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"Ash Snow...my Ash Snow...!"

Some kind of terrifying force entangled her waist, and the pain that squeezed her bones to the point of breaking caused Huixue to wake up from her lethargy. In just a second, when she saw the woman's face clearly in the dark sky, she screamed in panic. , frantically pushing and beating Shen Tinglan.

The woman quickly climbed up and covered her mouth, and pressed her tightly into her arms again, her voice trembling with excitement, "Hui Xue, it's me...! Don't shout, be good, don't shout...!"

The mouth and nose were forcibly covered, and Huixue's breathing was lost in the swamp. As soon as she touched a woman, goose bumps appeared all over her body, and the unstoppable trembling in her heart did not originate from the joy of meeting.

Rather, it stems from the fear of reunion.

"Does it hurt Huixue? Does it hurt?"

In the carriage, Shen Tinglan hugged her and sat on his knees. It had been a long time since I saw her. The woman's body and cheeks were obviously thinner. His facial features are always superior, making another kind of extreme morbid beauty.

She scrutinized the scars on the side of Huixue's neck that had not yet healed, her brows were tightly frowned, as if she was thousands of times more worried and distressed than Huixue.

"Why do you do this to yourself...?"

Huixue lowered her eyes and looked away, feeling extremely tired at the moment, "I don't want to see this thing."

Shen Tinglan watched her eyes darken, and within a moment, the woman buried herself in Huixue's neck and nest, and began to lick her wounds.

Huixue wanted to turn away and hide, but was brought back by Shen Tinglan's neck. She grabbed the black hair at the back of the woman's head, and uttered a few muffled sounds because of the pain.

All the memory fragments from the past re-drilled into Huixue's brain nerves, what disgusted her the most was that this body still reacted to Shen Tinglan.

The woman greedily sucked every inch of breath on her body, and whispered: "I said it a long time ago... Huixue."

"Those people outside, they all want to harm you...! They all want to snatch you away from me!"

Shen Tinglan spoke excitedly, her slender five fingers submerged below her waistline, caressingly around the missing wound behind Huixue.

"You tell me Huixue, who did it, you tell me..."

That night, Huixue seemed to have fallen asleep and didn't seem to have slept, her whole body was in a very sleepy state, and she vaguely felt that the woman was kissing her all the time, very lightly and intensively.

She closed her eyes and touched Shen Tinglan's lower lip as soon as she raised her hand, "I'm very tired today..."

Shen Tinglan paused for a moment, stepped back a little, lovingly rubbed the top of Huixue's head, and quickly comforted her:

"Okay, okay, Huixue goes to bed first, let's go home and continue..."

Huixue didn't answer any more, and didn't move any more, just sat in the arms of Shen Tinglan until dawn.

They returned to the central area of ​​Nancheng, the prison where she was locked up every day and every night, Huixue's consciousness has become quite clear now, and when she stepped into this courtyard again, her body inevitably stiffened, and even her steps became stiff. It's hard.

She remembered that Shen Tinglan said that he loved her, that it was because of love that he tried his best to find her back, and that it was also because of love that he tied her tightly by his side, so if one day he was so infatuated with her that he wanted to kill her, it must be because of love.

Full of bondage, control, coercion, extreme love.

Huixue tensed her body, listening to the row after row of bead locks on the gate being turned open, she was about to step back, but Shen Tinglan had already turned around and put her arms around her shoulders, leading her into the house.

As soon as you step into the room, you can see the living room in a mess. The papers are scattered from the table to the floor, and the Nancheng route is densely drawn on it. There are countless cigarette butts soaked in teacups, and sharp knives stuck in fermented apples. , The entire wall is covered with gray snow ID photos, the largest of which is even hung from the ceiling.

Huixue took a step back in surprise, and bumped into the woman's arms. Shen Tinglan was such a dignified person before, and she had to put her identity above her every move, but now, she has changed beyond recognition.

