Shen Biying

After all, she didn't leave. Xie Shuying obediently returned to Chunhui Courtyard for the sake of Xie's family.

She could have a thousand ways to convey her situation and the harm she had suffered to Xie's family, but she couldn't bear the consequences of angering Xiao Yuechen.

The night was quiet, the moon was full and the wind was light, Xie Shuying was unwilling to endure the heart-piercing pain again.

She hid in a wing room in the courtyard, but was finally found by Xiao Yueshen and brought back to the main room forcefully.

The bitter concoction was brought to her eyes again, Shuying's whole body trembled, and she huddled in the corner of the couch.

Resisting resistance, shaking his head like a rattle, "Don't come here, I don't want to, I don't want to die..."

"If you want to die, you have to save Ning'er's life before you die." Xiao Yuechen bent over and reached out to grab Shuying's ankle, and pulled her out of the corner.

Numb with heartache and still hating, Shuying rushed to the bed barefoot and ran towards the door.

Before taking a step, he was grabbed and imprisoned in his arms.

The cold fingers pinched her jaw forcefully to force her to open her mouth, and the warm and bitter medicinal juice was forced down her throat.

"Xiao Yuechen, you bastard..."

Being choked until tears blurred her eyes, Shuying cursed loudly, with a deep hatred rising from the bottom of her heart.

He threw her on the couch and roughly tore her clothes, "You asked for it yourself. I let you go. You can't blame me if you don't go."

The pain of being threatened and hurt is accompanied by the stinging pain of the medicine juice in the body like a needle.

Shuying was like a crazy little wild cat, kicking and scratching, "Get out of here, don't touch me, get out..."

The man easily pressed her under his body, kneading her with his hot palms, layers of chestnuts appeared on her body.

I don't know if he has touched Qu Ningyan like this before, and his stomach felt nauseated.

The ignorant color of the candlelight made his face glow with a peach color, which was charming and dazzling.

Shuying hated herself to death, and was still bewitched by him so far.

Xiao Yue sneered deeply, "Didn't you always pester me in the past? Why do I want to touch you now, but you let me go? Women from the Xie family are the most despicable women. You are just like your aunt. You speak nicely and are infatuated to death. Unswerving, but as soon as you turn around, you fall into the arms of other men, you want to follow suit, scumbag."

His words seemed to be filled with resentment, and he grabbed her soft waist with his big palms, as if punishing and occupying.

Sensing his ready-to-go, Shuying was heartbroken and provoked him with tears in her eyes, "If this is despicable, I would rather be degraded earlier. I only know now that Yuexun is really a thousand times ten thousand times better than you."

She hated him for giving all his love to Qu Ningyan, yet hurting her so ruthlessly.

The words spoken seem to be revenge, but also seem to be true, assuming longing for regretful happiness.

My aunt always said that it is better to be loved than to love, and to be loved is happiness.

I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it unforgettable.

Xiao Yue took a deep breath, smiled coldly and sternly, "Of course he is better than me, because he has no chance to treat you as badly as I do, you just remember, remember how I cherish you."

Suddenly, he straightened his waist forcefully, as if punishing or venting hatred.

"It hurts so bad, I beg you, don't do this?" Without even a little bit of joy, Shu Ying's whole body was convulsed with pain, and she kept begging bitterly...

His complexion softened, and her pleading seemed to be accepted by the man. He slowed down, and gently rubbed his heart with his warm palms.

"Are you okay?" His voice was softer than ever.

"En." The tearful cry, at this moment, is like a lover's shyness and charm, and his face is stained with a blush.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and she found him staring at her with dark eyes.

Looking at the trace of tenderness overflowing from this stern face, it is like a silk thread binding the heart.

Eight years of romance, time is like a revolving lantern, spinning beautifully.

For a person, there is love for a moment, hatred for a moment, love and hate are unforgettable.

But to forget, maybe not for a lifetime, she tilted her head, bit her lip and endured, joy and pain.