C11

For the entire day, Shu Xin Xin had to maintain a smile to show off her demeanor. However, this was only the beginning, because danger was constantly approaching her.

The night began to spread and intoxicate.

On the road, a team was moving in an orderly manner under the illumination of the lights.

Shu Xin Xin sat in the car with the man beside her. The man held the goblet in his hand and poured the red liquid into his mouth.

His strong aura constantly assaulted Shu Xin Xin's heart, her thoughts didn't become dispirited from the fatigue of a single day, instead they caused her to become extremely defensive. The more gentle he acted, the more frightened she became, and the pain in her lips constantly reminded her that all of his gentleness was just an illusion.

Yin San suddenly turned around and covered his lips.

The wine in his mouth slid down Shu Xin Xin's throat that was already incredibly dry. Immediately, the strong smell of the wine almost engulfed her whole body.

"Cough, cough …" Yin San, who was already unfamiliar with alcohol, started to cough violently as soon as his lips left hers. How could he withstand the stimulation of the strong alcohol?

Yin San did not show the slightest mercy. He picked up the wine cup by the side, took another sip, and once again pressed it against her tender and alluring lips.

Waves of dizziness hit Shu Xin without mercy. She didn't drink alcohol to begin with, and today, she had only touched it slightly. What's more, Yin San had given her strong alcohol to drink.

Her body softened after Yin San fed her a few mouthfuls of wine. She could even feel the pleasure of revenge from Yin San's evil smile.

Yin San walked into the villa with big strides, clutching Shu Xin Xin Xin's hand.

"Let me go …" Shu Xin tried to break free from his imprisonment with all her might, but how could she be a match for this man? In the blink of an eye, she was dragged into a room.

"Peng", a muffled sound came from the floor. Shu Xin's heart was thrown onto the floor in a sorry state.

When she looked up, she saw a large portrait hanging in the middle of the room.

"Ruo Lin." In almost an instant, she cried out in surprise.

Yin San was familiar with everything that was happening around him. Right, it was Ruo Lin. He wanted to humiliate this woman in front of Ruo Lin. He wanted her to pay the price, a price even more serious than the loss of Ruo Lin.

"From now on, I want you to live a life worse than death!" He declared like a ghost.

Yin San drew closer and closer, the sound of his shoes echoing in the air.

Of course, Shu Xin knew what would happen next.

No, no, at least not here!

She prayed over and over in her heart, but it was clear that God did not hear her prayer.

Yin San laughed and took off all of his clothes, then squatted down and tore off the expensive wedding dress without caring about how he resisted.

"No …" She continued to retreat behind him, but Yin San's powerful hand held her back, preventing her from escaping.

"Shu Xin Xin, do you know how Ruo Lin feels?" He spoke with a bloodthirsty voice, his expression so gloomy that it seemed to be able to kill people.

His lips moved closer to Shu Xin Xin's, and every movement he made caused her to shiver incessantly. He kept getting closer and closer to her, to the point where she didn't even dare to move an inch.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Very soon, I will let you feel how Ruo Lin felt before she died!" Yin San seemed to be enduring a huge amount of grief as he spoke word by word.

His lips covered hers without a trace of emotion.

The ice-cold touch caused Shu Xin's heart to come to her senses. She struggled to stay away from the devil, but her resistance was met with even more rudeness …

Until the sun shone through the curtains, the flowers bloomed on the floor, and Shu Xin Xin lay there like a statue.

Her body was covered with large and small wounds. She could bite, pinch, and bite … Everything.

Last night, Yin San had completely bullied her. When he left, his smile grew wider and wider as he spoke in such a casual manner, "Shu Xin Xin, from today onwards, this place shall be your hell!"

She did not doubt a single word he said. She knew he could do it if he said it!

Su Ruo Lin slightly turned her head. In the large painting on the wall, her smile was exceptionally sweet. She was smiling at Shu Xin Xin.

"Ruo Lin, do you hate me too …"

"I'm sorry …"

"I'm sorry …"

She was like a child as she mumbled lifelessly, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Xin Xin, how can you do this?

Xin Xin, why did you marry him?

Xin Xin, Yin San is mine, you can't do this!

No...

"No …" Shu Xin covered her ears and screamed her heart out. It was as if she could hear Ruo Lin's voice, sounding just like a ghost in her ears.