[R18] Paranoid desire – “Paranoid Desire” Chapter 21 [English]

nightmare

Not long after Mu Shiyan left, Sheng Jin called Gu Yuewei and asked her to come to Washington to save him.

Gu Yuewei rushed to Washington. Sheng Jin had been tortured by the love potion and completely lost consciousness. She was lying on the ground, her face was as pale as paper, and her lips had been bitten with blood.

There was no time to ask her what happened, so he quickly helped her get dressed and helped her leave Washington. When she arrived at her residence, she turned on the shower and lowered the water temperature to the lowest level, trying to use cold water to help her control the restlessness in her body.

Sheng Jin lay in the bathtub, her body soaked in cold water, her whole body trembling and her lips turned purple.

Fortunately, he gradually regained consciousness and knew that he was at Gu Yuewei’s house.

In the living room, Gu Yuewei called her uncle Gu Yi several times but couldn’t get through. She was so angry that she threw the phone on the sofa and cursed angrily: “Gu Yi, you are a villain! Just wait for me! I will definitely avenge Xiaojin’s revenge on her behalf!”

…

The next day.

Sheng Jin slept for a whole day, and it was already evening when she woke up again. Gu Yuewei’s anxious heart finally calmed down when she saw that she finally woke up.

There are more than a dozen missed calls on Sheng Jin’s cell phone, all from Fu Yu.

In order not to arouse Fu Yu’s suspicion, Sheng Jin returned home before dark.

Fu Yu came home late at night and saw the light on in the master bedroom on the second floor. When he reached the door, he raised his foot and kicked hard, “Sheng Jin, you mother opened the door for me! You didn’t know you were going home for several days! Did you tryst with a wild man outside without telling me!”

Sheng Jin got up from the bed with difficulty, clutched her aching belly and opened the door.

Seeing her look like this, Fu Yu first thought that she was faking, “Why are you pretending to me! You look like you are dying all day long! I don’t know, you thought it was me, Fu Yu, who abused you!”

Smelling the smell of alcohol all over his body, Sheng Jin raised his eyelids slightly and said feebly: “Fu Yu, I’m not pretending. I feel very uncomfortable now. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? I can’t wait until tomorrow! I have to say it today!”

Fu had lost several big clients in the past two days. Fu Yu was in a bad mood and had nowhere to vent. Seeing Sheng Jin’s bitter face, he became even more angry, “I’m telling you, Sheng Jin! You’ve been married to me for three years and you didn’t even let me touch a finger! Do you think I’m a fool? Let me tell you! I don’t care if you feel uncomfortable tonight! I have to fuck you! If I don’t fuck you, you won’t be relieved at all!”

he doesn’t feel like a threat tonight, but like an imperative.

Ignoring Sheng Jin’s struggle, he pressed her down on the bed and reached out to touch the bottom of her skirt. As soon as he stretched his hand upwards, he touched a wet and sticky liquid…

“What are you doing!” He took his hand back and saw that it was full of blood. Fu Yu was so frightened that he immediately woke up, “Fuck!”

Although Fu Yu has a flowery heart, his heart is not bad. Even if he thinks about it, he can’t really ignore Sheng Jin.

Sheng Jin was sent to the hospital overnight and consulted with the doctor who admitted that she should be transferred to the gynecology clinic.

After arriving at the gynecology department, I saw that the doctor on duty turned out to be Mu Shiyan.

“That…that…” Fu Yu saw that Mu Shiyan was still a little timid, fearing that he would mistakenly think that he had made Sheng Jin like this, “I really didn’t do it! She was like this when she got home! It really wasn’t me!”

Mu Shiyan automatically shielded him, put on a mask and glasses, and closed the curtain to isolate Fu Yu outside.

She lifted up Sheng Jin’s nightgown and saw the blood red on her lower body.

Extremely dazzling…

Sheng Jin, who was in a coma, had cold sweat on his forehead. He gripped the bedsheets tightly and moaned in pain: “No, it hurts, please Mu Shiyan… it really hurts… please…”

How afraid is she of him?

Even in nightmares, I dream that he is torturing her…