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

Xiao Yan grabbed her waist, lifted her off the railing and threw her onto the bed.

Ye Xiaowu instinctively shrank back, his eyes falling on his chest, "How come you are discharged from the hospital? Are you fully recovered so soon?"

The man looked down at her condescendingly.

"I'm fine now. You look disappointed and sad?"

When death was imminent, she hung her head and stopped struggling, only begging: "If you want to kill me, can you give me a quick death?"

Kill her?

He sneered playfully, "So you just wanted to commit suicide, so that you could die more easily?"

She originally wanted to lie and say yes, but then she remembered that he probably wouldn't believe anything she said now, and this man was very good at seeing people's hearts.

So I honestly said, “No.”

"You want to escape again?"

His eyes flashed, his body enveloped her, his big hands gripped her neck, his long legs kneeled on either side of her body, pinning her to the bed.

"No, no... I'm just scared."

Look at how aggrieved and pitiful she is.

Xiao Yan sneered: "You're doing this again?"

The last time she used this expression to tell him, she was afraid of provoking his guilt and heartache, and then she would join forces with Sucha to kill him.

This time, he won't do it again.

Ye Xiaowu shuddered: "You are going to kill me, I am afraid instinctively."

He stared at her face, seeing through her, "You want to run when you're scared, right? Is this also an instinct?"

"..."

She dared not say a word, indeed.

Xiao Yan was never a generous person. If someone hurt him a little, he would return it tenfold.

It would not be excessive to kill someone like Ye Xiaowu.

His playful gaze slashed at her face inch by inch, "I've been thinking about what to do with you for a month. Do you think I should rape you first and then cut you up, or break your ribs and fry you in a frying pan?"

"..."

The person in his arms was shaking like a sieve, lost his voice, and became a little mute.

Xiao Yan chuckled softly, lowered his head and bit her trembling lips, "Don't choose? If you don't choose, then start from the first step."

"........."

He placed his palm on the side of her neck, using just enough force to control her, and kissed her until her tongue hurt.

Xiao Yan was never a good-tempered saint.

In this violent kiss, the person under his palm struggled like a trapped animal. He pushed open her clenched fist and inserted his fingers forcefully between her fingers, interlocking their fingers and pressing them on the bed.

There is something rubbing against the palm of your hand.

He was startled for a moment, then looked over and saw that it was the red hairband.

Ye Xiaowu was even more frightened, and explained incoherently: "I didn't mean to do that, and I don't know why it broke. It might be because of age. I asked Uncle Fei for needle and thread to help you sew it up, but Uncle Fei..."

She said so much that tears came out of her eyes.

Xiao Yan frowned slightly and said in a light tone: "It's broken, so why are you crying?"

He wiped away the tears from her face with his fingertips.

Ye Xiaowu was confused.

Isn’t this hairband his Bai Yueguang’s?

He had been wearing it on his wrist before. Isn't it important?

She was frightened to the point of going crazy.

But... he still wants to annihilate first and then kill.

Xiao Yan lost interest after hearing her cry. He turned over and fell on the bed, not paying much attention to her.

It's been a long time.

The man put one hand behind his head, and left the other hand hanging open, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep...

Ye Xiaowu did everything he could to survive. He held his breath and stared at the gun on his waist. One second, two seconds, three seconds... He quickly rushed over and pulled the gun from his waist, then gripped the gun handle tightly with both hands and pointed it at him.

Xiao Yan curled his lips and sneered very lightly, without even moving the hand behind his head.

Underestimation of the enemy and contempt to the extreme.

What should I say?

His ribs were still aching slightly, and he had come here tonight simply to have a good sleep, not to make her cry.

Now it seems that she is asking for trouble.

The bullet clicked into the chamber, and she pulled the trigger—

Xiao Yan acted as fast as lightning, knocking the gun out of her hand with one hand, and then grabbed her wrist and pressed it hard against the bed. "Ye Xiaowu, I really want to let you go, but you really want to die."

His eyes were sinister and fell on her trembling lips, and he kissed her without any hesitation.