Instead, he saw his own face, half of his face that was bloated like a pig's head, covered with bruises and bruises. The next second, his eyes were like silky valves, and tears spewed down uncontrollably.

He wrapped his arms around his body, squatted down slowly, and let his tears flood him...

At this moment, outside the bathroom door, the tall man listened to the heart-wrenching cries in the bathroom, his back getting stiffer and stiffer... He seemed to understand her deep-seated despair of being wronged but having no relatives to talk to.

Hai's eyes became darker and darker, because he was also an orphan, and he also grew up in Liming Orphanage. He was adopted when he was eleven years old. Later, his adoptive parents died in a car accident, and he was sent to the army until later.

By chance, he came to work as a bodyguard for Yi Beihan.

Xia Yan cried for a long time, until she saw the shadow cast in front of her, she slowly raised her head and looked in the direction of the door. A Zhan pursed her lips tightly and stuffed a white plastic bag into her.

"It's full of anti-swollen and pain-relieving medicine. You put it on quickly. I'll go outside and buy you some food."

"Yi Beihan asked you to bring it to me?"

Xia Yan whimpered and glanced sideways at him.

"I won't wipe it, I won't wipe it... Why do you use me as a punching bag every time, and then try to coax me hypocritically... Go back and tell that pervert... I am no longer his punching bag... I am no longer him.

A tool for venting animal desires..."

She stood up emotionally, pushed away the man blocking the door, and ran out of the hall door crying.

A Zhan immediately followed her with striding steps, grabbed her wrist and growled.

"Sister Xia, calm down!"

"Little sister, little sister, the life I am living now is not as happy as a little sister! You go back and tell Yi Beihan that I will become a little sister now to earn money to repay him!"

The anger almost burst out of her head. Xia Yan roared and beat his arm, asking him to let go, but A Zhan held her tighter, squeezing her wrist until it hurt. He wanted her to calm down.

, because her current appearance will only annoy Yi Beihan even more.

"Let go... let go... I must collect the money to pay him back... I never want to live this kind of life that is worse than death..."

Xia Yan cried angrily, lowered his head and bit his arm. Even though it was through his clothes, it still hurt. A Zhan frowned tightly and still didn't let go.

"Let her go!"

A sound that was almost solidifying into ice sounded.

Xia Yan turned her head and saw a tall and majestic man's figure standing at the door of the courtyard. His upper body was hidden in the darkness, but she could identify his identity just by the sound of his voice - Yi Beihan.

"Master!"

After receiving the order, Azhan slowly let go of Xia Yan's wrist and lowered his head slightly.

"I want to make money by being a young lady, that's great! If you go now, I'm afraid you'll be tortured to death by men, but you won't be able to earn a million! No, it's 1.5 million!!!"

Yi Beihan slowly walked out of the shadows, and gradually approached Xia Yan with a body with a cold aura. His eyes were so cold that he could release a knife. If it were normal, Xia Yan would definitely be frightened, but at this moment

, her brain was deformed by the squeeze of anger, and she didn’t even know what fear was.
Chapter completed!