My head hurts. I feel dizzy with pain.

Ling Xiaoqian's consciousness is a little weak, but she is still a little sober. She knows that the man in her body is raging on her, regardless of whether she can bear it or not.

With his action, let originally consciousness already weak she, slowly lost consciousness, just dizzy staring at the ceiling, he has been hate blindfolded, still continue his crazy action.

Finally, she fainted.

Ji chuyang is satisfied with his rampage and withdraws from her. Instead of looking at her, he goes into the bathroom and washes away the smell she left on him. The cold water is drenched from head to foot, and gradually his mood returns to normal.

Out of the bathroom, he saw Ling Xiaoqian on the bed at the first sight. She lay there motionless, and there was a dry blood spot between her forehead.

That picture, let him know clearly, just what kind of torture he was to her.

But so what?

His heart!

There is still no heartache or pity.

Walked over, he did not feel a look at her, pull up the quilt to cover her naked body, and then, put on clothes and left the room.

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Don't know how long to sleep, Ling Xiaoqian just sleep over, the first feeling as if the body does not belong to themselves, fall apart.

She sat up and looked around. There was no Ji chuyang in the room.

"It hurts." She rubbed her forehead and twisted her eyebrows. Her brain seemed to be shaken, uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and her body was sour and painful. It seemed that she had gone to hell and was tortured by cruelty.

Get out of bed, she put on clothes, slowly walked to the mirror, looking at the forehead wound, no treatment, the blood has dried automatically.

There was a wry smile on his lips. Ji chuyang was really cold-blooded. He tortured her and fainted. There were bleeding wounds on her forehead. He could leave as if he had nothing to do. He even refused to ask a servant to bandage her.

How cold-blooded!

I don't even have a heart for this kind of person, do I?