Chapter 95: Means (1)

She didn't eat at night, and all she vomited was acid water.

The heart-piercing sound seemed to vomit out all the internal organs.

Seeing her weak and pale appearance, Mu Sihan felt a strange feeling in his chest.

Looking at the bruises on her snow-white delicate body, most of the alcohol in his mind woke up.

She was all over, and there was nothing to see.

They are all traces of being abused by him.

She kept retching, her eyes on her pale face were terribly red, and there was a thin layer of water mist inside, but she tried her best not to cry.

There was some pain in his chest.

He raised his big palm and stroked her face, but she avoided it hastily and panicked.

His hand stretched out in the air.

"Why, why, what did I do wrong? All of you, are you going to hurt and bully me?"

If it wasn't for Xiaokai, she didn't know what was the point of living?

No matter how strong she is on the surface, her heart is already riddled with holes.

Mu Sihan pressed his thin and cold lips tightly, and he untied the silk scarf on her wrist, picked her up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

She was already exhausted and had no strength left to fight against him.

Like a body without a soul, at his mercy.

After washing her, he put her back on the bed.

His trousers had been soaked in the bathroom, and the fabric was clinging to his skin, making his legs more slender and powerful.

He sat on the side of the bed, and brushed away a strand of wet hair covering her face, "You provoked me by mistake, whether you intended it or not, I, Mu Sihan, will fix you!"

Nan Zhi's eyelashes trembled violently.

After a while, she said weakly, "Do you not care even if I slept with other men? You obviously think I'm dirty, why—"

He interrupted her unfinished sentence with a cold face, "From tonight onwards, you are my woman, if you go to another man, I will break your leg."

Nan Zhi laughed back in anger, "Master Mu, you are really sick!"

Mu Sihan stroked her little face, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead, "I'm seriously ill, so I need you to be my medicine."

Nan Zhi stared at him with red eyes, her lips trembled, but she didn't say anything.

She is so tired.

I don't want to say another word to the sick person.

Mu Sihan watched her close her eyes, refusing to communicate with him any more, his gaze stayed on her red and swollen lips, the bright color contrasted with her pale face, seducing one's nerves.

Mu Sihan rubbed the corners of her lips with his bony long fingers, lowered his head, and bit her lips a few more times, "My kitty, no matter what method I use, I will make you obediently be my woman."

He patted her face, straightened up, and strode away.

It wasn't until the sound of the door being closed that Nan Zhi slowly opened her thick and curly eyelashes.

All the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, and his nose became even more blocked.

She buried her face in the pillow, feeling angry and wronged.

Why did it become like this?

...

Mu Sihan walked out of the apartment and went downstairs in the community. A gust of night wind blew in, and his brain, which had been eroded by alcohol, suddenly sobered up a lot.

His tall body swayed, he turned his head and looked towards the sixth floor.

What did he do on it just now?

Thinking of her pale face when he left, he tensed his jaw and cursed, "shit!"

Sure enough, you can't drink too much. If you drink too much, your emotions will be several times more difficult to control than usual.

Rubbing between his brows, he returned to the car.

Wei Lin started the car and didn't drive very far. The man in the back seat with a cold face seemed to think of something, and suddenly said, "Stop."