"You … what do you want to do?"
Zhao Tianxiang sees a flash of panic on her face, and he's indescribably excited.
The hand holding the candle trembles.
Then he laughs cruelly: "What do I want to do? Of course I want to do something that would make you, little beauty, happy. "
Saying that, he suddenly tips the candle in his hand in Haitang's direction.
The next moment, scalding candle oil drips down, flowing on the wound caused by the whip.
Hiss –!
The burning pain makes Haitang suck in a breath of cold air, her whole body spasming.
How delicate is the wound caused by the whip, how could it withstand the scalding candle oil?
Zhao Tianxiang sees her reaction, and his laughter becomes more and more carefree. He reaches out to tear off her clothes, and at the same time, he burns the candle flame on Haitang's skin.
"Sizzle –!" that's the sound of the candle flame scorching flesh.
Haitang couldn't bear it anymore, and she lets out a mournful scream.
Zhao Tianxiang listens to her scream, and he really gets excited. He tears off his clothes, and pounces on her, "Little beauty, scream, scream, the more you scream, the more excited this Heir is, the happier I am, hahaha …"
However, before Zhao Tianxiang can climb on top of Haitang,
He suddenly feels a sharp pain in his waist, and then his whole body is thrown out like a sack.
"Who … who dares to break in … aaaah –!! Help!! Help!! "
Without waiting for Zhao Tianxiang to ask any questions, a fierce storm of attacks has already fallen on his body.
There's the sound of 'crack crack' in his ears, that's the sound of the bones in his hands and feet being trampled and broken.
Zhao Tianxiang's eyes turn white from the pain, and he finally can't bear it anymore, fainting.
Yan Haotian's eyes are crimson, unwaveringly glaring at the unconscious person on the ground. There's a murderous intent like that of a wild beast in his eyes.
However, before he could kill Zhao Tianxiang, there's the low sound of a woman's sobbing coming from behind him.
Yan Haotian's whole body stiffens, and he promptly turns and rushes back to the bedside, helping the disheveled Feng Haitang up.
Looking at the scars all over Feng Haitang's pure white body, Yan Haotian almost can't breathe.
He shakes his hand, and takes out the antidote draught that Muyan gave him, and lets Haitang take it.
The medicine's effects quickly allowed Feng Haitang to regain her mobility.
However, her body was ice-cold. She curled up in Yan Haotian's arms, clutching his clothes tightly as her body trembled incessantly.
Tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably.
Just a moment ago, she really thought that she had fallen into hell and that there was no hope left in her life.
At that moment, the despair and humiliation in her heart could not be described with words.
She couldn't even bite her tongue to commit suicide.
However, at that time, she didn't cry. Even though she was already in hell, without any hope, she still didn't shed a single tear.
But now, she was in Yan Haotian's embrace, smelling the man's familiar scent.
Haitang could no longer hold back her tears.
"Ah … ah …"
Yan Haotian wanted to open his mouth to comfort the crying girl in his arms, but he couldn't make a sound.
Looking at Feng Haitang's frightened, heartbroken, and battered appearance, Ye Zichen felt a chill run down his spine.
He really wanted to stab himself to death!
If he hadn't listened to Fang Yicheng, that despicable person, and broken off his relationship with Hai Tang …
How could Haitang leave with a broken heart? How could she have experienced all these things?
Clearly, he wanted Haitang to be happy, so he left her, but he did not expect that she would suffer such harm.
Patter!
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