C933 I'll Fix It

Jiang Wenrui stood in front of the mirror and wiped the mist off the surface of the mirror. She stared at her neck. The scratches on it were very obvious, and had turned a pale pink color.

It was unknown if Murong Yao had that sort of hobby or if it was because he hated her. When they were doing it, she could feel that he wanted to see her in pain and did not hesitate to hurt her