Chapter 123 She is not a cake
The cold sunset continued to sink towards the west. The sun and the moon alternated in the sky. In the night dew, the private villas in the mountains stood in the wet green trees and night fog, with bright windows.
The woman in the room let out a terrifying whimper and scream.
"Sister Xiao Fan, hold it in, hold it in, don't bite yourself." Zhang Ye stuffed something into her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue. He also cleaned up the unshaped glass cups on the floor and turned off the central air conditioning.
After he gave the invitation to Fan Ci'en, she fell ill.
Fan Ci'en's hands were tied behind her back, as were her legs. Her exposed skin was covered with crisscross marks. The scattered glass fragments and powder were like poisonous glass fibers, piercing her broken skin and causing large amounts of blood to seep out.
The corner of her eye was cut by glass, and a mixture of blood and sweat flowed down, wetting her eyelashes, and then flowed to her lips and seeped in, moistening her cracked lips. Her restrained tongue pressed against her gums moved, and she could feel the salty smell.
The addiction was destroying her brain, her sanity, everything.
Father Fan glanced at the door and sighed.
His only daughter was going to be wasted like this. "Zhang Ye."
"uncle."
"Take good care of her and don't let her out for some time. Don't be too extreme with your methods." There was a gleam in Father Fan's eyes, like water in a glass container.
"Uncle." Zhang Ye's lips trembled slightly. "You, you know."
Knowing the drug he gave her.
So do you default?
Zhang Ye had no right to criticize. He closed his eyes and scenes flashed before his eyes. Sister Fan said: No one even bought a cake for that old man's birthday. He said he didn't celebrate his birthday. A group of people came and went and only gave him cigarettes, alcohol, tea, pretentious calligraphy and paintings, and expensive Buddha statues. They used all kinds of ways to make money. It was all money.
No one even makes noodles.
Then he said:
You can take the initiative to show your courtesy to him and make him a bowl of longevity noodles. This is a great honor for you, Zhang Ye.
He knew she didn't care, but he was still moved by these words that sounded caring. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Fan Ci'en, who was in a state of confusion, in a daze.
She was almost destroyed by him. Soon her body and mind would collapse, and she would fall from the position of heir. The money and power in her hands would collapse like a Buddhist altar and turn into smoke. In the end, she would be imprisoned at home by her relatives from outside as a good deed.
"Sister Fan, do you remember the game we used to play? If you can still understand what I say, just press my index finger." Zhang Ye stretched out his hands and raised them to her side.
This is a game of irony.
She pushed his hand down completely and raised her index finger. This proved that she was still sane. Zhang Ye boldly pulled out the tool in her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue. She screamed in pain and mumbled a name. Her passion was aroused, making the situation worse.
"Cui Jing, Cui Jing..."
Zhang Ye bent down and heard a name. "I'll go and bring her to you, okay?" He said with pity in his eyes. "Xiao Fan, if you don't do this, you'll have no chance at all. You've been greedy for so long... Who will care about you when the time comes?"
She just called Cui Jing's name without answering. Zhang Ye squatted down:
"Sister Xiao Fan, you have to eat the cake in order to feel relieved. If you keep it for too long, it will go bad. Even if it goes bad, you have to eat it before you can throw it away."
Would you be able to rest in peace if you don't try something you like before you die?
He seemed to be her assistant again, showing his old smile, and asked as if to get her approval:
"Sister Xiao Fan?"
The air inside the room was quieter than ever before.
Fan Ci'en's mind was emptied for a few moments, and memories grew like vines, strangling the belts around her, the bed beneath her, the carpet on the floor, and the man squatting beside the bed.
She knelt on the ground to be punished.
One of her eyes lost its function. Cui Jing squatted down and held her face. At that time, she longed for a person's body more than ever. She was thinking about the softness of Cui Jing's lips... But she knelt down and drank a bowl of porridge.
Fan Ci'en chanted with some paranoia and nervousness:
"She's not... She's not..."
"Not what?"
"But she's not a cake."
Fan Ci'en bared her teeth and bit Zhang Ye's hand with all her might. She was still that jackal, but also like a giant python that could strangle a person to death, biting her prey and not letting go. She bit Zhang Ye so hard that he let out a shrill scream. She bit off half a piece of meat, and her teeth were much sharper than a knife.
Zhang Ye wailed as he bumped into the bedside table, then rolled a few times on the carpet, escaping from Fan Ci'en's attack range.
He covered his wound with his hands, his eyes hurt, but also felt strangely happy.
I also feel scared, as if things are getting out of control.
Whether before or after the split, Fan Ci'en was still a savage who had not gotten rid of her animal nature. He understood her uncivilized nature better than Uncle Fan, and he understood her nature better than anyone else after following her for so many years. If she didn't indulge herself, he couldn't guide her in anything. Everything was just because she wanted it, everything was just because she wanted it.
What kind of trouble can she cause in her current state?
He didn't understand why he betrayed her. He didn't think highly of illegitimate children. He was indecisive and not someone who could accomplish great things. It must be that interests drove people's hearts...
"You, Sister Xiao Fan, what should you do?" he murmured. "She's getting married again, she can't be your wife anymore, are you sorry? Don't be sorry, I'll tie her up and give her to you."
But he was a little jealous.
Do humans also dream of indulging in the exceptional tenderness of wild animals?