for life, but can’t kneel down and beg for mercy!

He threw her body away quickly, like throwing away a piece of garbage. Without even looking at it, he coldly said a word and walked out of the bedroom with vigorous steps.

"I'll give you three minutes to dress up!"

Dragging his scarred body into the adjacent bathroom, he stood in front of the spacious mirror and looked at himself in the mirror with frizzy hair, pale face and sluggish body. If he put on a white sheet, he would look like a ghost!

It didn't take three minutes, because Xia Yan just wiped his face with cold water and simply tied a ponytail on the back of his head. When he turned around, he saw the eye-catching word "Yi" on his shoulder and curled his lips sadly.

, it is indeed a low-level slave with a brand name. If she hadn't experienced his perverted torture in person, it would be hard for Xia Yan to believe that the man in front of her who showed an elegant and aristocratic temperament in every gesture was the one who tortured her.

The devil comes back to life.

Sure enough, people's hearts are separated from each other!

"Here comes someone."

As soon as the dull voice fell, a maid came in with a bag in her hand, then put the things aside and quietly left.

Xia Yan glanced at the huge COCO logo on the black packaging bag and guessed it was clothes.

"Put it on."

Having just left the hell gate, Xia Yan didn't want to provoke this pervert again, so he obediently picked up the bag and took out the clothes inside, a black silk-smooth suspender evening gown.

With the clothes in his hands, Xia Yan looked at the thin nightgown on her body. Was she just changing clothes in front of him?

It wasn't that she was pretending to be innocent. Even though her body had already been seen through by this pervert, she didn't have the courage to change her clothes in front of him.

Looking at him again, he seemed to have no intention of avoiding it, so Xia Yan had no choice but to stand barefoot on the ground.

"Woman, why are you pretending to be noble? Just change it in front of me!"

Seeing her desire, Yi Beilan ordered sarcastically.

Xia Yan's figure froze, that's right, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, he's not a human, he's just a super invincible pervert!

After changing his clothes, Xia Yan glanced at the sanitary napkins on the side and raised his eyes to look at the man who was staring at him without hesitation. Did he ask someone to buy it?

After moving my body, I realized that there was a sanitary napkin stuck to my inner panty!

Did he post it?

Bah! Just thinking nonsense.

Noticing that Yi Beihan's eyes turned hot when he looked at her, Xia Yan quickly moved his hands up to cover his collar. Then he realized that it was cold down there, so he pulled it down in panic.

Hey, the skirt is indeed very short, cover it up or not!

"come over!"

After giving the order, Xia Yan looked at Yi Beihan dumbfounded for a moment, then leaned over fearfully.

He stretched out his hand to grasp her chin, bent down and pecked her swollen red lips. Looking at her frightened eyes, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth into a cold and cruel smile, and tilted his head slightly towards her.

The oath was sworn domineeringly in his ears.

"Xia Yan, please listen to me clearly. You are just a slave of me, Yi Beihan."

The voice paused, and Yi Beihan squeezed her fingers tightly, increased his strength, and dragged her body closer to the floor-to-ceiling window. He stretched out his long arm and pointed at a light not far from the bottom of the building - a huge figure.

The Tibetan Mastiff continued.

"A slave lower than that!"

Xia Yan bit her lower lip tightly and didn't speak. Does this count as acquiescence?

But looking at her silence, Yi Beihan only thought that she was silently resisting him. Looking at her indifferent expression, if it wasn't silent resistance, what was it?

Don't worry, he has plenty of ways to torture you slowly!

Tortured to the point where you can’t even pray for life, but can’t kneel down and beg for mercy!

He threw her body away quickly, like throwing away a piece of garbage. Without even looking at it, he coldly said a word and walked out of the bedroom with vigorous steps.

"I'll give you three minutes to dress up!"

Dragging his scarred body into the adjacent bathroom, he stood in front of the spacious mirror and looked at himself in the mirror with frizzy hair, pale face and sluggish body. If he put on a white sheet, he would look like a ghost!

It didn't take three minutes, because Xia Yan just wiped his face with cold water and simply tied a ponytail on the back of his head. When he turned around, he saw the eye-catching word "Yi" on his shoulder and curled his lips sadly.
Chapter completed!