It turned out that it was not a dream.

At this time, Song Qiancheng was standing beside her bed, pinching her cheek with a big palm, forcibly waking her up.

I just woke up, and my brain was in a state of short circuit.

Wen Lishu's eyes were filled with fear, and he retracted his head into the quilt in fear.

But Song Qiancheng squinted his eyes and increased the strength of his hand to pinch her face, trying to pull her out of the quilt.

Wen Lishu's face was pinched and hurt by him, and she didn't want to be offended, so she had to sit up from the bed cooperatively.

She sat obediently before Song Qiancheng withdrew the evil palm.

Wen Lishu turned his head with a heart, and with a slight glance, he saw a bowl of black Chinese medicine on the bedside table.

And Song Qiancheng didn't say a word, he took his arm over, picked up the bowl of Chinese medicine with one hand, and continued to pinch her cheek with the other, priing open her mouth with brute force, so that he could smoothly pour the medicine into her mouth.

The only thing Wen Lishu could think of was that he was feeding her poison and wanted to poison her.

Her heart was shaken, and she gritted her teeth and refused to commit it.

But he was ruthless, and there was no room for negotiation at all, and he increased the strength of his hand, first raising her head, and then making her let go of her teeth.

As soon as the edge of the bowl reached her mouth, the herbs poured into her mouth.

Everything went according to his expectations.

It wasn't until a bowl of Chinese medicine was drunk that Song Qiancheng put the bowl back on the bedside table.

And in the process of struggling just now, the Chinese medicine spilled all over her clothes and quilts.

The medicine had been poured down, and a bitter taste spread through her mouth, and she looked up and asked him, "What the hell did you give me to drink?"

The corners of Song Qiancheng's lips twitched cruelly, and he said with mockery: "What else can it be, of course, it is a good thing that can get rid of the wild seeds of you and Wei Tingxian." ”

Wen Lishu's face stiffened, and his heart was cracking, it turned out that he came to trouble her early in the morning because he was afraid that he would be pregnant with Wei Tingxian's child.

Song Qiancheng also warned: "You don't want to use a wild seed to pretend to be a child of my Song family." ”

Leaving the words, Song Qiancheng came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

If it weren't for the stains on the sheets and clothes, or hearing his admittance with his own ears, Wen Lishu would have thought it was a bowl of poison.

Soon after, there was a slamming sound outside, and Song Qiancheng left to go to work.

Wen Lishu sat there like a mountain carving, his eyes were empty.

Her heart was so distressed that the place was made of meat, and she couldn't withstand his blows again and again.

In addition to the heartache, the stomach pain also made her suffer.

Not long after Song Qiancheng left, her stomach felt like a heart-wrenching sensation.

I drank a bowl of medicine on an empty stomach, and I didn't have the appetite to eat last night, so it's no wonder that her stomach doesn't hurt.

Wen Lishu hugged the dirty quilt, her forehead was full of sweat, as if she wanted to drain her strength.

Physically and mentally devastated, she finally cried spinelessly holding the quilt.

The smell of medicine on the quilt reminded her every time she smelled it, making her think little by little how Song Qiancheng poured her to drink that bowl of medicine just now.

He used to be honey, now he's arsenic, and the two are mixed together, and it's more poisonous than crane top red.

Has he forgotten all the feelings of the past?

In the dead of night, doesn't he remember how well she used to treat him?

Falling in love with him, how can he be so humble, can he not be so cruel to her.