Chapter 3 is over, roll over

  With a surge of strength, Su Yan was thrown into the room without any mercy. The floor was covered with a thick layer of carpet, so she didn't feel much pain, but her nerves were stretched to the limit.

  She lifted her head, black, the whole bedroom was black, a black carpet, thick curtains, and a complete set of black bedding.

  "Get into the bathroom and wash yourself clean." The cold voice was as stern as a Shura from hell, "You have thirty minutes."

  Su Yan held her breath and slowly got up from the ground, looking at the man sitting on the bed. To be precise, he was half-leaning against the edge of the bed, wearing a deep blue shirt with two crystal buttons undone, revealing his sturdy and robust muscles. He lazily leaned back, his posture like that of a lion basking in the sun on the grasslands. His eyes were sharp and profound, his high nose bridge chiseled to perfection, and his thin lips exuded an air of ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness. The entire person was handsome, as if every feature was taken from a painter's most flawless portrait.

  She just took a glance and felt that her body temperature had dropped to the extreme, the whole room was filled with the chill emitted by this man.

  Su Yan stood still on the spot, unmoving.

  The man narrowed his eyes dangerously and said, "If you want me to speak again, it will cost you your leg."

  Her fingers grasped the hem of her own clothes as Su Yan almost stumbled into the bathroom.

  Feng Jue gazed at her back, pursed his lips in a cold smile, got up from the bed, walked to the wine cabinet by the wall, pulled out a bottle of wine, and casually picked up a cup. He lifted his hand, and the red liquid poured into the transparent crystal glass.

  Su Yan looked at herself in the mirror, had she really sent herself to a strange man's bed? The girl in the mirror was pale, her eyes dull.

  A wry smile spread across her lips, she felt a warm pulse, and found out that she was pregnant, carrying Zi Yue's child.

  If Wen Luo and her child were both gone, Zi Yun... wouldn't be able to live on, would he?

  She closed her eyes and cut off all her retreats, what... should she do?

  A cold voice came from outside again, "It's best not to test my patience, Wen Luo."

  Su Yan suddenly felt a chill, biting her lip, and slowly took off the clothes on her body. She was wearing the clothes arranged by the seller before the auction. She turned on the showerhead, and icy water poured down from the top of her head.

  The water was icy, but she seemed to feel nothing at all. She mechanically applied the shower gel and washed her body, then rinsed off with cold water, repeating this process three times.

  Perhaps it was the icy water that was too stimulating, and from the moment she was carried onto the auction stage, her soul, which had stopped spinning, slowly woke up.

  She had no clothes, so she could only wear the man's bathrobe in the bathroom. Her figure was very slender, and her height of 167 was considered tall, but this bathrobe was indeed loose on her.

  "Who allowed you to touch my clothes?" Su Yan had just walked out when she heard the man's voice, cold and icy, his eyes looking at her with a gaze that seemed to regard her as some kind of filthy thing.

  Su Yan moved her lips, a wave of embarrassment surged up in her heart, "I don't have any clothes."

  "No need to wear clothes if you're just going to take them off anyway, it's more convenient not to wear any." The wine in his hand was drained in one gulp, and his thin lips opened slightly, "Take it off, come over here."

  She clutched her bathrobe tightly and bit her lip hard, struggling to speak, "It's... daytime now."

  The man smiled coldly, "Daytime?" What a sufficiently naive reason.

  The wine cup fell to the ground, he got up, took a few steps forward, pinched her waist and threw her onto the black big bed beside him.

  Su Yan's conditioned reflex made her want to resist, but before she could react, a tall figure had already covered her.