Milan did not think back to what she had just done, on his shoulder, there were teeth marks and blood stains… he also did not know why he did not move to let her bite like that, why he seemed crazy, kissing her all over.

Milan also told himself: Don't think anymore, who knows what kind of mental illness is possessing his soul, then going crazy because of her.


When Ashley woke up, her eyes were slightly swollen, and her head was still in a state of unconsciousness, after a while, she suddenly remembered what happened yesterday.

"Bang" a sound, she hurriedly sat up.

Then, she opened her eyes and looked around, that person had disappeared.


At the same time, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart… when she woke up, she realized that she had slept naked all night, she couldn't help but laugh… How daring was she? And in the end, she was still able to lie next to that person and fall asleep.

Ashley raised her hand, slapping her twice.


Anyone else would be fine, but Milan wasn't.

She felt so uncomfortable that she felt confused… even if she was locked in prison and slept next to the toilet again, she couldn't, shouldn't sleep next to Milan without any defense.

How could this be? How could she lie next to this man, and then fall asleep peacefully?

It was Milan.

The slapping sound, extremely clear, at that moment, how disappointed she was with herself, this slap, she did it very hard.

Ashley sat on the bed dejectedly, her hair disheveled from the two slaps, her eyes filled with annoyance that only she could understand, but she immediately raised her head and quietly got dressed.

But, the shirt buttons were already damaged by that person.

She got out of bed but did not leave, but went into the bathroom, in front of the large bright mirror, there was a woman with messy hair, standing in front of the mirror.

She raised her hand, turned on the faucet, meticulously groomed her face, then looked at herself in the mirror, suddenly, she picked up the cup of mouthwash on the sink, aimed at the mirror, and threw it hard at the mirror.

Then suddenly, she stopped.

The cup of mouthwash, was only a few centimeters away from the mirror, at that distance, just closing her eyes would be enough to hit the mirror.

However, the woman in front of the mirror, tightly grasped the cup, trembling extremely.

On the back of her hand, the blue veins were also clearly visible, but that cup, in the end, was only tightly grasped by her…

After a long while, she raised the arm that was holding the cup, gently put the cup down, and continuously punched the wash basin on the marble shelf more than ten times, as if she did not feel any pain.

 Whoosh, Ashley felt like a gust of wind blew past, immediately, her arm was pulled back by someone, and her entire body was also pulled back four or five steps, an angry voice rang out in her ear: 'You dare to hurt your body?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ashley was dragged out.




'Let go."

The other person seemed not to hear what she said, hurriedly walking away, only knowing to pull her along.

'Let go, let go… I told you to let go."

Why did she have to be treated like this by him?

Why could he do whatever he wanted to her?

Why… did she have to lie next to him, and then sleep so soundly.

Hate!

Hate him!

Hate Gina!

I Hate Milan's entire family.

Hate herself the most.

'Bang" a sound, Ashley was thrown onto the sofa in the living room: 'You dare to hurt your body?"  The man's cold gaze fell on Ashley: "Who gave you this right?"

Ashley's mind was filled with unforgiveness for herself at this time, she could finally lie next to this person, sleeping soundly, after being released from prison, a few bouts of anger, hard to restrain, her hoarse voice said: "My body, is mine, mine, mine.

Milan. Is mine."

Her red eyes were full of accusations towards the man in front of her.

"My body, I'm out of prison, out of prison, Mr. Milan, do you understand what this means?" She gasped, her red eyes staring at him, her voice hoarse, this time with a loud volume, then she shouted: "I'm out of prison. I'm free." Her eyes were filled with stubbornness, she emphasized again: "I'm out of prison. I'm free."

She wanted to tell him that how she wanted to treat herself had nothing to do with him, she was out of prison, she was free, and it had nothing to do with him.

The man squinted, his eyes lit up, 'Freedom?" His thin lips curved slightly: 'Freedom? Tell me, is freedom when you owe a life, is it considered freedom?"

Suddenly.

Ashley had just blushed with anger, now her face seemed to have lost all color, leaving only a pale face.

He reminded her… freedom when she owed a life… Lorne, I still haven't paid off my debt, right? In this lifetime, I won't have any way to regain my freedom, right? Even if I live or die, I can't choose for myself… right?

Lorne, thank you for saving me.

Lorne, I hate you too, hate that you died for me, hate that you gave me a reason to live.

 Lorne, sorry, I'm just a reform prisoner with no past, no identity, no relatives, no circumstances, even if I want to fulfill my responsibility to you and want a chance to make up for a life I owe, I don't have it.

Lorne, I'm so useless.

Many thoughts rushed into her mind, suddenly. The woman fell on the sofa, slowly raising her head. She looked up at the man standing in front of her: "Let me go."

Let her go... Milan's heart seemed to stop, he lowered his head to look at the woman on the sofa, he saw the indescribable strangeness in her eyes, so strange that even the hair on Ashley's body stood up: "Okay, wait until I die."

Ashley's lips were pale, and her eyes were wide open, full of confusion and strangeness: "Milan! Be honest with me. Tell me, what else do you want from me? I have nothing left."  She had nothing left, of this man, what else did he want from her, what else could he have from her?

'I have nothing left. Nothing left. Look at me carefully, look at me carefully." She leaned on the sofa, bringing her face close to his eyes, the distance was only an inch, and her voice had become hoarse and sharp: 'Look carefully! Look carefully! What else do I have? What else is there to catch your eye, tell me. I will give it to you. As long as you find something in me, just say it, and I will give it to you."

Lorne, I am not such a useless person, have you seen?

In Milan's heart, he admired Ashley's beauty at this moment... This beauty, carrying a bit of madness and despair, like the final struggle of a death row inmate, he admired it so much that he forgot to breathe.