At this time, outside the window, the sound of the waves hit one blow after another, rushing into Mo Ning's eardrum. The damp cold sea struck her like a knife. I closed my eyes tightly, and I only felt an extremely chilling feeling enveloping my body.

Mo Ning's body didn't feel a hint of it.

Mo Ning exhaled, feeling a lot more relaxed. Stretching out his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.

But I found that her hands were covered with blood.

Blood, which was darker red than usual, was unusually glaring in her retina.

Mo Yichen immediately returned to the villa after finishing the company's business. Push open the door of Mo Ning. The people inside had woken up, and there was a forest on the ground, and Mo Yichen sneered.

"You're so cute, aren't you afraid?"

"Let me go."

Mo Yichen didn't answer, picked up a newspaper in his hand and gave it to Mo Ning.

Mo Ning squinted at the news written on it about her sister Mo Wen, and hurriedly took it to see. It reads that Mo Wen was sentenced to 10 years for being complained about.

The newspaper slipped from Mo Ning's hand, and his breathing began to become rapid.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"See, it's useless for you to run away now."

Mo Yichen turned around and walked to the door.

"Save my sister, I'm willing to do anything." She knew that Mo Yichen could be her sister. Lowered his tone and begged him.

Mo Yichen turned around, "Are you really willing to do anything?" ”

Mo Ning nodded.

"I want you to be my pet willingly."

"Okay!" Mo Ning's answer surprised Mo Yichen, and she answered without hesitation.

"I agreed, just give me a good meal, and only when I am full will I have the strength to make me happy."

The door closed when the words fell. Mo Ning's tears couldn't help but fall at this moment......

Sister, forgive my sister for doing this, it's all for your good.

Again, the servant brought the porridge.

"Miss, drink some, it's hard to be hungry." Mo Ning heard the voice and looked up, the maid was an elderly woman who looked very kind.

Mo Ning took the bowl and drank it one by one.

"Miss, don't be so sad, the young master is very good, he still made this porridge." Mo Ning suddenly stopped his mouth and looked at the porridge in the bowl, which was the kind he used to make for her when she was a child, and she didn't know why it was even more uncomfortable, and her eyes were sour again.

Isn't he the daughter of his enemy, why do that?

Staring at the porridge in the bowl, he continued to drink.

Brother......