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What does he mean by that?

Was Song Mingzhe really imprisoned by him?

He doesn't intend to let him go, really want to starve him to death?

Xiong Miao was in a hurry: "Can I ask you not to be so cruel?"

Zhan Yeling smiled angrily: "So what? Your life is just like this. I want you to live in pain and regret."

After the cold words fell, he got up and left resolutely.

He wanted to make her regret falling in love with Zhan Zifeng instead of him.

In this life, he will never give her freedom to pursue her love.

Xiong Miao closed her eyes in despair, he was really just taking revenge on her and Zhan Zifeng!

But what about Song Mingzhe?

She couldn't let Song Mingzhe really get killed by him.

Xiong Miao gritted her teeth and calmed herself down. She couldn't be defeated first, otherwise, Song Mingzhe would not be saved.

Knowing that Zhan Yeling had gone to the second floor, Xiong Miao also got up and walked towards the second floor.

Through the crack of the door, I saw that the light in Zhan Yeling's room was on.

He is in the room, ready to rest?

Xiong Miao raised her hand and knocked on the door, but no one responded, so she pushed the door open on her own.

There was no one in the room, but the sound of water in the bathroom was splashing.

He is taking a shower.

Xiong Miao walked to his bed and sat down, waiting for him to come out.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.

When she looked up, she saw a strong and slender leg that had just stepped out.

The textured chicken is full of strength and beauty.

Immediately afterwards, a man came out, he only had a bath towel around his waist.

Now, walking towards her, she could clearly see his six-pack abs, lean and perfect, strong and powerful.

Above is his bright neck, and his handsome face, filled with moisture because he just took a shower, the water droplets flowed down from his short hair, along the handsome brows and into the deep eyes, covered by the deep eyes. The pool-like eyes drowned and disappeared.

Seeing his handsome appearance, Xiong Miao's heart beat faster unconsciously.

Vision is also a little trance.

She lowered her head nervously: "I want to come and talk to you calmly."

"Not calm enough just now?" He picked out a gorgeous voice and asked back.

He walked to the closet with long legs to look for clothes.

Xiong Miao looked at his back, endured the throbbing in his heart, slowed down his tone, and said, "Let me help you brush your hair."

As soon as she finished her inquiry, Zhan Yeling glanced towards her with dark eyes.

Seeing that Xiong Miao's shoulders were stiff.

She walked to the hanger, picked up a dry towel, walked to him, stood on tiptoe, and gently wiped his hair.

Standing on tiptoe, she raised her hand high enough to barely reach his hair.

It looks like it's hard to wipe.

Zhan Yeling finally couldn't bear it, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

His sudden movement made Xiong Miao's shoulders tighten in fright.

Looking back, he met his deep gaze.

Before she had time to think about what he wanted to do, her body was hugged by him.

"You..." Before the question she wanted to ask could be uttered, he put it on the bed and asked her to sit down, and he also sat beside her.

"Wipe it," he said.

Low voice quality, no emotion can be heard.

Xiong Miao blinked, and then realized that he did this so that she could brush his hair.