"Let go of your dirty hands. If you dare to touch me, I will make sure you die badly." Han Xue condensed her snow-white face and growled calmly despite fear. "Really, you're going to make me die badly?" Mo Xuanming's hand caressing Han Xuening's face paused, and a pair of evil peach blossom eyes couldn't help but shed a gloomy light. Putting his thin lips to her ear, Mo Xuanming smiled softly and whispered, "You little wild cat with teeth and claws, how did you know that I would touch you with my hands?"
Facing the man in front of him who was tied up and his face was stained with blood, Han Xuening subconsciously opened his eyes, and there were tears in his usually cold eyes. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands reached out from behind and clamped her chin tightly. At the same time, a sinister tone that seemed to come from the ground exploded from her ears. "Why, you can't bear it anymore? Are you feeling distressed when you see your mistress suffering? Have you forgotten that it was he who personally sent you to my bed in the first place, and that all the suffering you have suffered in the past two years is all thanks to him?"
He dotes on her, tortures her, and spends his entire country for her. And she...
With amnesia, she seemed to have forgotten a very important thing. As the eldest lady of the Han family, she was indifferent and self-possessed, and did not easily reveal her inner feelings. However, who is the vague man who often appears in dreams, and what are those tall buildings and walking houses? Where did she... Come from and where should she go?
"Han Xuening, hate me. If I can't make you fall in love with me, then making you hate me is also a way to make you remember me. However, you have to know that no matter what hell or other world... You can only be mine." - Mo Xuanming