After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Ye Tai was standing upside down with his hair all over his body. His hands and feet were already limp with fear. He pressed the ground and backed away. "Sister, brother-in-law, I really didn't do anything. Please let me go! I won't dare to talk nonsense again!"

"If I remember correctly, I already let you go once in the casino."

Xiao Yan rubbed the blade of the military knife with his fingertips, as if testing whether the blade was sharp enough and whether it could kill a person with one blow.

He squatted down, looked into Ye Tai's trembling eyes, and smiled kindly, "Since you and Ye Xiaowu are somewhat related, you can choose how to die, and I will make it easier for you."

"No... I really didn't do anything! I just told Sucha that you are very good to my sister, brother-in-law. Other than that, I really didn't say anything..."

"I'm asking you to choose how to die, not to beg for mercy."

Impatience flashed across Xiao Yan's brows. He grabbed Ye Tai's neck. The shiny military blade flashed with a cold light. Blood spurted out from the carotid artery in his neck. He cut his throat in less than three seconds. It was so clean and quick that Ye Tai didn't even blink.

Warm blood splashed on his face and hands. His eyes were calm, like a deep dry well, so bottomless that it was eerie and chilling.

The Buddhist beads on the right wrist were dyed dark red.

Lao Ying handed over a clean white handkerchief. Xiao Yan slowly wiped the blood off his face and hands, and abandoned the dirty handkerchief and military knife along with the body on the ground.

He glanced at the corpse and said calmly, "Find a good place to bury it."

Old Eagle waved his hand and two of his men dragged the body out.

"Wow--"

The vase was broken.

Xiao Yan raised his eyes following the sound, and saw Ye Xiaowu standing behind the door, staring at the body being dragged away, leaving a long trail of blood on the exquisite and retro patterned floor tiles.

All of this seemed as ordinary as eating and drinking, which was extremely strange.

She didn't dare to breathe, and her first reaction was to run, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot with super glue.

As the corpse was dragged past her, the smell of blood became stronger, so strong that she wanted to vomit.

Xiao Yan was not at all panicked by being caught doing something bad. On the contrary, his eyes were fixed on her.

Their eyes met from a distance. It was him who killed the person, but it was Ye Xiaowu who was so frightened that his breathing stopped.

Xiao Yan didn't move, he just said, "Come here."

The disgust, horror and resistance in her eyes were obvious.

Not far away, blood and killing suddenly split them into two worlds, separated by a chasm.

Ye Xiaowu was far away from him.

As soon as she came to her senses, she ran out as fast as she could.

Xiao Yan felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, and a biting cold wind blew in.

This is the third time.

He said slowly, "I'll give you ten minutes. Run forward or come back. It's your choice."

Naturally, she ran forward desperately.

He kindly reminded: "In the eleventh minute, bullets have no eyes."

"..."

Her whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and her feet were instantly fixed in place.

After Eagle and his men dealt with the scene, they retreated from the house.

In the huge western-style building, everything returned to normal, as if what just happened was just an episode.

Xiao Yan carried her back and placed her on the keys of the expensive Steinway piano. When the keys were pressed, a mellow and pleasant sound suddenly came out.

She was shaking like a sieve.

The tall and graceful man stood in front of the piano, lowered his eyes and smiled. His smile was gentle, but his eyes were full of coldness: "Why are you shaking?"

"I, I won't run away..."

She said so, but her body was honest. When the bloody smell approached, her whole body couldn't stop resisting.

He grabbed her twisting waist with his big hands and pushed her back, clamping her firmly on the piano, and the piano music soared and became passionate.

Xiao Yan must be a little disappointed. He sighed softly, "You said you wouldn't run away, but you still ran. Count, how many times is this?"

She was about to cry: "I really won't run away anymore, put me down, I will never run away again..."

"Really?"

"Really...I really won't run anymore."

Xiao Yan smiled faintly, his eyes were indulgent, yet stingy: "But this is the third time, the rule of thumb is three times is the limit, people can be bad, but they cannot be without principles."

He paused, looked at her pale face and said, "Look at Ye Tai. I gave him one chance, but he didn't cherish it. You are luckier. Even if you use up all three chances, I will not treat you like I did to him."

"But...if you don't learn a lesson, you won't learn your lesson. Ye Xiaowu, what do you think we should do?"

When he said these words, his slightly cool palm pressed lightly on her slender and fragile neck, as if he regretted that she had used up her trust in him.

She trembled even more violently, even her eyelashes were shaking, but she still maintained a trace of wit, grinning at him, a rather ugly smile: "I, I was just joking with you, I didn't mean to run away, really... If I run again next time, you can teach me a lesson again, I really have learned my lesson now, and I won't run away anymore..."

She spoke incoherently but expressed her sincerity.

He just stared at her without refutation, and only said, "Then you have to make me believe it."

"How, how can I make you believe it?"

There was uncontrollable fear and resistance in her eyes, her trembling voice had already gone out of tune, and her breathing was short.

He looked into her eyes, his gaze moved down inch by inch until it landed on her lips. He said in a light voice, a little regretfully: "I originally wanted to wait for you to be willing, but now it seems that there is no need."

Maybe she will never be willing.

Then don't be willing.

It doesn't matter.

He clamped her restless hands behind her waist and pressed her against the Steinway piano. Her breath was taken away, and all her struggles were like a butterfly flapping its wings in vain in a spider web, fragile and useless.

He was stripped naked, his clothes falling all over the floor.

Xiao Yan held her with one hand, and with the other hand he reached behind her to flip through the music score. He kissed her pale and pretty cheek, then her lips. Their breaths were lingering. He smiled lightly, "How about this one, Croatian Rhapsody?"

madman.

She really cried, and this time she wasn't pretending. Her voice was shaking like a sieve, but she was still begging for mercy: "I won't run away anymore, Xiao Yan, please let me go. I will be willing in the future. Please give me some more time, I really won't run away anymore..."

Every word she said was sincere, but she repented a little late.

Even if it fell into his ears, it would not be credible at all. He could not believe it at all.

Ignoring her pleas for mercy, he leaned over to her ear and whispered, "People don't learn their lessons until they've learned a lesson. But you can choose the song and suffer less, so I won't feel bad."

"..."

"You don't want to choose, right? Then let's start with this rhapsody."

She seldom cried since she was a child, and had never been scared to tears. But now, her tears fell on the back of his hand, but the tears seemed to be ineffective.

He wiped her tears with his fingertips, "Don't cry. The more you cry, the less I want to let you go. Ye Xiaowu, you should behave yourself as soon as possible. Why do you have to suffer like this?"

The voice was magnetic and gentle, even bewitching. If you didn't know better, you would think he was coaxing people, but what he said was worse than that of an animal.

He held her neck, and pressed his breath down on her, going deeper and deeper, leaving no room for her.

She opened her mouth and bit him, and the smell of blood spread in their mouths, but this time Xiao Yan had no intention of letting her go. Instead, he grabbed her waist and pressed his body against hers tightly.

The piano music played intermittently, fiercely and unrestrainedly.