In a gloomy cellar, a man's body is locked to the wall in a "big" shape.

His wrists had been worn by chains, and blood was running down his thick arms.

It was a very tall man, with hard, neat lines, broad shoulders, wearing a pair of black trousers, wheat-colored chest and abdomen muscles, full of scars, wild and sexy, bloody and rough, but without compromising the perfection of his male body.

The contours of her face are particularly tough, her eyebrows are black and beautiful, and her eyes are as bright as eagles in the air, looking straight at her.

He's so good-looking.

The walls of the cellar are old and mottled, but because of the presence of this man, it looks like an intriguing oil painting.

He is the heir of the Qin family - Qin Jian.

It is said that the Qin family is an enemy of the country, but no matter how big the Qin family is and how rich it is, it can't cure Qin Jian's illness.

When he became ill, he would lose his mind, his relatives would not recognize him, and he would be as ferocious as a wild beast.

Today is the day of Anyin's divorce, or being cleaned out of the house.

The divorce certificate has not yet been hot, and her scumbag ex-husband thinks that it is too cheap for her to leave the house, so he drugged her, planning to play her hard and kick her out of the house.

She climbed out of the window and escaped, just trying to find a place to hide and survive the drug attack, but she saw Qin Jian who was locked.

In normal times, she must have hid as far as she wanted, and she would not have approached this man in death, but now such a strong and restrained, defenseless male body, placed in front of her, was a fatal temptation for her.

An Yin's throat was dry and on the verge of fire.

He must be sick when he was locked here, and no matter what she did to him, he wouldn't know.

An Yin boldly reached out and touched the man's thick chest muscles, which were so elastic and smooth, and the hand felt so good.

It's hotter.

His hand went all the way down, caressing his beautiful eight-pack abs, and stopped at the waistband of his pants.

An Yin licked her dry lips, forced herself not to pounce on the man, and took out a coin from her pocket.

"If it's a word, let him go like a fart, and sleep on his own; And the flowers went to him, and used him as an antidote. This guy should be useless at this time, don't worry about ruining his virgin career in the hands of this bastard......"

An Yin flicked the coin.

With a 'click', the man suddenly snapped the chain.

An Yin looked up in amazement.

Why is this happening?

The man reached over, grabbed the falling coin, and looked at her coldly, his handsome angular face was not warm at all, and the corners of his mouth were slightly chilled.

"When I'm a fart?"

"Do I like it?"

The man approached her, word by word, his voice was cold and domineering, with a thick anger.

An Yin was so frightened that her soul flew away!

Escape –

Anyin got up and ran, and now what she hoped most was that he would treat her like a fart.

With a tightening of her wrist, she was dragged back and pushed against the wall.

The man spread his hands, the coins were up, and his voice was cold.

"I'll give you an antidote, but it's not that you fell in love with me, but that I fell in love with you."

"Third Young Master, misunderstanding ......"

"Humph!"

"Someone's coming." An Yin heard footsteps outside the cellar.

The man's dark eyes shone with a wild light like a beast. There is only one thought in my mind, even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu comes, I have to do this woman today.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with her, the strong hand hooked her waist and hips and lifted her gently, picked her up, pressed against the wall, put her tall body on it, lowered his head, and kissed her slightly cold lips fiercely.