The footsteps are getting closer and closer.

That was the sound of leather shoes hitting the wooden board.

Pan Wenguang sneered: "Wake up."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Han Yurou couldn't speak, her mouth was sealed with tape.

Pan Wenguang stepped forward and tore off the tape.

"Pan Wenguang, we have no grievances, why should you? With your status, what kind of woman do you want?" Han Yurou struggled, her voice was hoarse, and her lips were filled with coldness and despair.

"But I have never forgotten you. How can I be willing to do so? Huh?" Pan Wenguang squatted beside the bed, looked at her carefully, and stretched out his finger.

His fingers traced and outlined her lips, without any warmth.

Han Yurou was trembling all over and was very cold.

The blood all over his body seemed to have lost its temperature.

"What do you want? Pan Wenguang."

"What do you think?" He moved his fingers downward.

"Don't touch me, you make me sick."

"Ha." Pan Wenguang sneered, "Why didn't you feel sick when Rong Jincheng touched you? Huh? Did you forget that you were admitted to the hospital?"

"Pan Wenguang, if you touch me, I will die in front of you. Since I can't get rid of you, I will choose this path."

"When Rong Jincheng touched you, why didn't you see you seeking death? Could it be that he was kind and you fell in love with him? Are you willing? Otherwise, I really can't understand your disgust for me now.

Pan Wenguang's words deeply hurt Han Yurou.

The pain in her heart was severe, almost like a tugging, as if a hand was holding her so tightly that she couldn't breathe.

"Pan Wenguang, don't touch me!" She was almost hysterical. "You don't have to use these words to provoke me. I said, if you touch me, I will die in front of you."

"It doesn't matter, how much is your life worth? I don't mind if you die." Pan Wenguang's hand movements did not stop, his fingers had already unzipped her down jacket.

She was wearing a beige turtleneck sweater, which hugged her body tightly.

"Han Yurou, I just don't understand. If you follow me in glory and wealth, and if you disobey me, your life will be worse than death. Why do you need it? Do you think you need it?" Pan Wenguang sneered, his smile mixed with sarcasm.

"Pan Wenguang, you lunatic, don't touch me, don't touch me!" Tears flowed from the corners of Han Yurou's eyes, but she couldn't struggle because her hands and feet were tied.

Han Yurou shook her head, her eyes were covered and she couldn't see anything.

But she smelled the cologne on Pan Wenguang's body, which made her very uncomfortable, and she tried her best to avoid it.

Pan Wenguang was not annoyed, he chuckled: "You won't let me kiss you? It doesn't matter, I have plenty of time to waste with you. I really want to make you strong now, but keeping you has other uses."

Pan Wenguang could see that this woman was very strong.

Oh……

I have been with Rong Jincheng for two years and he is still so virtuous.

Do you look down on him, Pan Wenguang?

He was afraid and did not dare to use force. If the woman really committed suicide, he would lose more than he gained.

And he saw that she was very likely to be able to do it.

Pan Wenguang is afraid
Chapter completed!