o buy emergency contraception. She took two pills.She took the two pills this morning, and after the house cleaning, even her medicine box couldn't be found. She was clueless about what to do and coul...Huoming's fingertip temperature was pressed against her wrist skin, mingling with blood vessels and tendons, flowing to the heart.

It was like a muscle memory, surging madly in the depths of her soul.

Those were things she would never dare to touch again, her trust, tolerance, forgiveness, dignity, trampled on time and time again by the man before her.

"I'll do it myself." Fu Yan forcefully pulled her hand back.

Huo Mingzheng still held her hand tightly, "If I let go, will you obediently run into the water"

Fu Yan nodded silently.

Huo Mingzheng slowly relaxed his fingers, but before they were fully open, Fu Yan quickly withdrew her hand.

However, such a small movement couldn't escape Huo Mingzheng's sharp eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Huo Mingzheng once again grabbed her wrist and held it under the faucet.

His deeply etched profile was taut, jaw clenched. "That's how you promised me," he said through gritted teeth.

Fu Yan could no longer draw her hand back; she had already missed the best opportunity to escape. Huo Mingzheng, this man, never made sense.

She turned her head to the side, but in the mirror she saw herself and Huo Mingzheng's bodies getting closer. Her whole body was tense.

Such a close distance appeared countless times in the apartment she rented or the house Huo Mingzheng bought for her, so harmonious and warm.

"I promise to run you a bath, but not in front of you."

Ho Mingzheng's hand froze.

This sentence translated is, "Wherever you are, I can't stand to be there for even a second."

There was a dull, suffocating sensation in the chest.

Ho Mingzheng watched the water flow against her slender wrist, his eyes suppressing a surge of emotion. "I'll leave when your hand is healed," he said.

Fu Yan didn't know whether she was persuaded or felt that struggling was futile. Her wrist lay motionless under the faucet.

And Huo Mingzheng did indeed, as he said, her wrist where it was burned had improved quite a bit. He released her and left the bathroom.

As soon as she stepped out, she saw him sitting on the sofa, sipping tea brewed by the maid.

He came to visit Huo Yuan, and like her, was also a guest.

"Miss Fu, please have some tea."

The maid placed the teacup on the other end of the tea table.

Fu Yan walked over and sat opposite Huo Mingzheng.

"Auntie, I don't drink tea, plain water is fine."

She drank plain water.

Two voices spoke in unison.

Fu Yan frowned. Huo Mingzheng saw the impatience in her eyes, but he didn't say anything more, nor did he try to explain.

The maid glanced at Huo Mingzheng and then at Fu Yan.

She was an old servant brought over from the Huo family's mansion by Huo Yuan. She was good at reading people's expressions and understanding their intentions.

She calmly poured out the tea and replaced it with a fresh glass of plain water in front of Fu Yan.

And Fu Yan just raised her eyes for a moment, Huo Mingzheng sat opposite her, she immediately recognized his tie today, it was the one she bought.

Last time it was a scarf she knit, today it's a tie she gave me.

What on earth does Huo Mingzheng want to do

After a while, Huo Yuan changed into a clean set of home clothes.

Aji pushed the wheelchair out.

Fu Yan stood up, "Serious"lt on the ground, shards of glass cutting into her hands, but she didn't feel a thing. Shame washed over her like a tidal wave, for Huo Mingzheng had personally brought those filthy past events back...