An Ran kept banging on the door crazily and shouting crazily, as if he could escape some heart-wrenching cruel facts.
I don't know how long it took, but she finally got tired and fell to the ground slumped against the door panel, panting violently.
What's going on? Who can tell her the answer!
It was getting dark gradually, and there was no light on in the bedroom. She sat alone in the darkness and sobbed silently.
Finally, there was a knock on the door from outside. He knocked on the door very softly, as if he was afraid of scaring the people in the room, or maybe he had a guilty conscience?
An Ran raised her tear-stained face, quickly stood up and opened the door.
The lock on the door was finally unlocked, and she opened the door in an instant, and saw Nie Qingyu's tall and muscular figure standing at the door.
There was no light on in the bedroom, and the light from outside shone in. His delicate and handsome face was shrouded in shadow, making it difficult for her to see clearly.
The man looked at her silently with his back to the light, his expression cold.
An Ran had been accumulating words for a long time, and for a moment she didn't know how to ask. She just stared at him, as if she wanted to distinguish the difference between him and another person from his face.
Nie Qingyu slowly stepped closer to her, and she slowly backed away.
Facing the approach of the man's tall figure, her pupils were dilating, which was a sign of fear. Until he stretched out his big hand to hold her, she suddenly shouted: "Don't touch me!"
Seeing her reaction so fiercely, Nie Qingyu slowly retracted his big hand that wanted to hold hers, and then slowly clenched it into a fist - she was repelling him, repelling him fiercely.
"Who are you?" An Ran's eyes were like knives, as if she wanted to cut open his skin and see into the depths of his soul.
Nie Qingyu pursed his thin pale lips, remained silent for a long time, and finally asked: "Who do you think I am?"
"You are not Nie Qingyu!" An Ran's face was as pale as paper, and her voice was as hoarse as cracked silk. She shouted excitedly: "You are not him!"
Nie Qingyu's brows furrowed, and his pair of dark black eyes slowly took on a cold and sinister look.
"The person who is engaged to me and the person who is married to me are not the same person! You are not the same person!" An Ran continued to shout: "I saw the photos of you two brothers when they were young. Who is Nie Qingyu among you?"
Nie Qingyu suddenly laughed, his smile was sinister and chilling. "What do you think?"
An Ran's psychological defense almost collapsed. She was just frantically trying to figure out one thing: "Where is the Nie Qingyu I met in high school? Your mother's bedroom is filled with his photos, and I can recognize them at a glance!
Where did he go?"
There are two Nie Qingyus. It doesn't matter to her who is real and who is fake. What matters is where her patron saint is!
She waited for a long time but didn't get the man's answer, so she couldn't help but become furious again.
An Ran rushed forward and grabbed his collar, her voice hoarse like a desperate little animal: "Why didn't he come back after he went abroad? What happened to him..."
There was a terrible thought in her mind, but she refused to believe it.
"The Nie brothers are obviously twins, why is there only one young master of the Nie family?...What happened..."
An Ran raised her face, her eyes were about to burst, and she let tears flow out. She kept staring at the man in front of her, as if she had never known him.
No matter how many questions she had, Nie Qingyu remained silent. He returned to his former indifference, coldly watching her burst into tears without any consolation.
He knew that there were some things for which any words of comfort were in vain.
"Speak!" An Ran was furious and finally slapped him.
Nie Qingyu accurately clamped her wrist and scolded her coldly: "It's not over yet!"
Here we go again! An Ran laughed in anger and asked him only one question: "When I was bullied in high school, the Nie Qingyu who saved me...was you?"
It doesn't matter who the real Nie Qingyu is, she just wants her patron saint!
This time Nie Qingyu answered happily: "No!"
safely:"……"
Although she had already guessed this fact, she was still shocked when she heard him deny it.
Before she could finish digesting it and react, Nie Qingyu had already taken advantage of her.
He clamped her wrists with his backhand and easily lifted her over, forcing her to cling to his strong body.
Such a close distance and such an ambiguous posture made An Ran feel uncomfortable. She almost immediately screamed: "Let me go! Don't touch me..."
"I haven't finished speaking yet!" Nie Qingyu's charming face showed an evil smile, and his tone became more dangerous and softer. "I wasn't the one who saved you in high school, and I wasn't the one who got engaged to you.
But I was the one who married you, I was the one who slept with you, and I was the one who got you pregnant..."
"Shut up!" An Ran screamed and closed her eyes, unable to accept this cruel fact. "You bastard! You devil! Let me go! You are not him! You are not him! You are not him..."
Nie Qingyu was hard-hearted and unmoved by the woman's tears and pain. He continued to torture her mentally: "Well, that's right. Just over an hour ago, I fucked you on the bed in this room.
It’s me too!”
"Please stop talking...please let me go...please don't touch me..." An Ran cried so hard that she couldn't breathe. She seemed to be choked, her eyes rolled back and she fainted and fell to Nie Qingyu.
's arms.
The tearing pain and torture finally ended, and she was temporarily relieved.
When An Ran woke up again, it was already late at night.
In the dark bedroom with the curtains deeply hidden, she screamed and climbed up, frantically looking for the light switch.
"Pa" the light came on, but she shrank as if frightened. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she found that she was back in the bedroom of Longfor Manor.
An Ran found herself breaking out in a cold sweat, soaking the new pajamas she had just changed to.
Who sent her back to Longfor Manor? And who changed her pajamas? Looking back on everything that happened before she fainted, it seemed like she had a ridiculous nightmare.
An Ran stroked his forehead, his palms were wet with fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead, and his whole body felt weak.
She was breathing heavily and was in shock.
She was alone in the bedroom. If she guessed correctly, she must have been imprisoned again.
An Ran jumped out of bed with bare feet, ran to the bedroom door, stretched out his hand to pull the door lock, and sure enough, the door was locked.
She turned around and was horrified to find that the clock on the wall had also disappeared.
In this bedroom, there are no electronic products, not even a clock, so she is completely isolated from the world.
An Ran ran to the window again. She couldn't find the curtain remote control, so she dragged the heavy curtains with her hands, and finally saw the outside - the night was dark!
She wanted to open the balcony door, but it was also locked.
An Ran returned to the bedroom door again, banged the door desperately, and shouted: "Is there anyone outside? Open the door! Let me out! Let me out!"
She banged on the door for a long time and screamed for a long time. Her hands were swollen from the beating and her voice became hoarse from shouting, but it was always as quiet as a family outside.
An Ran fell to the ground helplessly and cried bitterly.
"Stop making trouble!" A familiar voice finally sounded outside. The man lowered his voice and persuaded her: "When can you calm down and walk out of this door?"