A conversation ended on bad terms.

Shen Huan returned to the room by herself, and the man stood there, watching her half-supported and half-fall away, with an unclear look in his eyes.

midnight.

The moon is bright and people are quiet.

Shen Huan lay flat on the bed, the sound of waves could be heard in the distance, and the air smelled of salty sea.

She didn't fall asleep, she waited quietly.

Finally, when the door opened, the man walked to the bedside and took out the injection just like last night.

The next second, Shen Huan suddenly opened his eyes.

Their eyes met, and the man was not surprised by her awakening. Instead, he seemed determined and calm, with a faint smile on his lips.

"No more pretending?" he asked.

Shen Huan simply sat up. She had regained her strength now, got rid of the state of taking three steps and taking two breaths, and her eyes were alert.

Yan Zhihui was not wearing a mask, and his stern face still had clear outlines and clear eyes in the dark night.

"Don't force me to use force."

The calmest tone and the cruelest words.

Shen Huan sneered and looked at him. Although he was in a weak position, he still had some unruliness: "You might as well give it a try."

Darkness swept through the man's eyes, like two unfathomable whirlpools.

One is cold and the other is cold, the other is strong and the other is hard. When the eyes collide, firelight bursts out.

After a long time, Yan Zhihui was the first to look away, and at the same time, he also took back the injection in his hand.

"It doesn't matter," he spread his hands, "If you don't like it, then don't use it."

Shen Huan: "You can go out now."

The man was not annoyed and turned around and left the room.

When the click of the door lock sounded, Shen Huan's heart dropped to the ground gently.

She knew that no matter how much she resisted, it was useless when she was behind bars.

A boat would cut off all thoughts of escape for her.

Of course, Shen Han would not run away without being familiar with the island's terrain and without transportation.

This is a last resort and not smart enough.

But sitting back and waiting for death is not her style.

Under the limited space for performance, fighting for more room for yourself and keeping yourself alive and waiting for rescue safely is what you should do now.

After another night, without the medicinal effect of the cartilage needle, Shen Huan woke up very early.

She was sitting on the bedside, facing the window, and could just see a red sun rising slowly, from orange at the beginning, to golden, and finally shining brightly on the sea.

There was no clock in the room, and Shen Huan didn't know what time it was.

All I know is that when the sun slanted up into the sky, the sound of pushing the door sounded.

Yan Zhi returns inside.

Shen Huan remained seated and did not move.

The man sat next to her and looked out the window. The sun was rising brightly and the rays were brilliant.

"Is it beautiful?"

Shen Huan didn't say anything. The red sun on the sea was in her eyes, and the morning light reflected on her cheeks. She had a pale and translucent beauty, like fragile porcelain.

"Put on." He dropped a long skirt and turned to leave.

Shen Huan had no expression on her face and no movement.

He paused and turned around: "If you don't want me to do it myself, I'll give you half an hour. There are cosmetics in the cloakroom."

Half an hour later, when the man reappeared in the room, Shen Huan was standing in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a long dress as red as blood.

The simplest design, but the most touching beauty.

Her black hair is like a waterfall, and her skin is as white as snow.

She just stood like this, saying nothing or doing nothing, and could firmly hold the man's mind.

Indulge in her, become debauched by her.

Live for her, die for her.

Do whatever it takes for her...

Therefore, when Shen Huan turned his eyes coldly and landed on Yan Zhihui, he seemed to have forgotten to even breathe.
Chapter completed!