C7

"This girl actually dares to laugh at me. Someone, drag her out and beat me to death."

"How dare you!"

Hearing this, Xue Ronghua frowned and immediately shouted, "This is the Xue Residence, I am the Xue Family's legitimate Second Miss, who dares to touch my people?"

"Cousin Rong must have forgotten."

The expression on Ye Zhao's face slightly eased up. He looked at the panicking Ping'er with interest, pointed with his silver bow, and said: "This girl is given to you by my aunt. In terms of birth, he is still someone of our Ye Residence."

"You …"

had said before that the Xue Family's Matriarch was surnamed Ye.

There was nothing that Xue Ronghua did not understand, her eyebrows knitted even deeper, just that she was born well, her beautiful face did not have any makeup on, but still carried a look of pity for me, especially her eyes, which were cold yet not lovely, Mo Ru had not noticed, but their pupils were exactly the same as the Mu Langhua in her previous self.

But now, this posture, in Ye Zhao's eyes, made him stunned for a moment, and then he felt his mouth turn dry, his heart itching unbearably.

She was a beauty, and her aunt was right. This was indeed a good job.

Ye Zhao had a plan in his mind, he rolled his eyes, and laughed a bit more gently, then said to Xue Ronghua: "However, if Cousin Rong is feeling sorry for this girl, I am naturally willing to let her go."

"Then …"

Xue Ronghua had not finished speaking, but she suddenly felt her entire body going soft, causing her to be shocked. She subconsciously looked at Ye Zhao.

Sure enough, Ye Zhao laughed craftily, pointing at the short arrow at Xue Ronghua who was lying on the ground lifelessly.

"Cousin Rong, I've told you everything. When you become my pillow, I'll definitely play with these bows and arrows with you."

"You dare?"

Xue Ronghua, whose four limbs were numb, could not help but spew out these two words.

She was not some unconscious girl who was raised in a room. On the contrary, after being husband and wife with Meng Qianzhong for ten years, before she died, she was even plotted against.

Sure enough, Ye Zhao chuckled, he waved his hand and had his followers bring down Ping'er, who was struggling non-stop, then bent down and carried Xue Ronghua straight to the bed.

"Hehe, Cousin Rong, originally, when my aunt told me to use the medicine, I wasn't too happy, but looking at your current state, it seems that I really can't not use the medicine."

He placed Xue Ronghua on the bed and looked at her body that was full like a flower petal for a few times. He felt his heart itch, and then, he reached out and took off the young girl's clothes.

"Cousin Rong, don't worry."

Seeing that his outer garment had been taken off, revealing a young girl's neck that was as white as snow, Ye Zhao swallowed his saliva and vowed solemnly: "I will definitely treat you well."

"If you dare, I will let you know what it means to wish you were dead."

Xue Ronghua looked at Ye Zhao coldly.

What a joke, what a joke.

If she were to live a new life, could it be that she would have to go through another miserable death?

No, she could not die.

She still had to live.

There seemed to be fire burning in Xue Ronghua's eyes, although her hands and feet were weak, at that moment, her eyes seemed to want to tear the man in front of her alive and grind her bones to dust.

She still wanted to live, to live to pay back the little Meng Qianzhong that they owed her back, alive!

"What kind of eyes are these …"

Maybe because Xue Ronghua's eyes were filled with too much hatred, even Ye Zhao who was too emotional was startled. The young lady in front of him had a pale white face, she laid on the bed, clearly showing that she was willing to be ravaged by him, but why was he shivering?

"You, I said I would treat you well …"

"Let me go."

Xue Ronghua raised her eyes. She looked both angry and happy, as though she was crying in resentment.

"I said, let go of me."