The crazy and domineering kiss made Chen Yue terrified. Her mouth was blocked and she had no place to scream.
The more Chen Yue struggled, the more brutal and brutal Su Han's actions became.
Chen Yue was frightened and swung her hands wildly across Su Han's neck, leaving several lines of bright red nail marks. Su Han's lips were also bitten by Chen Yue.
Su Han was furious, reached for the tie, and tied Chen Yue's arms ruthlessly, leaving her twisting and struggling to no avail.
Torture is like waves crashing on the beach, one after another.
Chen Yue's struggles were in vain, her body seemed to be torn apart, and after being possessed again and again, she was finally unable to resist, motionless like a dead fish.
Her heart was riddled with wounds and she could no longer bear such punishment.
At some point, Su Han vented his anger, left Chen Yue's body, and went to the bathroom.
Chen Yue had undried tears on her cheeks. She lay motionless on the sofa, her eyes dull, staring at the ceiling in a daze without blinking.
The water on the showerhead slid over Su Han's strong muscles. In his mind, Chen Yue's sad face and tearful eyes seemed to be engraved in Su Han's mind and could not be removed.
Su Han's fist angrily hit the bathroom mirror. The mirror shattered into pieces, and the bathroom was filled with the smell of blood.
Damn woman, why do you talk and laugh with others? Why don’t you say you need to take care of yourself? Why don’t you even show an extra smile?
Su Han was distracted and restless. He came out of the bathroom, changed into a suit, cleaned the red, swollen and bleeding back of his hands, and slammed the door before leaving.
At this moment, I am very upset.
Maybe he shouldn't be so rude.
Thinking of Chen Yue crying, he couldn't control his emotions. Is this concern? Or hatred?
He himself couldn't understand it more and more.
That night, Su Han went to a tavern alone and got very drunk.
After Su Han left, Chen Yue struggled to sit up from the sofa. Her whole body hurt terribly. She hugged herself tightly, curled up on the sofa and cried loudly.
Chen Yue's hair was messy at this time, her whole body was covered with bruises, and her eyes were red and swollen.
At this moment, she had thoughts of dying.
However, if she really dies, how can she give back what she has learned to society, and how can her hands save people?
The fruit knife in her hand was placed on her left wrist. The eerie light of the blade contrasted sharply with the white and delicate skin, which made people tremble with fear.
With this cut, she was truly free.
She thought of the scene before Shu Qing's death and Su Han's desperate look, and she hesitated.
She threw the fruit knife far away, and tears burst out of her eyes again.
This feeling of wanting to die but not daring to die is really uncomfortable.
She was timid, cowardly and incompetent, and did not dare to face her true thoughts, so she made mistakes step by step.
She hated herself for not being able to live openly and openly, and hated herself for not being able to speak out.
However, she made all these changes because of this man named Su Han.
Chen Yue asked herself again, is it worth doing this?
Can this really atone for one's sins?
But what crime did she commit?
Shu Qing's death was like a dream that had tortured her for twelve years.
For the first time in so long, Chen Yue examined her position in Su Han's mind.
After thinking for a long time, she smiled stupidly.
She is not even a substitute, she is just a tool to be tortured by hatred in Su Han's eyes.
It was also the first time that Chen Yue wanted to leave Su Han and see the world outside Su Han.
Perhaps, it will be a quiet and beautiful beach.
Perhaps, it will be a flat and green prairie.
Perhaps, it is the peace and tranquility beyond hatred.
For a long time, Chen Yue slid off the sofa with difficulty, went into the room to take a shower, applied medicine to the injured area, put on her pajamas, picked up Su Han's torn clothes and threw them into the trash can, then went into her room and locked the door.
, wrapped himself tightly and fell into a drowsy sleep.
Su Han drank in the tavern until early in the morning. The wine was originally spicy and pungent, but he drank it tastelessly. He wanted to get drunk but couldn't.
At one o'clock in the morning, under the dim lights on the street, Su Han's figure looked very lonely.
When he returned home, the house was extremely quiet, the sofa was neatly tidied up, and the tenderness of the two of them had long since disappeared.
Suddenly, Su Han felt that the house was eerily quiet. The faucet in the bathroom was probably not closed tightly, and the sound of water dripping could still be faintly heard.
Su Han was most afraid of this kind of silent night. He went to open Chen Yue's door and found that the door was locked. He immediately felt relieved.
She is still there.
Su Han turned around and wanted to go back to his room. Suddenly, he remembered her look of death, and worried that she would do something stupid, so he turned back and took out the key to open the door.
He tiptoed and turned on the light. Chen Yue's brows suddenly frowned. There were still tears left in the corners of his eyes. His expression was painful, and he let out a long moan from his throat.
Su Han's tense nerves finally calmed down, and he tucked her into bed. When he realized what he was doing, he realized that his behavior was a bit neurotic.
He shook his head, turned off the light gently, and went to his room.
He was indeed impulsive tonight, but he just couldn't get angry. She was his wife, why was it so difficult for her to smile with him, and instead she was flirting with other men.
She even forgot how she married herself.
As soon as Su Han thought about it, he felt a headache, the alcohol was causing trouble, and he felt sleepy, so he fell into a deep sleep.
That night, Chen Yue had a nightmare.
In the dream, she returned to twelve years ago. She was still following Shu Qing and Su Han, and the car was approaching quickly.
Shu Qing pushed Chen Yue away hard, and his legs were injured. Shu Qing jumped down from the building, begging Chen Yue for his life with a bloody face.
In her sleep, Chen Yue felt that her whole body was extremely hot, as if her body was soaked in water. It was so wet that she couldn't breathe.
"Sister Qing, I didn't mean it, please... please let me go, it's not me... it's not me... I don't want you to die, just let me die..."
Chen Yue was dazed and kept mumbling.
Chen Yue didn't know that she had a fever, which was very serious.
When Su Han woke up the next day, it was already three o'clock in the morning. He thought Chen Yue had gone to work. When he came to the living room to pour water, he noticed Chen Yue's handbag, and then realized that she had not gone to work either.
He did too much last night and finally couldn't rest assured. When he pushed the door open, he saw Chen Yue's face was pale and bloodless, her forehead was covered with sweat, her whole body was burning hot, and she kept mumbling in her mouth.
Su Han heard Chen Yue's words clearly and felt regretful.
He hurt her after all.
Su Han hurriedly changed his clothes, washed his face, put a coat on Chen Yue, and rushed him to the hospital.
At this moment, Su Han's heart was in his throat, and he kept thinking silently in his heart, hoping that nothing would happen to him.