Imprisoned Mr. Pei, Please Kneel Down and Beg Me.

"Look in the mirror." Zhou Li'an's voice was as cold as ice. He raised his hand, pinched Pei Jingshen's chin, and forced him to look up. "Look clearly, who is standing behind whom now." Pei Jingshen's eyes fell on the two people in the mirror, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said nothing. "That's what you did to me back then, right?" Zhou Li'an's fingertips traced across the side of Pei Jingshen's face, with a trace of cruelty, "You forced me to look at myself in the mirror, saying that I was your plaything, that my body could only be touched by you. Pei Jingshen, do you remember?" He turned around suddenly and twisted Pei Jingshen's arm behind him with such force that it almost crushed his bones. Pei Jingshen groaned, pressing his forehead against the cold mirror, and cold sweat broke out instantly. "Look in the mirror." Zhou Li'an leaned down and came close to Pei Jingshen's ear, his breath brushing against his ear with a hint of confusion, "See clearly who is fucking you." Pei Jingshen's body trembled suddenly, and a layer of moisture filled his eyes. He looked at Zhou Li'an in the mirror, seeing the hatred and pain in his eyes, and the guilt in his heart came like a tide, almost drowning him. He didn't resist, he just allowed himself to be manipulated by Zhou Li'an. No matter the pain or humiliation, as long as it can make Zhou Li'an calm down and Zhou Li'an forgive him, he is willing to be broken into pieces. Zhou Li'an's movements were not gentle at all, but contained three years of accumulated hatred and pain. He looked at Pei Jingshen's forbearing look in the mirror and his red eyes, and the hatred in his heart was gradually replaced by an inexplicable emotion.