Chapter 205

Pulling off her tampon and actively getting on his body, then in the blink of an eye, jumping into the sea naked without caring about her physical condition to escape! Seeing him drowning, she actually turned back to save him—

Fan Siyi swallowed, "Yesterday... anyway, I owe you a favor." Putting the camera on the coffee table, "The camera, I'll buy a better one for you, the memory card should still be readable."

He Lele took the camera and tried to turn it on, but the camera didn't respond. Touching the seemingly intact camera, He Lele gave a bitter smile that was almost non-existent.

"You can go now."

"..." No anger, no scolding, and even less asking for favors, He Lele's reaction was calm enough to make Fan Siyi feel uncomfortable to the bone. "You... if you want to set conditions, please do it early. Although I don't like owing favors, my memory is bad, and I might not recognize this favor another day."

"... Whatever." He Lele took the camera and stood up, wanting to return to the bedroom.

Fan Siyi took two steps forward and grabbed her arm, "You..." He didn't know what he wanted to do either, but, but he just couldn't stand her cold attitude!

"Are you often caught by people? That's right, Producer Shentu Mo has offended many people. You wouldn't have already gotten used to being caught, right? That's why you're so calm?"

"..."

"Did I guess right? Then you shouldn't mind sleeping with other men, right? Want to try it and see who can satisfy you more, me or Producer Shentu Mo?"

"... If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

Fan Siyi gritted his teeth. She wasn't angry even after this? Was she a normal person?

With a long arm, he hugged her, grabbed the camera that was in the way in her hand, threw it outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and lowered his head to kiss her lips—

"Ah—" Fan Siyi cried out in pain and pushed He Lele away, covering his crotch that was almost squeezed to explosion. "You—"

In his angry gaze, He Lele actually walked out of the window, poked her head out to look at the sea beneath the villa—and jumped down.

"Miss He!" the butler exclaimed.

Regardless of the pain in his body, Fan Siyi ran to the outside of the villa in three steps and two, watching He Lele scoop up the camera from the crystal-clear shallow sea.

He Lele held the camera and swam to the sea exit of the living room balcony, climbed onto the balcony, and the fear, anger, and grievance she had been suppressing finally overflowed from her body.

Wrapped in a towel sent by the butler, she stared fixedly at the somewhat flustered Fan Siyi.

Endure, endure, endure! This seemed to be the only thing she had learned since she was born! If the result of enduring was to endure again and again, if the result of enduring was to be constantly hurt and constantly watch beautiful things being destroyed, then could she choose—to perish together!

She was indeed very small, there were many people she couldn't afford to provoke, and couldn't even hide from, so she wanted to try, she would provoke them! Would the sky fall?

He Lele sneered: "You want me to set conditions, right? Fine, then can you play a game with me?"

"..."

"Scared?"

"Hmph... Joke. Play what? SM?" Finally... like a normal person.

"... About the same."

When He Lele said "about the same," Fan Siyi scoffed; when He Lele politely asked if she could blindfold him and tie his hands and feet, he only hesitated slightly. He didn't believe this woman could play any tricks, and even less did he believe she dared to do anything to him!

It wasn't until she wrapped him tightly with tape and dragged him into the bathtub to start filling it with water that he felt something was wrong!

"What are you doing!"

"... Let you experience a little bit of what it feels like to have your life trampled on by others."

"You! Damn it! Let me go!" He was so stupid! She was basically a lunatic!

"I said the same thing to you yesterday."

"You! You dare!"

The water level rose bit by bit.

"He Lele! You lunatic! You—"

He Lele blocked his mouth with a towel.

When the water level covered his struggling nose, she drained some water, and then added water again...

Fan Siyi struggled to lift his head, breathing with difficulty, unable to believe she would torture him so viciously!

Ten minutes later, He Lele, who had been indifferent to his curses, suddenly woke up after seeing his painful expression.

God! She, what was she doing!

No! This... wasn't something she should do.

No, no! She couldn't give up... She couldn't let herself be caught by hatred! No matter what happened, no matter who she met, she couldn't let herself live in the emotion of wanting revenge! This was the only thing she had insisted on for the past ten years! The only place that made her affirm herself and like herself, she couldn't lose it! Couldn't give up!

Quickly turning off the faucet, dragging Fan Siyi's body, He Lele took the scissors and carefully cut the tape on his body. Fan Siyi, who hadn't really suffered but was full of anger, tore off the cloth on his eyes and the towel in his mouth as soon as he regained his freedom, and his large hand swiftly grabbed He Lele's hair.

"Wols!" He Lele shouted the butler's name for help.