Lin Xiaoya opened her eyes with a headache and neck pain, and was stunned to find that the iron cuffs on her hands and feet were gone, and Nangong Su was gone, and except for a bruise on her wrists and ankles, there was nothing unusual in other parts of her body.

It seems that Nangong Su really didn't move her.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, the bright and warm sunlight outside the window shone in through the antique window, adding a bit of warmth to the originally cold and oppressive room.

A few white doves stood on the eaves of the window and paced leisurely, occasionally making a few 'coo' calls.

A few maple leaves swirled and danced in the wind wantonly and gracefully.

Everything in front of her was so beautiful and warm, like a romantic poem, that Lin Xiaoya was in a trance, doubting that everything she had experienced before was just a long and cruel nightmare.

It was only that the person who quickly pushed the door in and pulled her out of her trance mercilessly.

What came in was a middle-aged woman with blue eyes and a high nose in a black uniform skirt and a bun, she walked up to Lin Xiaoya with a blank face holding a set of clothes in her hands, and said lightly: "Miss Lin, I am a housekeeper, you can call me Julia." It's not early, it's time to get up and shower and change. Sir is waiting for you to lunch. ”

Meal?

When Lin Xiaoya heard this, all kinds of delicacies suddenly appeared in her mind.

She was hungry.

I woke up in that inexplicably cold room and hadn't eaten a thing.

Now I'm so hungry that I feel like my intestines are tangled in a ball, and it hurts terribly.

Although she had no appetite at the thought of that man, she knew very well that her body was the capital of the revolution, and if she wanted to find a chance to escape from here, then she had to find a way to live!

Of course, while living, it will definitely not make him feel better.

She immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed, took the clothes from Julia's hand and walked quickly into the bathroom, and after locking the door, she turned on the water, quickly took off her nightgown and threw it on the floor.

The clothes still had the strong male hormones of the man, and she couldn't help but think of the picture of him pressing his face to his chest in the morning, and she was inexplicably disgusted.

Nasty guys! Perverted scum!

She cursed in her heart, walked quickly under the shower, and was about to rinse when she caught a glimpse of a long pink scar on her left chest.

In disbelief, she reached out and touched it.

The scar was slightly raised, and it seemed to be a little painful to the touch, and it was obviously an extremely fresh scar.

It's just that when did she have such a scar on her chest?

Is it the scar from the last time I was seriously injured by a gunshot?

It's ugly! It's like a centipede coiling there, much to her chagrin.

I don't know if this scar can be removed by plastic surgery in the future.

If not, then what should she do after marrying Yi Fang in the future?

Do you want to live with him in clothes for the rest of your life?

Would he be willing?

Thinking of Yi Fang's cold eyebrows, Lin Xiaoya was entangled and annoyed.

"Miss Lin, Mr. only gave you a quarter of an hour to wash, and now there are only seven minutes left." The woman's stiff voice came through the door.

Lin Xiaoya ignored it.

Why is he whatever he says?

Is he a king?

Hum! Even if he is the king, she will trample him under her feet at all costs!

However, because she was too hungry, her stomach hurt so much that she had to speed up the process, and she spent five minutes briefly rinsing her body, and when she picked up her clothes and was about to put them on, there was a sudden loud bang, and the door was kicked open......