Her unyielding, resolute eyes and stubborn, pursed lips were the most beautiful and the most charming he had ever seen.

At that time, he was so obsessed with her eyes and lips that he put down his military affairs and soaked in the dim and smelly torture cell, torturing her over and over again, and never tired of it.

He longed for her surrender and submission, but also hoped that she would remain so unyielding and tenacious.

For the first time, he even produced from the depths of his heart the **man for the woman** who completely possessed the woman, rather than the ** of the strong for the conquering and resisting.

It's just that she was really dirty and smelly at the time, like a monster crawling out of the stinky ditch and garbage heap after soaking for many days, there is not an inch of skin that is not covered with dirt, and she can't see her original appearance at all, she can only see that her figure is perfect, strong, slender, convex and backward, without a trace of fat, is the type he likes.

But as a top nobleman, he was not hungry enough to assault a filthy, foul-smelling woman.

After she passed out several times, he splashed water on her face, and after splashing it several times, her face was splashed clean, revealing a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and plump lips, and distinct facial features.

He couldn't help but reach out and caress her face, wanted to put his thumb in her mouth, fantasized about intertwining her lips and tongue, completely possessing her, and even had decided to let her go first, and then possess her after cleaning her and treating her wounds.

Then she expressed unusual disgust and anger at his movements, and twisted her head to the side.

Her actions angered him, and he reached out to pinch her chin, but she turned her head and opened her mouth to bite the back of his hand.

Like a weak, stubborn, dying little beast, trying its best to bite the invader to death.

It hurt him so much that blood came out.

He didn't expect that her, who had been tortured to death, still had such strength, and he was caught off guard and bitten, and when he pulled his hand out, the back of his hand had been bitten out of two rows of deep tooth marks.

So he slapped her hard.

She was so pumped that she almost fainted, and her cheeks were swollen as high as she could.

He ignored the tooth marks on the back of his hand, took a brush from the torture rack, dipped it in a powder, and slowly brushed it down on the wound on her face, gritting his teeth and laughing while brushing: "This is itchy powder, do you know what it feels like to have a cracked wound stained with itchy powder, it hurts and itches terribly, but you can't scratch it?"

When the brush was brushed, her facial features were crumpled in pain, and her whole body was twisted, as if even the meridians and bones were about to shift.

He smiled and continued to write: "I will brush all the wounds all over your body, so that you are worse than dead, but you can't die." ”

"What is it like to be unforgettable?"

"As long as you surrender and say that you are my loyal slave and that every qiē of yours is mine, I will let you go."

This kind of taste, Feng Jinghua is indeed unforgettable for a lifetime.

However, she still won't surrender, she still won't be anyone's slave, her every qiē is hers.

It doesn't matter if he lets her go or not, because, even if he doesn't let her go, she won't give in.

It is true that she has been humiliated and tortured to the point that she no longer has dignity in the eyes of others and basically should not live anymore, but as long as she does not give in, she can still retain the dignity that allows her to live with her head held high.

It's not a dignity that needs to be recognized by others.

At this time, Feng Jinghua was lying in the bathtub, scrubbing her skin that was not dirty.

When she saw that man, all the experiences at that time came flooding up, and she seemed to return to the time when she was captured, and the constant humiliation and punishment that were inflicted on her.

The most important reason for the scars all over her body is not how deep these wounds are, but that he keeps rubbing salt, chili pepper, and itchy powder on her wounds, causing her wounds to be inflamed and festering, and although they can be treated, they can't eliminate the scars left by them.

These scars, like he carved them into her body, reminded her of the torture she had been through.

It also reminded her of how ridiculous it was to once suffer this qiē for a man.

"Man" she buried her face in the water, feeling the pain of suffocation, and laughed sadly in her heart, "Love, marriage, but the reflection in the water, looking so close, in fact, it will fall apart when you touch it"

"There is no man in this world who is worthy of my sacrifice for him"

"I shouldn't love a man more than I love myself"

"My heart for a man who has died can never be resurrected"

"In my life, I just need to love myself, as long as I live alone"

"I will not let any man possess me and conquer me"

"I'll never love any man again"

"There is no man who will not mind my words and love me as I once loved a man with all my heart"

When she was holding to the limit, she lifted her head and breathed heavily.

Finally, she calmed down.

After the outburst and outpouring of love, she was no longer tormented by the nightmares of the past, nor was she afraid of the man who had branded the nightmares on her.

She stood up, picked up a towel to wipe herself, put on her robe, tied her belt, and walked out with her hair scattered.

Under the eaves, a faint figure stood in the hazy morning breeze, as faint as this thin mist, which would dissipate at any time.

She turned and walked into the house, but the corners of her sleeves were grabbed.

She turned her head and saw that the misty boy had a pair of pale eyes, looking at her with questions in his eyes.

"Shhhh ”

Misty shook his head, withdrew his hand, pointed to the location of his heart, and then looked at her fixedly.

He's saying "I'm not trying to meddle in your business, I'm just worried about you".

Feng Jinghua said lightly: "There is no turning back when you open the bow." I've gotten here, and it's useless to worry about me. I don't think it's convenient for me to go out, so if you want to, go out and see what the wind is like outside. ”

She only knew that Ba Xin was cruel and cold-blooded, and she didn't know anything else.

She didn't know what he was going to do about last night, so she definitely wouldn't act rashly.

Wu Gongzi immediately turned around, put his palm on his eyebrows, and looked up into the distance.

After a while, Wu Gongzi turned his head, pointed to the unclear night, and nodded very strictly, expressing his willingness to help her.

Feng Jinghua smiled: "Then I'm bothering you, remember to dress up and remember to talk when you go out, I'll go to sleep first." ”

So she went into the house and went to sleep.

Really sleep.

She went to assassinate Ba Xin last night, not to kill Ba Xin, because she couldn't kill Ba Xin in that situation, and she didn't want to be watched too closely, she did this just to stab Ba Xin, and then divert Ba Xin's attention, so that Ba Xin had no time to torture his father for the time being.

Yes, she wasn't impulsive, she was just doing everything she could to protect her father.

But she never expected that the assassination incident, which was not strict in her opinion, would lead to such changes and consequences