"If it wasn't me, why wouldn't you trust me, Huo Beiming?"
"Believe you? The angle of those photos is to take photos. They're very intimate and enjoyable. They're not photos. They're all sent out from your mobile phone. Nanyan, this is the way I regret it!"
With a crisp bang, Huo Beiming slammed his phone against Nan Yan's feet. The phone was smashed into pieces...
In the next second, Huo Beiming's slender fingers locked onto Nan Yan's neck. His ice-cold eyes were filled with saber radiance and sword shadows. He wished he could kill her.
"Do you think you don't have to get married if you find a wild man to piss my brother off? Nanyan, let me tell you, if my brother likes you, you have to live and die for him."
Nan Yan held her breath and felt as if her heart had been torn apart by a pair of hands.
Her clear black eyes stared at his face for a moment. Her facial features were cold and deep, and her eyes were as deep as the Milky Way. She had loved him deeply for ten years.
The pair of warm and slender hands, which had once held her hand tightly, had made a promise to her for the rest of her life.
In the span of a single night, everything had changed.
She had become a gift for him to repay his brother's kindness. She had forced him to marry her brother.
If she refused, she would become the murderer indirectly.
There was no point in denying or explaining.
Huo Beiming had already sentenced her to death in his heart.
"Let me ask you again, who is that man?"
Huo Beiming's emotionless shout exploded in her ear, and then her body was fiercely pushed to the cold marble floor. Her knees hurt, but they were not as painful as her heart.
Nan Yan laughed in a self-mocking manner. It was as if a hole had been pierced in her heart.
He asked her who the man was.
"Is it important who that man is? Anyway, he's neither your brother nor you."
"You're so cheap!"
Huo Beiming's handsome face was ashen as a gust of wind blew across her face.
Her face was as hot as chili, but she smiled.
"B*tch? Am I not a b*tch? If I were not a b*tch, why would I be fascinated by you and your brother and not marry anyone else?"
"Shut up."
After an explosive roar, Huo Beiming grabbed Nan Yan's slender arm and dragged her into the bathroom at all costs.
Nan Yan's body was as tattered as a rag doll as he dragged and bumped all the way.
"Why are you so cheap? Doesn't Young Master Huo deserve you? Why are you treating him like this? Why are you doing this to me? Isn't he nice to you? He loves you. He said that he would rather die than you. But even if he dies, you can only be his."
The cold water poured down her head, and the smoke in the south quivered. The bone-chilling coldness made her curl her body into a ball. Her white velvet dress was instantly soaked, and her teeth trembled with cold.
"If I don't marry you, Huo Beiming, you may not love me, but you can't control my life."
She struggled and pushed Huo Beiming away.
However, in the blink of an eye, he caught her and threw her into the bathtub.
"Not only do I have to control your life, but I also have to control the fate of the entire Nan family. Do you want to have a try?"
"What do you want? Don't touch my family!"
Nan Yan roared at the top of her voice. Her family members were her soft spot that she could not touch.
But she didn't expect it to become a weapon that she had used her beloved man for more than ten years to threaten her.
"Nanyan, the reason why you are still alive is that my brother likes you. Otherwise, everyone in your family will die with my brother."
His eyes were cold and horrified, and his tone was so cold that it almost froze.
Nanyan had never seen such a terrifying person like him. Nanyan was afraid.
Looking at him, his lips parted.
"It's not me, Darknorth. Believe me, I didn't."
She showed her weakness. She hugged his legs and begged him to trust her.
He lowered his eyebrows and sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm.
"Miss Nan, do you know that your current look is really disgusting?"
Her body suddenly stiffened, and she could only hear her heart breaking into pieces.
He reached out to pull her up, tore at her clothes, and tore them like crazy.
"Nanyan, you're dirty. My brother doesn't like dirty things. He doesn't like dirty things."
The cold water mixed with pungent disinfectant kept washing her skin from inside to outside. Her snow-white skin was red and she did not stop, as if she was a dirty doll that could not be washed clean no matter how hard she tried.
"Huo Beiming, you'll regret it. You'll definitely regret it."
