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As night fell, the warmth curled up in the corner and lowered its head. It felt the warmth of the night. From time to time, warm liquid would gush out from his body, and the air would be filled with pungent blood. The fishy smell made her cry out loud.

The once rich lady had now fallen to the status of a security guard. Not even raw cotton. Thinking of what had happened during the day, Warmth felt as if a knife had been twisted into his heart. Even a breath of air would be extremely painful for him.

The man who had once thought that he would spend a lifetime with her now, besides despising her, despising her, insulting her, and hating her, was only forcing her into dire straits step by step.

Under the dim light, her warm, helpless eyes swept over and over the empty room. She wished she could find something in the room that could save her life. She couldn't possibly stay in this corner forever, could she? She had to clean herself up, or else she would feel disgusted and dirty, much less Ihao.

But there was nothing in the room but a quilt, not even her clothes.

He couldn't find anything to save himself. She could not help but cry softly as she felt her body surge.

No matter how much he hated himself, no matter how much he wanted to punish and torture himself, at the very least, he wouldn't give him the necessities of life, right?

Warmth curled up in the corner and sobbed in a low, stiff voice.

As she was gasping for breath, the door suddenly creaked. Hearing the voice, Warmth's whole body shook, and he raised his tearful eyes to look at the door in horror.

She saw a maid about her age, dressed in a maid's uniform, poke her head in. She searched the room for a moment, her gaze falling on Warm Body. Then she smiled sweetly and pushed open the door.

When Warmth saw it, his whole body shuddered and instinctively shrank towards the corner.

The little maid came in and handed her a packet of Wei. There was also a clean set of clothes on the raw cotton. "This is for you!"

Warmth was startled. Her long eyelashes were still covered in tears. She didn't understand why the maid would be so kind as to send this thing to her. However, because she needed it, Warmth didn't think much about it. The raw cotton, then blush gratefully said: "Thank you!"

The little maid didn't say anything and just smiled sweetly at Warm Snow. Then, she turned around and left.

Warmth looked at the object in his hand, then raised his head to look at the back of the servant girl, and his eyes reddened again.

She thought that there were no good people in the Yi family. It seemed like she was wrong! If there was an opportunity in the future, she would definitely repay her well.

With that thought in mind, Win hurriedly got up and rushed into the office. Quickly remove all the filth from your body...

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In the spacious room, Yi Hao, who had just finished showering, walked out of the bathroom wearing a black bathrobe. He glanced at the three men standing in the room, grinning at him.

"If you continue to laugh like this, do you believe that I won't make it so that your faces can't be restored?" He went to the cabinet, poured himself a glass of red wine, and settled himself comfortably on the sofa.

"Haozi, I say, why do you keep wearing such a stinky face? Don't tell me if you laugh, you're going to die?" One of them, a man in sky-blue casual clothes, came forward and sat down next to him. He put a hand on his shoulder and said, "The three of us have a question to ask you. You have to answer honestly!"

Yi Hao turned his head slightly and looked at the hand that was on his shoulder. His gaze darkened as he yelled, "Take your dirty hand away!"

"Sigh … Haozi, we've been through life and death for so many years. I'm going to let go, but you …" Minghao was displeased. He opened his mouth to refute, but Ihao's sharp eyes swept over him. He immediately shut his mouth and withdrew his arm.

"What problem?" Yi Hao took a sip of the red wine and asked indifferently.

"That's what you said, then we'll ask. If you get angry, then you can't lose your temper." Ming Hao turned around and looked at Yi Hao with a mischievous smile.

Ihao didn't say anything, just leisurely sipped his wine.

"Just now, we saw you humiliating the Little Princess like this from the balcony. Don't you feel heartbroken?" When he thought about how Yi Hao had Warmth change his clothes in broad daylight, Ming Hao revealed a roguish smile. "Little Princess's figure is really good. Her legs are so thin, so tender, and so white …"

Hearing Ming Hao's words, Yi Hao, who was leisurely drinking red wine, suddenly had a cold look on his face. He raised his head and glared at Ming Hao, and his cold warning voice sounded, "I'm warning all of you, stop dreaming. That woman, you're not allowed to move!"