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Ye Wushuang originally thought that Yi Jichuan came to see her for something. When he came to the outer room, he glanced at Yi Jichuan who was sitting on the bed in the outer room and asked disdainfully: "What are you doing here?"
Yi Jichuan took a sip of tea, then put down the tea cup in his hand, gave Ye Wushuang a cold look, and snorted: "This is the place where I hide my sword in the Villa. I can go wherever I want."
Seeing Yi Jichuan's appearance, Ye Wushuang thought that Yi Jichuan was just looking for trouble, so he didn't bother to pay attention and turned around and walked towards the house.
Yi Jichuan stared at Ye Wushuang's back with raised eyebrows. The shame he was holding in his heart turned into anger. He stood up and followed him.
Ye Wushuang just entered the back room and saw Yi Jichuan following him. He stopped, turned around indifferently, and looked at Yi Jichuan who was striding after him.
Yi Jichuan's brows and eyes were filled with animality. He stopped in front of Ye Wushuang, then raised his hand and waved out a burst of white mist.
Ye Wushuang only had some rudimentary kung fu and was not at all prepared for Yi Jichuan. He looked at Yi Jichuan and was startled. When he realized it, he had fallen into Yi Jichuan's way. Then he felt that his hands and feet were sore and weak, and he could not control his body. , unconsciously took two steps back, grabbed the screen, stared at Yi Jichuan angrily, frowned and asked: "What do you want to do?"
Yi Jichuan did not speak, but took a step towards Ye Wushuang, then sneered and bent down to pick up Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang tried his best to struggle, but there was no strength in his hands and feet, and he could not even stay standing. With Yi Jichuan's strength, he fell into Yi Jichuan's arms. He was startled and said angrily, slightly weakly: "Yi Jichuan, if you dare to mess around, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life."
Yi Jichuan picked up Ye Wushuang, the hatred in his brows and eyes spreading. He frowned and stared at Ye Wushuang in his arms, snorted coldly: "You think no one knows about you, you are just a person who was thrown away." An abandoned wife, who do you really think you are?"
Ye Wushuang didn't like Yi Jichuan himself, and marrying Yi Jichuan was just a temporary solution. The fear in his heart was reflected in his eyes, and he threatened with a slight breath: "I know the big secret of your Sword Hidden Villa, if you If you dare to touch a hair on my head, I will make your entire Hidden Sword Villa pay the price."
Zhang Mo reminded Yi Jichuan that no matter what Ye Wushuang said, he couldn't believe it, so Yi Jichuan ignored Ye Wushuang's words, carried Ye Wushuang to the bedside, sneered, and put Ye Wushuang on the bed. .
Seeing that Yi Jichuan didn't believe him, Ye Wushuang became even more flustered. His weak tone became much softer and he asked, "Don't you really want to know what the deal is between your father and my father?"
Yi Jichuan was startled. Although he was indeed curious, hatred filled Yi Jichuan's mind at this moment. Seeing Ye Wushuang's nervousness and panic, Yi Jichuan felt some indescribable joy in his heart. Then he stood next to Ye Wushuang. He sat down and stretched out his right hand to touch Ye Wushuang's cheek, with evil revenge in his eyes and a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Ye Wushuang was completely unable to struggle. The panic and fear in her heart disrupted her composure, and then she gritted her teeth and said: "Yi Jichuan! Don't let me look down on you!"
Yi Jichuan did not respond, and his right hand slowly slid from Ye Wushuang's jade-like cheek to his delicate chin. There seemed to be pity, reluctance, friendship, and nostalgia, but everything was in his eyes. Under the hatred, it gradually subsided, and the joy of revenge in his heart appeared on his face, revealing that evil smile. After lightly picking up Ye Wushuang's chin with his fingers, he continued to slide down, caressing the exquisite curves, and reached the waist button. at.
Ye Wushuang could not resist, and could only watch Yi Jichuan's hand pull up his belt. The fear in his heart could only turn into resentment, and he cursed: "Yi Jichuan, if you dare to touch me, I will not Let you go."
Yi Jichuan took off Ye Wushuang's belt. Seeing Ye Wushuang so flustered, helpless, and angry, he felt even more happy. He grabbed Ye Wushuang's delicate chin, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "That sword demon can move You, why can’t I? At least I still have the status of husband and wife with you, and you should give me what you deserve.”
Although Ye Wushuang was choked by Yi Jichuan and couldn't speak, the hatred in his eyes was enough to show Ye Wushuang's anger and hatred.
Yi Jichuan felt very happy when he saw Ye Wushuang being so powerless, helpless and unwilling. He slowly bent down and kissed Ye Wushuang's sultry red lips.
Ye Wushuang was extremely resistant in her heart, but could not get rid of it after all. When her lips were touched, the fear and helplessness in her heart could not be concealed, and turned into a twinkle in her eyes, and tears overflowed.
Seeing Ye Wushuang crying, Yi Jichuan had a profound understanding of what Zhang Mo said. It turned out that venting the hatred in his heart and torturing the people he resented was so enjoyable. Yi Jichuan couldn't help laughing excitedly, and then became even crazier. He pounced on Ye Wushuang, who had no power to resist, venting his long-suppressed anger and bestiality.
Ye Wushuang couldn't move and could only watch Yi Jichuan do whatever he wanted, like an inescapable nightmare that he could only face without any choice.
Ye Wushuang, who had already given up her heart, remembered the taste of those tears under the hatred and humiliation in her heart. One day she would take revenge for all of this and everything!
The night was already deep, and the effects of Ye Wushuang's medicine had not yet completely worn off. He lay quietly on the bed, his hair and clothes a little messy, and the tears in the corners of his eyes had dried. In his deep beautiful eyes, despair and hope were intertwined, and his jade hands slowly clenched. fist.
After Yi Jichuan vented his resentment, he sat next to Ye Wushuang. Looking at Ye Wushuang who was helpless at this moment, he felt really happy. Then he sneered triumphantly and said: "So you and the Sword Demon are really innocent."
Ye Wushuang stared at Yi Jichuan with cold and ruthless eyes, but did not answer.
Yi Jichuan and Ye Wushuang looked at each other, caressed Ye Wushuang's cheek, then stood up, put on his clothes, looked at Ye Wushuang again, turned around, laughed, and left the room.
After a long time, the effect of Ye Wushuang's medicine gradually wore off and he slowly recovered, but Ye Wushuang did not make any movement. He still just stared at his big eyes and lay quietly on the bed.
As the night gradually receded and the sun gradually rose, Ye Wushuang slowly loosened his fists and sat up.
Ye Wushuang, who has long been in despair, how can he be willing to face the various fates and the hatred in his heart? Everything hidden in the heart turns into the power that swallows everything, creating an insurmountable demonic barrier.
However, Ye Wushuang knew very well that he had no ability to resist now. Only by trying his best to become stronger could he change everything and destroy everything. Therefore, Ye Wushuang did not complain or cry at all, just like usual. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "The Sorrow of Heaven", follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find close friends~
