Pretty, soft, and full of feminine places.

Wen Yihuan saw a beautiful woman lying on the pink lace bed, her head resting on the pillow, her dark hair fluttering on the pillow, her face clean and pure.

Wen Yihuan couldn't help but close her eyes, forcibly swallowed all the panic before opening her eyes, and said sarcastically: "It turns out that you transferred her here."

Li Beijue looked at the unconscious woman on the bed, chewed on the two words of transfer, and then laughed wildly: "It's just my thing."

Wen Yihuan looked at the man who exuded a dark and arrogant aura all over his body, and knew that he couldn't say anything at all, so he could only compromise: "What do you want me to do?"

Li Beijue walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, gently touched the woman's soft cheek with his big hand, slid it down the cheek to her neck, and smiled evilly: "This woman is so beautiful, what do you think?"

Wen Yihuan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this man to ask such a question.

The woman on the bed is really beautiful, and she is not the same beauty as her and Su Jiuge.

She looks very clean, very pure, that face, as if there is no filth to face, pure and shameful.

"It's beautiful." Wen Yihuan said two words in a low voice.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful woman died." Li Beijue muttered, "It would be a pity if he died."

Wen Yihuan only felt a chill down her spine, took a step back, and couldn't help but say, "Isn't it your wish that she died?"

Almost as soon as her words fell, Li Beijue's sharp and violent gaze shot like a knife, and Wen Yihuan was so frightened that he wanted to say something in his throat.

She forgot that she couldn't speculate on Li Beijue's thoughts, which was and still is.

Li Beijue's gaze turned back to the woman on the bed, what kind of gaze was that.

Thick, deep, sharp, and as if all emotions disappeared one by one, as if passing through the solar layer, leaving a shallow floating layer, after the light and shadow converged, it was just a floating air factor, nothing.

I can't see any trace of affection for the woman in the bed.

"She's dead, you're dead, she's alive, you live, understand?" Li Beijue's indifferent voice sounded again, and there was no room for it.

Wen Yihuan wanted to escape desperately, but she couldn't take any steps, as if she had been filled with lead, obviously because of these words, she was already scared of a sense of annihilation.

Wen Yihuan clenched his cold hands, his body suddenly straightened up, and his beautiful swan neck did not show the slightest panic: "Why?"

Li Beijue sneered, it seemed that because her words were too ridiculous, she actually evoked a bit of arc evilly: "I let you voluntarily give you some dignity, if you don't want it, then I don't mind doing something."

"Ahh

Holding back the tears and not letting it fall, his heart was barren, knowing that he shouldn't have expectations, and he knew that this man had gone through so many things, and it was impossible for him to have the warmth and rationality of ordinary people.

"If Jiuge knew that you wanted to use my life to feed the life of this woman on the bed, what would happen to her?" Wen Yihuan struggled to get up from the bed, it hurt very much, but there was no blood.

She couldn't have fresh and warm blood for a long time, and she was no different from a cold corpse.

Li Beijue looked down at the woman on the bed again, stretched out his hand and touched her hair as if doting, and said coldly: "You have confidence, can you compare with her?"

is such a sentence, Wen Yihuan believes that he understands.