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Chapter 431: It’s All Your Doing

Chapter 431: Chapter 431: It’s All Your Doing

Wuyang looked at the utterly weakened Wen Xiao’ai, who didn’t have the strength to move, and smiled.

"What’s the matter, can’t jump anymore? Can’t bounce anymore? Weren’t you very restless and bouncy? Go on, continue," Wuyang’s mocking voice rang out.

Wen Xiao’ai was so weak that she couldn’t even speak, her face pale without a hint of color, her brain foggy, and her breathing unstable.

She just forced her eyelids open, watching Wuyang.

Wuyang turned around to pour himself a glass of red wine, then sat down by the bed, coldly smiling at Wen Xiao’ai.

His wrist moved lightly, swirling the wine in his glass, the red wine rolling along the edges, releasing a rich and seductive aroma.

Wuyang slightly tilted his head, drinking elegantly, appearing to be in a very good mood.

"Where is your knight in shining armor, Jun Moyan? Why isn’t he by your side?"

"..."

Wuyang looked at Wen Xiao’ai, who was glaring fiercely at him, and his smile grew even broader, reaching his hand towards her face.

Wen Xiao’ai wanted to dodge, but she simply didn’t have the strength to, managing only to painfully turn her head away.

She felt Wuyang’s fingers lightly tracing her face, moving from her face down to her neck, causing Wen Xiao’ai to feel disgust, her eyebrows slightly furrowing.

"You really are a rare beauty, no wonder even Jun Moyan could be enchanted by you."

Wen Xiao’ai’s soft and delicate skin made Wuyang somewhat reluctant to let go.

A sense of jealousy toward Jun Moyan stirred again in his heart.

Why does he always get the best of everything, why.

Feeling Wen Xiao’ai’s disdain, Wuyang suddenly grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to turn towards him.

He gritted his teeth and asked,

"What’s the matter, does my face look disgusting to you?"

In fact, Wuyang was not ugly; on the contrary, he was quite handsome, naturally not far behind since he shared the same father with Jun Moyan.

He usually took great care of his face, but this time he had scratched it horribly himself.

Even with the best ointment, there would likely be some scars left.

The anxious ghost of the young boy stood by, having initially thought this person was truly Wen Xiao’ai’s friend, only to realize he was a villain.

Seeing Wuyang’s fierce expression as he roughly squeezed Wen Xiao’ai’s cheeks.

The boy instinctively stepped forward wanting to pry Wuyang’s hands off, but couldn’t make any contact at all.

"I ask you, did you and Jun Moyan drug me at the last family banquet? Is the constant itching on my body your doing?" Wuyang, clutching Wen Xiao’ai’s face, leaned in closer to her.

He had long suspected it was their doing, and after countless doctors couldn’t identify the cause and only an alcoholic could treat it, he was even more convinced that it was their handiwork.

They drugged him, making him end up like this, allowed the alcoholic to play the good Samaritan by humbly begging him to cure the illness, swindled his money, and even tampered with the medicine to deliberately torment him.

Wen Xiao’ai closed her eyes, unwilling to look at the face that disgusted her.

She thought if she went back later, she would definitely wash the places he touched hundreds of times.

"My mother started barking like a dog out of nowhere. That man started attacking me crazily out of nowhere, was it all your doing?"

Wuyang, driven by his intense emotions, squeezed Wen Xiao’ai’s cheeks even harder.

It must be this damn girl, who drugged all of them, making them all act as if they were possessed.