Just looking at the scene in front of him like this, Huixue already understood how crazy the woman wanted to get her back when she left.

"Sorry, I scared you, Huixue." Shen Tinglan smiled in her ear, her voice was flirtatious, not the tone of a normal apology.

"You go take a shower first, are you hungry, what do you want to eat, can I make it for you?" Shen Tinglan just turned her around, Huixue raised her chin to look at her, her lips moved:

"...I want to eat meat."

"Do you want to eat meat?" Shen Tinglan's eyes lit up and flickered, "Okay, I'll make it for you, I'll make it for you...!"

Huixue returned to the master bedroom after taking a shower. Her clothes were all crumpled and buried in Shen Tinglan's bed quilt. After changing her clothes, she sat on the bed like a lifeless carved wood, with dazed eyes and stagnant thoughts, until The woman came in with a tray and sat down beside her.

Shen Tinglan sliced ​​the steak finely, his tired eyes were filled with joy, and he took the initiative to hand the silver fork in front of Huixue, "May I feed you?"

Huixue lowered her eyelids, took a bite and chewed with a dull expression, and didn't take another bite.

Shen Tinglan frowned, a little anxious and confused, "What's wrong?"

"It's unpalatable." Hui Xue replied concisely, pushing away the woman's hand that kept reaching forward.

"It's unpalatable?" Shen Tinglan withdrew his hand, with a sad expression on his face, and quickly adjusted back, repeating: "I'll make it for you again, I'll make it for you again..."

"No, I don't want to eat." Huixue lay down and pulled the quilt, Shen Tinglan pursed her lips, left the room for a while, and came back soon after, with one more item in her hand.

"Guixue, Huixue." Shen Tinglan sat on the edge of the bed and gently called her sideways. When Huixue opened her eyes, she saw Shen Tinglan holding a new table clock, like a child courting her, thinking To please her.

"Didn't you tell me before that the old clock is broken and can't be repaired. I bought you a new one. Take a look."

Huixue sat up straight, took the table clock, and threw the clock to the ground under Shen Tinglan's eyes full of joy.

"I don't want it." She spat out every word, Shen Tinglan frowned blankly, her cheeks twitched, and her complexion sank little by little.

The woman stood up and walked over, knelt down to pick up the table clock, and held it in her arms lovingly, but luckily it wasn't damaged much.

Shen Tinglan put the table clock aside, sat on the other side of the bed, on the wooden chair leaning against the wall, and carefully observed Huixue's face. After a long time, she whispered:

"Grey Snow...you have changed."

Huixue turned her face away to look at her, and sneered, Shen Tinglan lowered his head as if he was very disappointed, unable to cover his face, "Impossible...you are not Huixue..."

"Yes...I'm not Huixue." The orc sitting on the bed replied blankly, with very numb emotions, without any ups and downs.

Dead, the real Huixue was already dead.

From the day Shen Tinglan confines her in the house, she is just a sex toy that can be played with at will, an ant that can be trampled on at will.

Insults, violence, and humiliation are all what she deserves.

She was only 18 years old, and she was obviously in her prime, but she lost everything overnight.

How her freedom, her friends, and the light and dream she longed for were destroyed step by step.

She was not born like this, she used to be happy, she would wag her tail happily when she ate delicious food, and she would feel very warm when hugged, instead of being like a dead person with no expression now, she is very concerned about everything in the world All lost feeling.

Poor, that poor Huixue is dead.

She died because of the violence of the woman's desire to vent, because the onlookers turned a blind eye, and died because she asked for help again and again, but in exchange for even more desperate helplessness.

"Ash Snow...my Ash Snow..."

The woman sitting in front of her lifted her chin, seemed to be in deep pain of longing, she poked into the bottom of her skirt, her breath became heavy soon, and the chair began to shake with her constant shouts.

"Ash... my ash...! Ah...!"

Such an intimate person, who is right in front of your eyes, but seems like someone who will never come back for a lifetime.