The next second, just as she was overwhelmed, a heart-piercing tearing pain slashed her body in half.

She only felt that her whole body and nerves were numb, and only the pain of being split in half was extremely real.

Luo Xingchen opened her eyes very hard, and in the darkness, the moment the lightning illuminated the earth, in front of her eyes, a black shadow shook above her head.

"Please...... Don't, it hurts ......"

She snorted in pain, and gradually, her body ached more and more.

But after the extreme pain, another kind of small death-like sinking made her consciousness more and more blurred.

At this time, she seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, and this man was the only straw.

Once the taboo is breached, the power is amazing.

She drowned, wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressed against his solid chest.

An uncontrollable sobbing moan came out of her mouth.

The man demanded it from her as if he had gone mad, and she fell into the darkness with tears and grogginess......

……

In the early morning, a faint light penetrated the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and spilled into the room through the cracks in the curtains.

The expensive Persian handmade carpets, the crisp white custom-made sheets, and the woman's white shoulders covered with kiss marks are mottled gold.

Luo Xingchen had a terrible headache, struggled to move his sore body, and turned his head to look in the direction of the window.

The strong light stimulated her to close her eyes, and it took a while for her to slowly adjust to them and open them again.

She touched her forehead and then her neck, feeling her throat dry and astringent.

Where is this?

She shook her heavy head weakly, and the spacious and luxurious room was so strange.

Subconsciously she touched her side, it was empty, but the faint temperature reminded her that someone had slept there.

She struggled to get up, but her hands went weak and she fell down again.

Last night......

What happened last night?

She was a little afraid to lift the sheets, but she could also feel that she didn't have an inch of fabric on her.

And the pain and soreness in her body made her feel like she had been dismantled and reassembled, with no strength or energy.

She was framed, and she succeeded.

Song Kerr!

Luo Xingchen felt a burst of grief and indignation in his heart, it must have been mixed with medicine in the glass of wine she handed over.

The funny thing is that not only did she get hit, but she didn't even know who the violent man was.

With her identity in the circle, she didn't dare to seek justice openly.

Who would believe she was killed?

Anyone would say that she volunteered to dedicate herself.

But who is that man?

Luo Xingchen relieved himself and slowly sat up and lifted the sheets.

On the snow-white skin, the speckled kiss marks looked a little shocking.

And the blush on the sheets stung her eyes and heart even more.

"Bastard ......"

She scolded, her throat choking.

Luo Xingchen, you're done!

Biting her lip, she got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom with the soreness in her heart.

……

"Yo! Looking at her usual appearance, she has long been unspoken by the rules, she is really a white lotus. ”

"Yes! It's like Song Keer, people don't pretend to be ...... when they come to things."

……

Thinking about what those people said behind her back last night, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

As the warm water fell down the dark golden shower, she covered her face and wept bitterly.