Chapter 81 Everyother Is Nothing More than This

When he heard her mention the words "Xia Ling", there was pain in Pei Ziheng's eyes for a moment, but he quickly returned to being cold: "Ye Xingling, I said that you will be taught a lesson for your words and deeds."

"But," she looked at him sadly, "if it's not selling your body, what is it?"

A trace of uneasiness and expectation arose in her heart. She wished he could give a different answer. For a moment, Xia Ling couldn't help but think that as long as he could say the word "love", she would do it regardless. Tell him who she is and come back to him.

But he thought she was being sarcastic.

"Ye Xingling, you really don't know how to repent even when you are about to die." Every word seemed to burst out from between his teeth, and he roughly roasted her hands on the bedside, "I will never let you humiliate me again. Even one word about Xiao Ling."

He let go of Xia Ling, stood up, and took out something from the cabinet.

She opened her eyes wide and saw clearly that it was a glass tube containing a small half bottle of dark green liquid.

Pei Ziheng took it back to Xia Ling's bed and said in a very soft tone: "Drink this and you will never be able to scold anyone in this life. Who told you to offend people who shouldn't be offended? Isn't it fair to be mute?"

He gently rubbed her lips with his fingertips, and the numbing feeling made her shiver.

She pulled her body back in a futile attempt to distance herself from the bottle of liquid. Under the dim light, the weird dark green color looked so sinister and ferocious, as if it came from the most evil witch in the depths of hell. Once she drinks it, she will be doomed - not only will she be unable to speak, but what's even more terrifying is that she will never be able to sing again. Although she once said she didn't care whether she stayed in the entertainment industry, singing is another matter. It is her innate favorite thing. If she loses her singing voice, what's the point of her life...

Xia Ling looked at him sadly, with a thin mist filling her eyes. Pei Ziheng, I have lost you. If I lose my singing voice again, what will I have left?

Pei Ziheng uncorked the bottle unhurriedly, and a strong and pungent medicinal smell rushed out, making Xia Ling almost nauseous. She turned her head sideways with great effort, her voice trembling: "Pei Ziheng, don't be like this... I really never scolded Xia Ling, really! Why, why would you rather believe Xia Yu's nonsense than Can I even say a word?!"

He paused for a moment, then turned her head over.

"Ye Xingling," he squinted at her, "Xia Yu is his biological sister, who do you think you are?"

Each word he spoke struck her heart like a heavy hammer. This was the second time he said to her tonight, Ye Xingling, who do you think you are? It turned out that, without the name "Xia Ling" and her skin, she was nothing in his eyes.

Pei Ziheng, what do you love?

She unexpectedly remembered that one year, they went on a trip together. In front of the Sansheng Stone on the top of the mountain, he held her hand and made a vow to be together forever. The concentric lock on the knot closed with a click. At that moment she raised her face and asked, Zi Heng, tell me, can we really be together in the next life? His voice came from behind her, with endless pampering and tenderness - Yes, Xiao Ling, we will be together forever, life after life.

At that time, she gently touched the ancient seal characters on the copper lock with her fingers, but what should you do if you can't find me.

He gently turned her body and looked into her eyes, solemnly, Xiao Ling, I will definitely find you in the next life. No matter what you look like or where you appear, I will recognize you at a glance and take you back to me.

At that time, there was mist and mist in front of the Sansheng Stone, and his eyebrows were as soft as an ink painting.

But now, she was right in front of him, and he kept asking, Ye Xingling, who do you think you are?

A pain in her jaw brought Xia Ling back to her thoughts.

Pei Ziheng opened her mouth with one hand and slowly poured in the bottle of dark green mute medicine.

A very bitter taste, burning all the way down the throat, a pain deep in the heart. She was so frightened that she struggled wildly, trying to escape from his grasp, but he pressed all his weight on her, like a heavy mountain, preventing her from moving. The gilt buttons on his iron-gray vest struck her skin heavily through the thin silk blouse on her body. She vaguely felt pain, but compared to the bottle she was forced to drink. Once the medicine comes, this little pain is nothing.

No matter how much she tried to escape, she still poured every drop of the bottle of medicine into her mouth.

Pei Ziheng still held her chin and didn't let go. After an unknown amount of time, until he confirmed that the bottle of medicine had completely flowed into her stomach, he slowly let go of her, stood up, and threw the empty glass bottle to the ground.

Xia Ling coughed uncontrollably, almost coughing out her lungs. Her sternum was sore from the shock, but she couldn't cough up even half of the mute medicine. She tried to turn over again, leaning over the bed to vomit it out, but her hands were handcuffed apart, and the range of movement her body could move was too small, so she couldn't succeed. She tugged at her hands in fear, the shackles on both sides rattled, and there were bursts of burning pain on her wrists.

Pei Ziheng watched her tossing quietly from the bedside. When she gradually became weak and the movement subsided, he said gently: "It's a good experience, do you like it?" He said and smiled. The dim light cast his tall figure on the broken bed curtains, like a huge demon dormant in the dark night admiring the death struggle of its prey.

Xia Ling opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but was alarmed to find that the mute medicine had taken effect, and she could only make a vague "babble" sound. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't say even a single complete word. She couldn't accept such an ending and struggled hard again, coughing and wheezing. However, her strength was gone, and she died soon after.

Pei Ziheng looked at her exquisite body under the red silk blouse, his eyes deepening.

He slowly raised his hand and began to take off his clothes. Using his sharply articulated fingers from bottom to top, he unbuttoned the intricately patterned metal buttons on the iron-gray vest one by one.

When she realized what he was going to do, she was so frightened that her face turned pale. She couldn't help but curl up her legs and shrink back, wishing she could shrink herself smaller and smaller...

He slowly took off his vest and placed it on the high-backed carved chair beside him. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and unbuttoned a few buttons on the lapel, revealing his muscular chest.

From beginning to end, his eyes never left her body, with undisguised desire for aggression.

She was extremely ashamed, fear, pain and anger exploded in her heart. Although she had been hugged by him many times before, it was different this time. He only regarded her as a stranger and a casual leak. Want tools.

She struggled again, regardless, almost crazy. She pulled the chains with both hands desperately, trying to get rid of the shackles and escape. Her wrists hurt so much that blood seemed to flow out, but she was stimulated by the pain and tried harder...

He stopped taking off his shirt and walked over to her.

"Are you scared now?" He leaned over and asked her in a low voice, "You have the guts to curse people like that, but why don't you have the guts to try it yourself, go to bed with someone, be a bitch... You should taste what it feels like. ,Is not it."