my husband is a killer

Chapter 17 The Bad Guy Wants to Violate Her! 3
"Don't get too close to me, I'm not a good person."

The footsteps gradually moved away, as if they were going downstairs, and gradually disappeared.

She bit her clothes, but still couldn't restrain her sobs!
Crying, maybe it's because of inertia, it's hard to stop, maybe it's because I still have lingering fears, maybe it's because I hate him, maybe it's not... She can't tell, her whole body is entangled in his breath, and she can't tell anything!

That night, he didn't come back all night!

And she didn't close her eyes all night!
When the sky was just getting darker, she came down to fetch water to wash her face, and the hostess came to help her attentively, peeking at her from time to time with an ambiguous smile on her face.Anyway, she couldn't understand the words, so she pretended not to see it, and just kept patting the icy spring water on her face, and after a few pattings, her mind gradually became clear.

At this time, footsteps sounded, and you didn't need to look to know it was him.The face that had just been slapped in cold water burned instantly, she lowered her head, and hurried upstairs!
"Hi!" he called to her.

She stopped, but didn't dare to look back, her heart was beating like a small drum.

"Go and change clothes, and leave immediately." He ordered, his tone was the same as before, as if nothing happened last night!

He said something to the hostess again, and she immediately pulled Lan Jiao into the house.

Another set of clothes was changed for her, but it was men's clothes. The hostess pulled her hair up, wrapped it with a local man's head scarf, and led her out.

The host got two horses from somewhere early in the morning. T was already riding on the horses. Seeing her coming out, he turned the horses' heads and started on the road without saying a word.The male master seemed to have received the order a long time ago, and at this moment he hurried over to help her get on the horse, and led her horse to follow.

He had occasional conversations with the hostess, but he never said a word to her again, so indifferent and alienated, as if he had returned to the time when he first met.

She was also embarrassed to speak, so she was silent all the way until half the morning, when she was helped off the horse again, the man bid farewell to them with folded hands, and led the horse back to the original road, only the two of them were left at the fork. This kind of silence makes people even more embarrassing!
He handed over water and dry food in silence, and she took them in silence, swallowing mouthfuls without knowing what she was chewing, and swallowing the last mouthful, he suddenly handed out a bunch of brown Grass to her:
"Smear grass juice on your face."

(End of this chapter)