C1047 Only He Was a God

Ever since then, Marshal Sun often went to her room, sometimes for a meal, sometimes just to give her some clothes and accessories, but more often spent the night in her room.

As the number of times he went to her room increased, Qing Huan gradually understood how wild and hard to tame was in this man's bones. Except for his initial gentleness, most of the time, Qing Huan felt that this man was venting his uncontrollable fierceness and desire on her. After the end, Qing Huan was always covered in wounds. And he... He would slowly caress her skin, and his eyes would reveal the indolent satisfaction of a beast after eating its fill.

That gaze caused Qing Huan to feel afraid. He no longer cared about whether she was in pain or not. What he wanted was the beauty of being tortured until it withered away, and that made her feel... She was just a tool that could be considered to be suitable for her to use, and not a living person.

However, Qing Huan didn't dare reject him, because she had once used her body's discomfort as an excuse to reject him. But in the end, he invited a doctor to take her pulse and exposed her ridiculous escape. That kind of pressing step by step made her feel an unprecedented suffocation and pressure.

Occasionally, he would go on a business trip and also spend the night in another woman's room. Only then did she feel that the air around her was flowing.

Qing Huan was not familiar with the Sun residence and seldom went out. Even if she went out to breathe, she would not go far. So she had never met any other aunties and ladies in the residence until April, when the spring and winter were far away. Commander Sun was busy with the war. When she was strolling in the garden, she met four women who were sitting in the pavilions and talking.

Someone greeted her from afar. When Qing Huan was halfway there, a woman wearing a cheongsam came up and pulled her to sit in the pavilion.

The first thing she said was, "This is the new sister? This is the first time I've seen her. She really is a beauty made of exquisite crystals. No wonder the commander always goes to your room. "

It was clearly a sentence of jealousy, but Qing Huan could hear a sense of pity and schadenfreude.

When Qing Huan heard that, she looked over and saw that the woman wearing a jacket and a cloak was smiling at her with a mysterious meaning. When she saw Qing Huan looking at her, she said again, "Our sisters don't speak the language of the two families, I see that the wound on sister's neck is probably going to leave a scar."

Qing Huan moved her neck. The wound on her neck rubbed against her collar and made her tremble in pain. "You have quite a lot of injuries like this."

She was so angry that she was tongue-tied. She gritted her teeth unwillingly and glared at Qing Huan. "Commander dotes on you so much. Your good days are still long!"

"Hey hey hey, Wan Bai, why did you choke again? Didn't we agree to come out to relax? Don't be angry, don't be angry. You're still sitting on Little Yue Zi." The woman standing behind Wanbai pulled Wanbai's arm weakly.

Little Yue Zi... Qing Huan looked at her again. Although she had applied rouge, however, her pale face and the tiredness on her face had nowhere to hide. In addition, she was wearing such thick clothes in such a warm weather. It was not difficult to imagine how weak her body was.

Qing Huan swallowed her words and lowered her head in silence.

"You are called Qing Huan?" The woman sitting on Qing Huan's right spoke to her.

Qing Huan raised her eyes. She was also wearing a jacket, but she did not wear a cloak. She put on makeup, but she looked as haggard as Wan Bai. Her face was calm, her eyes were gentle, and there was a smile on her lips. She looked quite approachable.

Qing Huan nodded, "Yes."

"This is Madam Ye." The woman who pulled Qing Huan into the pavilion reminded him.

Qing Huan nodded again. "Madam, how are you?"

Madam Sun held Qing Huan's forearm. "Wanbai is right. We're sisters. There's no need to be so polite."

Qing Huan didn't say anything.

Madam Sun sized her up carefully again and smiled. "It's really like the rumors. She's a devastatingly beautiful person. Qing Huan's maiden reputation is well-deserved."

Qing Huan respectfully said, "Madam, you flatter me. It's just that the rumors are false."

Madam Sun saw Qing Huan's resistance and smiled and did not speak anymore.

Qing Huan had encountered this kind of afternoon many times. When Wan Bai's body was well rested, when the tail of spring was far away, the women all wore refreshing cheongsam. Qing Huan could actually chat with them passionately.

Of course, this kind of heat only lasted until Marshal Sun returned to the residence. The next day, the third day... It was only after half a month that Qing Huan could finally clean up her clothes and cover up the wounds on her body before going out to disperse the wind.

She went into the pavilion as usual, but surprisingly, there was only Wan Bai sitting inside. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the sparkling water surface in the pool. Her calm face was filled with despair that she could not understand. " All living things die, and only he is a god. "