"Ahh......h

The frightened and miserable cries echoed through the small room.

The delicate body that was imprisoned squirmed violently and struggled.

"Xia Xiruo, you'd better be honest with me, otherwise you will be even more miserable. Raising his eyes lightly, he looked at Xia Xiruo's frightened little face, and his eyebrows were unnaturally locked.

Before he could make a move, her reaction was so outrageous...... This little woman, in the face of anger, he dared to resist indifferently, he thought how bold she was, but he was frightened by a needle.

"Sleep cold, let go of me. Xia Xiruo looked at him, a soft tone, and a pleading gaze. However, why are his eyes so strange, strange that she has no bottom in her heart.

Begging for mercy now?

Ming Yihan chuckled: "It's too late!"

Bow your head and get your hands down.

"Ahh

The strong tremor of the body, along with the rattan chair, was driven to shake.

There was only a slight pain, but the coldness and fear of the pins pricking her skin made her almost go crazy.

"Don't, stop, ah, stop!"

"If the thorn is not good, I will erase it and start over in the rest of you. ”

He lowered his head, his voice not high, but it still stood out from her shouts, and the clear sound reached her ears.

Erase it!

Xia Xiruo only felt that a cold air was coming from her back and burrowing into her body, making her shiver.

It seems that this man will not let her go, she is not a fool, the same crime, and she will never want to suffer a second time. Biting her lower lip, she tried her best to be quiet, and even the weak sound was no longer emitted.

Raise your hand, a second needle, and prick her skin.

At the same time, she felt her tense body twitch violently, but there was no sound.

Two drops of crimson blood overflowed, gathered, and flowed quietly on the snow-white skin.

A bewitching sting in his eyes.

I wanted her to be quiet, however, she was really quiet, but she couldn't bear it.

Raise your hand, the third, fourth...... With each stitch, she was suffering from violent spasms.

The silver needle was soaked in analgesics, so it wouldn't hurt very much, however, every time she trembled, his heart seemed to be pinched by something, and the more he went later, the more painful it became.

Hands began to tremble.

Weak, unable to hold even a thin needle.

"Poof"

The silver needle landed on the warm red carpet with a slight sound.

It should have been stabbed with three words, but only one was stabbed.

Using a disinfected cotton ball to wipe away the bloodstains, he raised his head at this moment, only to see that she was biting her lip tightly, and her face was too pale.

In his heart, there was a fine pain, however, he hid even the only pity: "Xia Xiruo, this is the mark I left for you, so as to remind you at all times, you are my cold woman." ”

The voice was cold enough, enough to cool his own heart, so that he could take back, the undeserved pain to this woman.

He can only hate her!

But why, the voice is trembling.

The cold voice penetrated into Xiruo's heart, breeding an inexplicable low tide.

He stabbed her with a total of thirty-three stitches, and she endured thirty-six times as best she could. Now she is too tired to argue with him.

However, when she caught a glimpse of the word "Hades" he tattooed on her, she still smiled indifferently:

"Yes, I'm your woman, you're the one who got me, but you'll never get my heart. ”

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