The Devil Strikes: Sweetheart, Addicted

Chapter 660 Let me go, please
"Are you still planning to wrap yourself up like a ghost and never come out to see the sun? To vent during the day and self-mutilate at night, if you can't scare me to death, don't you stop?" Yan Yifan reached out to touch the wall, but his fingers suddenly slipped.

He paused for a moment, glanced his head, in the darkness, he couldn't see what was on the wall, but the smell in his breath would not deceive him...

is blood.

After Yan Yifan was taken aback, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.

In the next second, the lights in the room turned on, and he could see the grand occasion of the whole room.

There were smashed things all over the ground, no matter what they were, they were dismembered badly, and some fragments even had scarlet dots, brownish in color, and had been dried for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Yifan turned his head and looked at the wall he touched just now.

The entire wall was covered with faint bloodstains, intermittent, long and short, like a ghost hell, extremely terrifying.

When the servant came in before, she knew that turning on the light would make this woman go crazy, but she never turned on the light in the house since she came in and went out, and she could still see the surrounding situation clearly with the help of the light in the corridor. There is no need to turn on the light, and she even feels that the smell in this room is really bad, as if something is rotten, such a dirty room, if the housekeeper ordered it, she would never step in Half step!

Yan Yifan also smelled the rotten smell, he glanced at the bed, stepped forward quickly, stretched out his long hand, and quickly tore off the quilt covering Ye Qiqing's body.

Ye Qiqing under the quilt has almost no good spots on her body, even her face, the wound is bleeding, the pungent smell of decay is wafting out, her lips are chapped and peeled, her face is even more pale like a dead person, if it is not Those eyes are still staring at Yan Yifan, maybe he will think that the kitten he raised is dead.

"Self-mutilation to the face? Tsk tsk." Yan Yifan sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed Ye Qiqing's arm and pulled it to his side, pressing his fingers on the wound even worse, looking at Ye Qiqing's distorted face due to pain , the happier he was.

"The only redeeming feature of your body has been ruined by you. You said, what use are you to me? A woman like you, if you raise your body well and sell it to a kiln, someone will always want it." As for the face, there is no need to treat it, turn off the lights, any kind of beautiful woman is just a tool to vent their lust in the eyes of men..."

Looking at the face in front of him, which was gradually stained with fear because of his words, Yan Yifan smiled even more, and slowly approached Ye Qiqing, his breath was full of the smell of rotting wounds on her face.

"Say, do you still dare to do such a thing? As long as I hear what I want to hear, I will immediately send someone over to help you heal these injuries."

Ye Qiqing trembled, lowered her eyes slightly, and looked at her arms, thighs, and even her chest, which were all cut open by her.

Each wound is the number of days she has stayed in this room, how many wounds she has on her body, and how long she has stayed in this room...

"Don't say?" Yan Yifan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly let go of Ye Qiqing's arm. Just when she was relieved, Yan Yifan suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the hair, forcefully pulling her off the bed Drag it down and head out the door.

"Don't! Don't!" Ye Qiqing was frightened and terrified, she clutched Yan Yifan's wrist tightly with both hands, tears hurt the wound on her face, she held on firmly and resisted.

"I don't want to go! I don't want to go! Let me go... Please, let me go, please, please!"

(End of this chapter)