The Poison King grabbed the woman and looked at it again and again, and then said: "There is something I don't understand very much. Can you explain it to me?"

Even though he knew she wouldn't explain it to him, the Poison King still asked. He had to take full possession of everything this woman had.

Her body, her thoughts, her eyes, everything about her could only be his.

The Poison King sneered and said: "Shang Xufeng has always shown that he has no interest in you at all. Why did he find a woman with eyes that are so similar to yours?"

The woman still didn't speak, her face didn't change, and her eyes didn't change. Everything she showed was so indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"Jiang Xiaomeng..." The Poison King reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her head up, "I don't understand this matter, and I want you to explain it to me."

His purpose was not to hear her tell him the reasons, but to tell her that she was his woman, and Shang Xufeng also had a woman of his own.

No matter whether Shang Xufeng is interested in her or not, she and him cannot be together. This woman can only belong to him in this life.

"At this time, are you secretly having fun in your heart?" Poison King changed his hands and pinched Jiang Xiaomeng's neck, looking directly at her with cold eyes, "You must be thinking that Shang Xufeng can find someone with eyes that are so similar to yours.

The woman must be because she can’t forget you.”

Jiang Xiaomeng remained silent. No matter how much physical torture she suffered, her face did not show any pain, as if she was a person who couldn't feel pain at all.

Once again being completely ignored by her, and then thinking about another man in her heart, the strength of the poison king's hand gradually increased, pinching her so much that she couldn't breathe fresh air, and her face slowly turned purple.

Even though he had threatened her life, everyone would instinctively struggle, but Jiang Xiaomeng remained unmoved, as if she was ready to die at any moment.

Seeing her face turning purple, the Poison King immediately stopped his hand. If he wanted to win this woman's heart, he would never let her die.

He picked her up and quickly walked to the room upstairs. Once he entered the room, he threw her on the big bed.

He took off his clothes in two steps, stepped onto the bed in two steps, and turned her over to lie on the bed. Only by possessing her body in this most direct way could he prove that this woman belonged to her.

Every time he did this, he was always very rude, never caring about her feelings, and never checking to see if she was adaptable to him, he would just rush into her body and act arrogantly.

All this time, he had taken a position where her back was facing him. He didn't want to see her expressionless face, as long as he could feel the fit of their bodies.

Because he didn't want to see her face, he had never seen the sadness in her eyes when he treated her like this, nor had he seen the tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

While enduring his attack, she buried her head in the quilt and gritted her teeth to endure the pain. Although her body was in great pain from his torture, it was far less painful than the pain of death.

The tear she shed fell on the quilt and was quickly digested. No one could see the traces it left unless they looked carefully.

He said he loved her every day, but he never understood her or looked at her with his heart. That's not love at all, it's just his overbearing possessiveness.
Chapter completed!