The next wife encounters a diamond man: forced to marry a wealthy family

Chapter 321 Imprisoned Again 3
Chuchen pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

"Ah--"

The laughter that suddenly sounded in my ears exploded like thunder.

Su Mitao stopped and raised her head.

Sure enough, he bumped into those indifferent pupils like glass beads.

She gave up struggling.

She just closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him.

See how he frowned slightly in thought.

Maybe he thought of another way to torture her.

Su Mitao closed her eyes tightly, and her whole body was tense.

She could feel the cold eyes covering her.

The few seconds of silence made her uneasy.

"what……"

Although she kept reassuring herself not to be afraid.

But when those soft hands held her wrists.

There was still an exclamation between the clenched teeth.

Vaguely, he chuckled twice again.

Su Mi Taoxin hangs in the air.

I don't know what tricks he is going to do again.

The pressure on his hand suddenly eased, and he untied the rope.

But his hands held her wrists tightly without letting go.

After a while, it seemed that some cool liquid fell on the wrist.

Su Mitao couldn't help but opened her eyes, and quietly looked at her hand.

Chuchen sat on the edge of the bed.

He lowered his head.

Fingers were stained with white translucent ointment and applied to the broken skin on her wrist.

See that crimson piece.

The wound where even the skin is turned outward.

Su Mitao seemed to feel the pain coming again.

Can't help but take a breath.

She was all about untying the rope last night.

Didn't know it was such a bad grind on the wrist.

The semi-solid ointment is cool and refreshing when applied to the wound...

Chuchen's strength is well grasped.

There was a thin callus on his fingertips.

It has a thick fit when brushed against the skin.

He half-closed his eyes, his head bowed low.

The side face is against the light.

The slightly drunken sunlight cut his clear eyebrows into a warm and faint silhouette.

Just like when she saw him for the first time...

Su Mitao stared blankly at his profile.

The heart seems to be soaked in lemonade, sour and astringent.

(End of this chapter)