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Perhaps because my scream was too shrill, the man impatiently covered my mouth and put his other hand on my waist.

I didn't have time to see who it was before I was sure it was a man! As for why, I think it's because he's so powerful.

My feet off the ground, I, I was actually kidnapped!

Those who weren't blind could tell that I was definitely a child from a poor family. I didn't get to eat it when I was young, so I was stunted. Who would kidnap me?

He hadn't eaten anything for a whole day, and now that he was being abused like this, he felt extremely dizzy, causing his vision to blur even further.

Hot! So hot!

I finally realized that something was wrong. This man's body was emitting an astonishing amount of heat. He wanted to roast me!

I was so scared that I was on the verge of tears. My spirit is not yet refreshed, tears can't replace the spirit, can't just flow down!

I tried to calm down. I squinted my big black eyes and tried to look above the man's chest. It was probably due to the excessive force, the obsession was too deep, and my eyes were almost cramping.

"Beep!" I remember the voice, the door sensor.

The man's breathing grew heavier and his steps became more and more disorderly. Based on all of his symptoms, I think he must have been drugged with aphrodisiac.

Spring medicine!

A grenade exploded in my head.

What should he do? What should he do? Who can save me?

"I will be responsible for you!" A hoarse voice with a hint of magnetism in it sounded hollow and powerless, like a soulless ghost, suddenly sinister and sinister.

"No, no, I don't want your responsibility. I'm getting married today." His words directly sentenced me to death. My fear came a bit late, but it was extremely powerful.

I was like a child playing with water. I slipped and fell into a deep pool. The water submerged my head. The choking music of sadness surrounded me in all directions.

In front of him, my resistance to death seemed superfluous. He threw me heavily onto the snow-white bed, as if he were throwing away an old toy.

"Ah!" My body bounced a few times on the bed, and I heard the sound of him tearing his clothes. In my panic, I didn't have the time to clearly see his appearance, as escaping is the only way out.

On the wedding night, if the bride lost her innocence, one could imagine the sorrow in the future!

The bed was so big that I managed to crawl to the edge of the bed. I took a deep breath, my heart almost popping out of my throat.

I kicked at the Demon Claw with my other foot, but it was delivered to the door, one big hand on each foot like a burning iron.

"No, please, don't do this to me!" I shut my eyes and shook my head hard, praying for some mercy from the men. It's just that I was too naive.

If he didn't want to hurt the innocent, he wouldn't have caught me in the first place, much less brought me to this room!

The man didn't say anything. Using his actions, he proved that he definitely wouldn't let me off!

The man roughly pulled off the complicated wedding dress, the white skin exposed to the air.

Without thinking, I swung my hand and slapped him heavily in the face, asking angrily, "You were drugged, why did you have to sacrifice my life's happiness? You and I have no enmity, so why did you drag me into your scheme?"

Tears immediately slipped down his face. He never knew that a person's tears could flow like this. It was like a pearl that had its string cut.

Helplessness! Fear!

The man seemed to have been beaten senseless by me.

I tried to escape, but as soon as my hand reached out, he grabbed me and held me above my head. A heart-wrenching pain came from my left wrist. My face was deathly pale as I cursed, "Bastard! Demon! You will die a miserable death!"

"If your body is clean enough, I will be responsible for you!" The magnetic and hoarse voice seemed to be enduring something.

What kind of bullsh * t 'if, my body has always been very clean!

"No, I don't want to!" I shouted without restraint. It was just that the soundproofing effect of such a luxurious hotel wasn't made by blowing it.

Even though I knew that my voice was hoarse, no one paid any attention to me. I continued to stubbornly shout and yell at the top of my lungs.

As my lips grew hot, a strong sense of disgust welled up in me. My first kiss was gone just like that.

I thought that if I could spit something out, the man on top of me would feel that I was too dirty and let me go, so I did my best to retch until my stomach almost vomited out, and not a drop of water came out.

As a result of my resistance, he magically took a long tie from the bed and tied my hands tightly together. His long, uncooperative legs were lowered onto his shoulders and slung over his shoulders. This humiliating gesture made me ashamed and indignant.