Anjue became crazier, more perverse.
He locked her in the room of the villa, locking the door during the day, and only Xia Xue and Xia Yu would deliver her meals, then she would wait for him to return.
This was how she had been living recently; usually, she could move around upstairs and downstairs in the house, but now she could only move within the room on the second floor.
Anjue was very busy every day for the days to come, returning late at night, leaving in the morning before she woke.
The days passed the same, but her state of mind was different.
She worried about Chen Ming.
Very worried.
Before dawn, he got up, got dressed, and left the villa, while Ye Xiaoyu forced herself to sleepily open her tired eyes after he left. He had tormented her again the whole night last night; her whole body was aching, staying awake was already quite an effort.
She heard the sound of a car engine starting and leaving the villa, knowing Anjue had left.
