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Light footsteps came from outside the door. Su Ranqing turned her head around a little anxiously.

Su Ranqing opened her mouth, and looked at Song Zimo with a bit of anticipation.

It was easy for him to soften his heart.

"Hungry?"

Song Zimo said softly.

Su Ranqing had already finished all the food she left here, and she came later than usual today, so it was normal for her to be hungry.

Su Ranqing nodded her head and passed over her food: "It's already been ten days, don't you want to leave?"

Su Ranqing's hand that was about to reach out to eat suddenly paused.

Song Zimo had brought bread for her because it was more convenient to carry. As long as she could fill her stomach, she did not have much expectations.

did not want to answer Song Zimo's question.

A trace of gentleness flashed across Song Zimo's eyes, but she did not say anything. She was not angry, and only silently watched Su Ranqing eat.

Su Ranqing was unable to eat any more after a few bites. Previously, when she was very hungry, she ate the rest of the food, but now that she ate a little bit, she was no longer hungry or thirsty.

Seeing that she was not eating, Song Zimo approached her but instead shrank back a little.

A cold light flashed across Song Zimo's eyes, but he opened his mouth and spoke awkwardly: "I want to take a bath."

Song Zimo looked at the chain on Su Ranqing's hands. It prevented her from getting close to the door, but she could still get a distance from the bathroom.

Su Ranqing raised her right hand: "I can't take off my clothes."

Having not taken a bath for so many days made her body feel a little uncomfortable.

"I don't have a key."

Song Zimo said one sentence, what he said was the truth, the key was on An Ya, and this room was given to him by An Ya, but he did not plan to say it out loud, it was their agreement.

Song Zimo's words made Su Ranqing a little disappointed. A hand suddenly pressed on her shoulder.

Su Ranqing's heart tightened, and even her breathing started to quicken.

Song Zimo started to take off Su Ranqing's clothes, Su Ranqing instinctively struggled: "What are you doing?"

Song Zimo squinted: "Don't move."

Su Ranqing's body stiffened.

Due to fear, she didn't dare to resist Song Zimo at all previously. Although he didn't hurt her, he always said things that made her scared.

"I really want you to stay with me."

Song Zimo's low voice came out.

Here it comes again.

Su Ranqing's heart suddenly jumped, all the cells in her body clamoring, "If I want to leave, let me leave!"

Song Zimo lowered his head, and then, slowly took off Su Ranqing's clothes. In the end, the clothes were hung on the chain one by one by Song Zimo.

Su Ranqing felt a little cold.

The room was air-conditioned, but she felt a chill.

"Go take a bath."

Song Zimo pulled Su Ranqing's other hand towards the bathroom.

Su Ranqing never thought that Song Zimo would help her bathe her. Her body was stiff and tense as she dragged a chain into the bathroom.

Song Zimo's movements were very gentle, but Su Ranqing had actually forgotten to resist. By the time she had reacted, Song Zimo's hands were already moving around her body.

Su Ranqing's body suddenly shivered: "I can wash myself."

"Don't say no. You're mine now. I can do whatever I want."

Song Zimo's voice was filled with coldness, but his hands continued to move.

Su Ranqing secretly cursed in her heart. She shouldn't have used this reason!

Initially, she only wanted Song Zimo to remove the chain on her wrist, but she didn't think that Song Zimo would actually still use a Fang Family like this to bathe her!

Although it was shameful to be seen naked, at this moment, she only felt despair towards her current situation.

She stood dumbly in the bathroom as hot water splashed down from the top of her head.

Some parts of Song Zimo's body were drenched with water, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he focused on watching Su Ranqing's naked body.

This made Su Ranqing very ashamed and angry.

In the mirror, he was standing there naked while Song Zimo looked at her entire body. Su Ranqing pursed her lips and felt that her brain was in a bit of a mess.

She suddenly closed her eyes.

She decided to deceive herself.

A sharp pain suddenly came from his shoulder.

Su Ranqing softly exclaimed. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked into the mirror.

With Song Zimo behind her, he lowered his head and bit down on her shoulder.

The pain increased, causing Su Ranqing to look at Song Zimo. There was a lot of mist in the bathroom, and what she saw was a mirror. She was not sure of Song Zimo's expression, but Su Ranqing knew that he would definitely be able to see her.

"What are you doing?"

Su Ranqing asked with a trembling voice.

Song Zimo's hand passed through Su Ranqing's waist and lightly touched Su Ranqing's chest.

"No." Su Ranqing said in panic.

Song Zimo had never tried to force a relationship with her before, but she was afraid that she would lose control in such a situation.

Her whole body was tense, and the feeling of her chest made her lips quiver.

Fortunately, Song Zimo's hands only stayed for a moment before they relaxed.

He still couldn't do it.

Song Zimo sighed and left the bathroom.

Su Ranqing's body that was standing under the shower could not help but tremble.

For some reason, she felt more and more afraid.

As she walked forward, the mirror was covered with a layer of mist, and all she could see was a blurry shadow. She wiped her hand over the mirror and saw that her eyes were bloodshot as she stood there.

Su Ranqing stayed silent for a long time. When she came out, Song Zimo had already left.

This made Su Ranqing more or less heave a sigh of relief.

In truth, Song Zimo did not leave. He was just making a phone call from the outside.

"I can't do it, I can't do it!" Song Zimo's eyes were bloodshot. No matter how determined he was before to completely hurt Su Ranqing, he was unable to do so.

He couldn't even take the first step, so naturally, he couldn't let Su Ranqing feel a sense of reliance on him.

On the other side, An Ya snorted: "So?"

Song Zimo was silent.

"Did she sign it?"

An Ya said while suppressing the anger in her heart.

"I don't want to force her …" Song Zimo's voice sounded a little hesitant.

"No wonder you can't make her like you. You're just a piece of trash!"

An Ya's words were merciless, but Song Zimo had no way to refute them.

Perhaps what she said was just a piece of trash to her.

Song Zimo sighed, and An Ya who was on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment: "If you can't do it, then don't blame me for doing it myself."

"What are you going to do?" Song Zimo nervously asked An Ya.

An Ya coldly snorted, "Don't worry, I will leave her life in your hands!"