After throwing the quilt, Yi Jing left the room as if she were running away.

Who says she doesn't care? She's dying of shame!

Yi Jing clutched the cleaning utensils in her hand tightly for comfort.

She felt like she was sitting on a piece of driftwood, floating aimlessly, unable to see the shore or find a stable attachment. She could only hold on to the piece of driftwood under her, lest she be swept into the water by a wave of Lang if she was not careful.

This Lang tide, isn't it Shen Xichen?

As he said, he could easily strangle him, and no one would mourn her death.

Therefore, even if she humiliated her like today, Yiyi could only endure it and accept the mental torture given to him by Shen Xichen.

He was very smart, because he knew that Yijing could endure hardship, so he deliberately chose such a way to torture her spirit.

Yijing took a deep breath, calmed her mood, put all the filthy scenes she had just seen in her head in the back of her mind, and then tried to take a normal step forward.

But the people behind her clearly saw that every step this woman took was so heavy, but there was a slight tremor in her steps, as if she was carrying a burden heavier than life on her shoulders.

That's probably her pressure.

When Shen Xichen saw Yijing's back, the thought of letting her go did well.

But this would spoil directly to his jihua, which he will not allow!

Although, a long time ago, he had an unclear feeling for her.

Shen Xichen walked up quickly, stretched out his hand, and easily grabbed Yiyi.

Yi, who was still quietly thinking about how to escape, only felt a sudden resistance in her hand, and then obediently stopped.

She stubbornly looked straight ahead, but she didn't want to turn around and glance at Shen Xichen.

In her mind, Shen Xichen is dirty, especially the means, which are very dirty.

In the bottomless corridor, two people were in such a stalemate, one in front, looking straight ahead with pride; One was behind, staring at the person in front of him as cold as a mountain.

Because the floor-to-ceiling windows and curtains of the promenade are closed, it is not yet noon, and the promenade is already extremely deep, and everywhere you look, it is as bright as a mirror of black marble.

Therefore, in fact, what she is looking at is Shen Xichen's figure reflected on the marble.

It was so long, heroic, with an innate coldness and indifference, very different from the man who had just been in bed and deliberately tricked her into allowing others to humiliate her.

Yi Jing looked at it, and couldn't help but lose her mind a little, obviously she still resented him so much at the last moment. What fascinated her may be Shen Xichen, who does not embarrass him.

If the man in front of her wasn't so scheming, she might probably have a crush on him.

It's just an assumption, and Yi Jing didn't dare to think about it.

There was no room for light to flow, and the two auras were so invariably deadlocked.

Until Yijing couldn't hold back anymore, she slowly and forcefully turned her wrist.

She couldn't wait to pour a one-to-ninety-nine disinfectant potion on her wrist!

"Seventeen." The voice that was magnetic and full of Shen Xichen's cold breath sounded in Yiyi's ears.

Yijing kept thinking that Weishenme Shen Xichen would call her "Seventeen", maybe this was his special habit, maybe he used her as someone's stand-in, maybe she was his seventeenth servant, and maybe Shen Xichen didn't want to trouble remembering her name, so he came up with a symbol instead of her name.

Too many may float in Yijing's heart, but I can't think of one of them.

Shen Xichen is too unfathomable, he can greet him with a smile one second, and he can speak viciously to each other the next.

Hearing Shen Xichen call her, Yi Jing's breathing was much heavier, and her habitual lip biting action could no longer distract her attention from Shen Xichen.

He is a natural luminous body, and even those who hate him can't help but pay all their attention to him.

But she didn't turn her head, still looking ahead indifferently. Just like ignoring Shen Xichen in the room just now.

Shen Xichen was really angry about Yi Jing's performance of ignoring him.

Even jumping up and pointing at his nose and scolding is better than being arrogant and unwilling to talk to him like this.

Shen Xichen knows that he is not as pure as her.

He humiliated her like this, and he actually used the excuse that his husband and wife were repaying such abuse. What kind of gentleman is he, just a sanctimonious hypocrite!

He wasn't qualified, never was qualified......

The force suddenly increased in his hand, and he dragged Yijing into his arms, and then skillfully turned over Yijing's body, clamped Yijing's shoulders with both hands, and pressed her against the wall.

"Smack!" The sound of a mop on the ground echoed in the quiet corridor.

Yijing was really frightened by Shen Xichen's swift and skillful movements, and felt that her brain also stopped with a "snap".

If it weren't for Shen Xichen's natural growth, it is estimated that they would be facing each other, nose to nose. Yi Jing's eyes widened in a daze, and she felt the breath sprayed on her head so hot.