Bo Yeyuan's face was a cold and cruel ice sheet, "You don't even qualify as a lover now."
Li Qiyu laughed sarcastically, about to speak, when something was stuffed into her mouth...
Her slender wrists were bound behind her back, and she was powerless, without even a shred of struggle, as he bound her hands and feet.
"Young Master? Are you there, I'm coming in?" Leike knocked on the door tentatively again.
Bo Yeyuan lifted the bed sheet and stuffed Li Qiyu underneath the bed.
Then came her high heels, bag, and the bed sheet that carried their scent, all shoved in after her.
Next, he could be heard smashing a bottle of alcohol, the pungent smell of alcohol spreading and masking that scent.
Ha...
Li Qiyu's face was numb, and she closed her eyes.
Hadn't she become immune to hurt? What was this throbbing pain in her heart?
This humiliation was delivered by the man she loved the most. She had sworn to be a queen in her new life, only to end up in an even more wretched state.
