C7 The woman down the stairs and fruit hard sugar

That eerie female voice once again rang out in the spacious room.

"Mu Yichu … I … I miss you … I miss you … I miss you …" The sound of a cold voice mixed with sizzling could be heard.

Mu Ichu felt his knees and legs wet. He lowered one hand to the ground and tried to prop himself up, but the other hand slipped and he almost fell to the ground.

He put the hand in front of his face. He saw the water slide down his fingers and the lines of his palm. He shook his head, wanting to see if there was really water in his hand or if it was just an illusion.

Why would there be water on the ground when everything was fine?

Mu Yi Chu struggled to hold on with his weak consciousness. A warm breath came slowly and lingered in his ears.

"Mu Yi Chu."

Mu Yi Chu slowly turned his head and saw Bai Zhongning's face. Dressed in her qipao dress, she knelt like a dog on the bed, very close to him.

Mu Yi Chu shook his head again. Trying to find reason.

Whether the woman in front of him was the Qipao girl with Bai Zhongning's face or the Bai Zhongning dressed in the Qipao girl's clothes, Mu Chu's mind was in a mess and he couldn't wrap his head around it.

The woman was still moving her mouth and saying something. But he could not hear clearly. All he knew was that he was thirsty. Very thirsty.

Mu Yi Chu couldn't hold on any longer, allowing himself to fall under the effect of gravity. Then he stuck out his tongue like a wild animal and licked the floor.

Ah! There was really water.

He had given up thinking about whether the water was real. It didn't matter if it was true or not. It was water, and he needed it.

Mu Yi Chu was too exhausted to struggle and got up, lying on his back on the ground. In a daze, he saw the woman's legs slide off the bed and approach slowly. The whole scene resembled Picasso's famous painting, "The Woman Down the stairs."

The legs finally crossed and stood on either side of him.

He looked at the woman who was currently looking down at him from above. From this angle, her face was somewhat distorted. It loomed between the yellow light and the swinging breasts.

He didn't know whose face it was.

One of the woman's feet stepped on his body, sliding from time to time across his chest, abdomen, and thighs. Teasing back and forth in his sensitive area.

Mu Yi Chu's entire body went limp. He felt like a woman who could be easily taken care of. He was clearly in a state of unconsciousness and was unable to resist, but his body was more sensitive than it was at any other time.

At some point, the woman's feet had been removed. What came next was a thin, cold thing that stuck close to his body.

The more the thing moved, the closer he felt the danger. The skin on his lower abdomen gave off a slightly pressured sense of urgency.

Mu Yi Chu squinted as he tried to see what the foreign object was.

It was so bright that it stung his eyes. After staring at it for over ten seconds, he finally saw that it was a blade.

The pressure on his abdomen became more and more intense, causing Mu Yi Chu to scream out in fear.

"No!" No man can remain calm at this point.

Mu Yi Chu cried. But he held back his sobs. He whimpered, afraid that the heaving breath would make him an accomplice to the knife cutting into him.

The woman brought out a cell phone and a phone stand and fastened them around his neck. On the screen, there was a video, whether it was a movie or a documentary, with the video's name, "Fruit Jelly", written on the page. The woman quickly moved on to the plot of the unspeakable part of the male lead.

In reality, women brought the same dishes and tools as in the movies.

Under the double pincer of film and reality, he felt like he could collapse at any moment. The phone blocked his view of his stomach, and he couldn't see what the woman was doing to him.

All he could do was concentrate on his blurred vision and his confused mind, trying to distinguish between the images and the lines in the video. At the same time, he also mobilized all of the cells in his body to sense the movements of his lower body.

The woman seemed to be repeating the scene from the video. Sooner or later. It was as if he was trying to double Chu Yu's fear experience.

Mu could not tell whether he was the man screaming in fear on the screen or the man screaming in terror was himself. His entire body was enveloped by a feeling of fear that he knew he was going to be capped by a crescent, but he did not know when that would happen. Mu Yi Chu almost suffocated.

This was hell.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his lower abdomen. He could no longer suppress his tears and screams hysterically.

The video did not end there. As the highlight part finished broadcasting, the woman ended her torture. She took the phone and the stand in her white gloves. The blood on the white gloves stained the phone's screen. The image of the frozen man crying his heart out as he froze, and the blood stains caused Mu Yi Chu to feel extremely flustered. That was Mu Yichu. His blood was so bright red that it made Mu Yichu's heart hurt.

He didn't even have the strength to stare at a woman. Fear and pain had drained him of all his strength. In a trance, he was given an injection by a woman. No one knew what was being injected to him.

After a while, Mu Yi Chu had completely lost consciousness.