C40

Pei Luoyi hung a drop of water on her neck and continued burning until the sun started to rise the next morning. Only then did she leave the bed and slowly wake up.

There was a servant sitting on the chair with one hand on the armrest and supporting his forehead with the other hand. He was taking a nap with his head tilted to the side. It seemed like he had been there all night.

Her line of sight shifted to the door again. With great difficulty, she managed to move to the cabinet beside the door, but it was already gone. Apart from the cabinet, even the door was gone.

She was unconscious until now, so she naturally did not know what had happened. However, looking at the ruins on the door frame, one could imagine just how desperate the situation had been at that time.

Pei Luoyi closed her eyes as she felt a high fever in her head.

But when he thought about it carefully, there was still some lingering fear. It was just that his mind was unclear because of the anger, so he thought that if he could not let her out, then it would not be so easy for him to enter. Otherwise, wouldn't it seem like she was easy to enter?

When she finally moved the heavy wooden closet to the door, she was also sweating profusely, so she took a shower in the bathroom. When she came out, she felt very sleepy, so she went to bed and slept until she felt that something was wrong. It was already too late, she had already burnt herself and didn't even have the strength to get up.

Now that he thought about it, he felt that it was really childish.

While she was still conscious, she wondered if the final outcome of her life would be hanging in this room.

However, based on the current situation, that man wouldn't let her die so easily. After all, they had only agreed on three years, and it had only just begun.

The calm face pulled out a dry smile.

This action caused his throat to itch and he couldn't help but cough.

When the servant heard the noise, he jumped up from his chair and hurried to check on her.

"Miss Pei, you're awake? Do you feel any better? "

"Cough, cough, cough …" "Water, cough cough …"

"Oh oh water, I'll immediately pour it for you."

She was on the verge of coughing, but luckily the servant poured water down her throat to moisten it before she felt better.

Pei Luoyi placed the cup of water on the bedside table. Her face was pale and frail from a bout of illness. She slowly got up and tilted her head to look outside the window. "What time is it?"

The servant put the pillow behind her and replied, "It should be seven o'clock, it's still early. Why don't you rest a bit more, I'll go down and make you something to eat?"

As she said this, she seemed to recall something. She then got Pei Luoyi to take out the thermometer and let out a sigh of relief after seeing the temperature drop.

Pei Luoyi actually did not have any appetite. Even though she had been hungry for almost a day, she felt weak throughout her body. She truly did not have any appetite at all. Her head was dizzy and she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep.

The servant beside her was still talking, so she didn't hear clearly. She nodded and said, "Sure, thanks."

The servant saw that she was in a very bad mood, so he didn't ask any further questions. He only replied and tucked her in before leaving.

When Pei Luoyi woke up again, the air had already become slightly warmer than it had been in the morning. The room was also much brighter.

The moment she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the meticulous man sitting quietly on the single sofa in the room. He seemed bored and had a book in his hand.

His long legs crossed, and the dark gray suit gave off a sense of abstinence.

If he hadn't sensed her gaze, he would have raised his head from the book and looked at her. She had even thought of what she would use to frame this image that was comparable to a European male model into the camera.

She likes to take pictures when she's away, but mostly she takes pictures. That glance just now, if it were reversed right beside her, she might have really taken it.

Seeing that she had woken up, the man put down the book and walked over.

Pei Luoyi blinked several times as a dazed look flashed across her eyes.

He always carried that black metal walking stick with him, but today, he didn't hold it in his hand. His actions … Except for an almost negligible awkwardness, the pace was smooth.

He came to a stop beside the huge bed and stood with his back to the light, half-lidded.

The deep eyes of the Floating Light Umbra instantly froze on her face, and her lips suddenly curved into an arc that she couldn't describe. "Our marriage has only just begun … Are you really that eager to be released? "

The faint voice was filled with infinite coldness, pressing down on her like a heavy iron wall.

Pei Luoyi's breathing paused for a second before she closed her eyes, her expression indifferent.

He was mocking her for trying to "kill herself," she could tell.

The bedsheet beside her suddenly caved in, and a shadow fell over the mattress, along with the sound of it being pressed down.

The moment Pei Luoyi lifted her eyelids, her breath was immediately filled with the unique, biting cold aura of the man.

What followed was those slender and clean fingers pinching her cheeks accurately, forcing her to look at him.

"You still don't understand your own position? "Hmm?"

Gong Yan's voice was low and deep, extremely magnetic. Between the opening and closing of his thin lips, Ling Ran's breath was completely released on the weak and pale face of the woman.

He stared at her coldly. "Tell me, where did you get the courage to show me your face?"

When she was close to the point where her breath intertwined with his, she instinctively wanted to break free from the man's grasp. Even though she didn't have much strength left, her fingers were still relentlessly trying to pry open his large palms.

However, she stubbornly refused to reply with a single word.

Her attitude was undoubtedly pouring a bucket of oil over the anger brewing in the man's chest.

"Pei Luoyi, don't force me to burn that painting." Gong Yan's voice was hoarse to the extreme as it was wrapped in a layer of frost.

The moment the words left his mouth, he could clearly feel his subordinate's woman stiffen for a moment. In just an instant, she broke out into a bitter smile as she pulled at her lips.

She met his eyes. "If you think I can give up my life, do I care about the painting?"

She had a night of high fever. Her throat was dry and uncomfortable, and her words were unbearably hoarse.

She clearly had a pitiful appearance, but the provocative tone in her words made the man have the urge to pinch her to death.

His strong knuckles tightened, and he curled his lips, "You don't care? You've been looking for something for so long, and you say you don't care? "

Pei Luoyi's pupils constricted as her face turned pale and transparent. Her upper teeth bit into her bloodless lips.

Don't care... How could he not care?

But at least... She didn't want to show it in front of him.

She was like a man dying of hunger. He hung a piece of meat in front of her, watching her grovel and grovel on the ground, and all he did was play when he was bored.