Chapter 1867 Highly Sweet, Thin and Easy to Eat (12)

She really felt like she was hallucinating, because every time she woke up at night, she was tortured. She didn't know if she saw a ghost. The few times she woke up at night, she was woken up alive and hard.

It was as if he was taking revenge on her, even biting her shoulders and neck, as if he was venting.

It was as if she had done something unforgivable. No matter how she begged for mercy and cried, he was still cruel and brutal to her.

If she hadn't vaguely seen his appearance when she was woken up in the dark, she almost thought that he had changed into a different person...!

Indeed, he in the daytime and at night were not only different in character and behavior, but even when he did that kind of thing -

An Mu: "..."

She looked at her whole body in disgrace and couldn't speak. Some part of her body was still burning. An Mu's eyes became more and more moist. There was no need to think... It must be a broken skin...

What did I... do wrong?

Why did he torture herself like crazy at night.

She clearly remembered that at the beginning, he was still lingering, and even when it was more intense later, he cared about her feelings.

But at night, it was completely different...!

An Mu finally stepped slowly on the floor, barefoot, and walked towards the bathroom step by step with a strange posture.

She put on the hot water.

Taking advantage of this gap, she slowly stood in front of the mirror.

When the mirror showed everything about herself clearly in her eyes, those bruises, those bruises, those rough treatments that seemed like being raped, made An Mu almost cry.

What did I do wrong.

He actually treated me like that.

An Mu stepped into the bathtub, and the warm water swept over her, soothing her scars.

She slowly closed her eyes, but her hands clenched slightly.

...

Today is a weekend, and An Mu thought she still had to go to class, but when she opened her eyes, it was more than ten o'clock in the morning.

When An Mu came out of the room again, the villa was quiet.

Even Xiao Xiangxiang was not there.

An Mu didn't know whether she was relieved or felt heavy in her heart.

She wanted to see him, but she was afraid to see him.

Of course, it was because of what happened yesterday.

But right now -

It was normal that he was not at home at this time. An Mu appeared on the first floor, and then her eyes fell on the spiral staircase, which led directly to the second floor.

An Mu looked at it and suddenly became a little absent-minded.

Because, vaguely, she felt that she seemed to have missed something.

Indeed...

An Mu seemed to realize at this moment why they had sex at her place, not at his place... Even when they slept at night, even if he would come down to accompany her in person, he never asked her to go to... his room.

So, in his room... why can't I go? Could it be that there is some unknown secret in it...?

And that secret, could it be... about the secret that his painting style changed during the day and at night...?

He didn't admit it, but that didn't mean that it wasn't the truth.

She felt it clearly, and felt it countless times.

An Mu's eyes kept looking at it, and the second hand of the clock on the first floor passed by one needle at a time. An Mu looked at it, as if the second floor suddenly became distant and mysterious in her eyes.

It seems that there really is a secret there that I want to know...