Chapter 5: 5
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Just after bathing, her hair is slightly wet. Before and after the women take off her make-up, they are different. However, she seems to have no big difference.
Her face is pure, white and delicate, crystal clear, as if she can pinch water. The clean and fresh bedroom seemed to be filled with the fragrance of her body.
His gaze makes Tang Xin feel like a snake being watched by an eagle, and his body is full of cold.
"Is there anyone you like?" He asked suddenly.
She stood at the end of the bed, shaking her head uneasily, "No
"That is to say, I haven't tasted a man?"
His words were too straightforward, and she blushed and bit her lips.
Then the air fell into silence
Looking at his prey with a cold hand, as if thinking about how to deal with it.
For a long time, Li Yunshen turned up the frame around her, "put her on."
Tang Xin takes the photo frame and looks pale. The whole person is shaking. Naivete, as like as two peas in the
photo, is just the same as the wedding photo he brought. It's just that the photo is colorful, making the girl smile more innocent.
Who the hell is this girl? Why do they have her in their room?
What's more, it's on the bedside table on her side?
Finally, without touching her, he lay down and went to sleep. But she sleeps on her side. Facing this photo, she can't sleep in her heart. Her figure, which occupies less than one third of the bed, curls up into the shape of shrimp rice and opens her eyes until dawn.
Men get up at seven, go downstairs at seven ten, and go out at seven forty after breakfast, as if forming a standard step early, very regular.
There was no news about him downstairs. Tang Xin immediately opened his eyes to sleep. He did not dare to look at the picture of the bedside table again. He found the clothes to wear in the trunk and ran into the bathroom.
After covering her eyes with powder, she went downstairs. When sister Liu asked her what kind of breakfast she would like to have, she was still flattered, knowing that it was just out of her duty. So she asked for a Chinese breakfast. The nutritious porridge cooked just right with some unique pickled vegetables made her feel warm.
Sister Liu is the housekeeper in the manor. She is as expressionless and stern as the master in the manor. Here, everyone called her "Miss Tang" because the owner of the manor did not announce her identity to them.
From the moment she stepped here, she seemed to have no place.
After breakfast, Tang Xin went upstairs to tidy up her personal belongings. However, after returning to her room, sister Liu came up with a foreigner.
"Miss Tang, this Mr. Smith is a famous psychiatrist. He invited you to see the doctor for you."
Tang Xin's heart was cold and painful, his face was white, and his mood was out of control.
"I'm not sick! You let him go! Let him go at once
"This kind of patient usually says she's not sick. She's in a bit of a bad situation right now."
Dr. Smith said regretfully and asked the two assistants who came after him to hold her down. Although the words were in English, she understood them.
Weak strength can't get rid of it.
The medicine is injected into the syringe and overflows from the needle These pictures were never new to her. They were sedatives.
Fear, helplessness.
Originally, the nightmare will never wake up! Forever
Before she fainted, she saw a figure standing at the door, coldly and mercilessly watching her struggle, watching her despair, and then
She saw him smile, just a cold hook, but really smile, very cruel smile
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Just after bathing, her hair is slightly wet. Before and after the women take off her make-up, they are different. However, she seems to have no big difference.
Her face is pure, white and delicate, crystal clear, as if she can pinch water. The clean and fresh bedroom seemed to be filled with the fragrance of her body.
His gaze makes Tang Xin feel like a snake being watched by an eagle, and his body is full of cold.
"Is there anyone you like?" He asked suddenly.
She stood at the end of the bed, shaking her head uneasily, "No
"That is to say, I haven't tasted a man?"
His words were too straightforward, and she blushed and bit her lips.
Then the air fell into silence
Looking at his prey with a cold hand, as if thinking about how to deal with it.
For a long time, Li Yunshen turned up the frame around her, "put her on."
Tang Xin takes the photo frame and looks pale. The whole person is shaking. Naivete, as like as two peas in the
photo, is just the same as the wedding photo he brought. It's just that the photo is colorful, making the girl smile more innocent.
Who the hell is this girl? Why do they have her in their room?
What's more, it's on the bedside table on her side?
Finally, without touching her, he lay down and went to sleep. But she sleeps on her side. Facing this photo, she can't sleep in her heart. Her figure, which occupies less than one third of the bed, curls up into the shape of shrimp rice and opens her eyes until dawn.
Men get up at seven, go downstairs at seven ten, and go out at seven forty after breakfast, as if forming a standard step early, very regular.
There was no news about him downstairs. Tang Xin immediately opened his eyes to sleep. He did not dare to look at the picture of the bedside table again. He found the clothes to wear in the trunk and ran into the bathroom.
After covering her eyes with powder, she went downstairs. When sister Liu asked her what kind of breakfast she would like to have, she was still flattered, knowing that it was just out of her duty. So she asked for a Chinese breakfast. The nutritious porridge cooked just right with some unique pickled vegetables made her feel warm.
Sister Liu is the housekeeper in the manor. She is as expressionless and stern as the master in the manor. Here, everyone called her "Miss Tang" because the owner of the manor did not announce her identity to them.
From the moment she stepped here, she seemed to have no place.
After breakfast, Tang Xin went upstairs to tidy up her personal belongings. However, after returning to her room, sister Liu came up with a foreigner.
"Miss Tang, this Mr. Smith is a famous psychiatrist. He invited you to see the doctor for you."
Tang Xin's heart was cold and painful, his face was white, and his mood was out of control.
"I'm not sick! You let him go! Let him go at once
"This kind of patient usually says she's not sick. She's in a bit of a bad situation right now."
Dr. Smith said regretfully and asked the two assistants who came after him to hold her down. Although the words were in English, she understood them.
Weak strength can't get rid of it.
The medicine is injected into the syringe and overflows from the needle These pictures were never new to her. They were sedatives.
Fear, helplessness.
Originally, the nightmare will never wake up! Forever
Before she fainted, she saw a figure standing at the door, coldly and mercilessly watching her struggle, watching her despair, and then
She saw him smile, just a cold hook, but really smile, very cruel smile
Just after bathing, her hair is slightly wet. Before and after the women take off her make-up, they are different. However, she seems to have no big difference. Her face is pure, white and delicate, crystal clear, as if she can pinch water. The clean and fresh bedroom seemed to be filled with the fragrance of her body. His gaze makes Tang Xin feel like a snake being watched by an eagle, and his body is full of cold. "Is there anyone you like?" He asked suddenly. She stood at the end of the bed, shaking her head uneasily, "No "That is to say, I haven't tasted a man?" His words were too straightforward, and she blushed and bit her lips. Then the air fell into silence Looking at his prey with a cold hand, as if thinking about how to deal with it. For a long time, Li Yunshen turned up the frame around her, "put her on." Tang Xin takes the photo frame and looks pale. The whole person is shaking. Naivete, as like as two peas in the photo, is just the same as the wedding photo he brought. It's just that the photo is colorful, making the girl smile more innocent. Who the hell is this girl? Why do they have her in their room? What's more, it's on the bedside table on her side? Finally, without touching her, he lay down and went to sleep. But she sleeps on her side. Facing this photo, she can't sleep in her heart. Her figure, which occupies less than one third of the bed, curls up into the shape of shrimp rice and opens her eyes until dawn. Men get up at seven, go downstairs at seven ten, and go out at seven forty after breakfast, as if forming a standard step early, very regular. There was no news about him downstairs. Tang Xin immediately opened his eyes to sleep. He did not dare to look at the picture of the bedside table again. He found the clothes to wear in the trunk and ran into the bathroom. After covering her eyes with powder, she went downstairs. When sister Liu asked her what kind of breakfast she would like to have, she was still flattered, knowing that it was just out of her duty. So she asked for a Chinese breakfast. The nutritious porridge cooked just right with some unique pickled vegetables made her feel warm. Sister Liu is the housekeeper in the manor. She is as expressionless and stern as the master in the manor. Here, everyone called her "Miss Tang" because the owner of the manor did not announce her identity to them. From the moment she stepped here, she seemed to have no place. After breakfast, Tang Xin went upstairs to tidy up her personal belongings. However, after returning to her room, sister Liu came up with a foreigner. "Miss Tang, this Mr. Smith is a famous psychiatrist. He invited you to see the doctor for you." Tang Xin's heart was cold and painful, his face was white, and his mood was out of control. "I'm not sick! You let him go! Let him go at once "This kind of patient usually says she's not sick. She's in a bit of a bad situation right now." Dr. Smith said regretfully and asked the two assistants who came after him to hold her down. Although the words were in English, she understood them. Weak strength can't get rid of it. The medicine is injected into the syringe and overflows from the needle These pictures were never new to her. They were sedatives. Fear, helplessness. Originally, the nightmare will never wake up! Forever Before she fainted, she saw a figure standing at the door, coldly and mercilessly watching her struggle, watching her despair, and then She saw him smile, just a cold hook, but really smile, very cruel smile
