Kill Me, Heal Me

The painful whisper finally made Ethan loose his hand, but Belle’s pain did not diminish, and without his restraint, she shrank all
over, and kept hitting the seat with her body. Like the little beasts lost in the direction, they would hit the obstacles that may be
encountered aimlessly, and they wished to die together. Ethan's heart twitched, and he began to realize that something was
wrong. He hugged her tightly. "Wake up! Belle, if you hit it again, I will throw you out of the car, believe it or not?"
He had obviously loosed his hands, why was this still the case? Belle clenched her teeth, her red lips were full of blood, and she
was sighing in pain... Ethan leaned in and listened, and then gradually heard her unconscious whisper. "Kill me, I beg you to kill
me..." "Belle, are you crazy?" it seemed that there were something jumping out of his chest, holding her rudely in his arms,
pulling her clothes to check. So, what was the problem? Why would she suddenly be stunned?
She wore too much clothes, Ethan was not surprised, but it was a problem to take off them for a while. He rudely took off her
high-necked clothes. After spending much time, only the last top of the low-necked cardigan remained. Afraid of the pain caused
by poor breathing just now, he paused and twisted the buttons on the top, pulling the collar down so that she could breathe
smoothly. His white skin was bare in the air. He was suffocating and was about to look away, but the corners of his eyes could
not help attracting attention from the next scar on her collarbone.
A small scar, the wound was crusted, and there was a dimple in the shoulder below. The wound was about as long as the ring
finger. When he touched it with his hand, Belle's body immediately convulsed like an electric shock, trembling in his arms and
sweat had already wet her hair. It was night last time, so he didn’t notice the wound under her collarbone. The horror in his heart
was not lacking. He wanted to look down again, but Belle was trembling with pain, twisting her eyebrows and turning back,
obviously uncomfortable. But she refused to say a word.
The location of the wound... If it was not extremely intimate, or if one pulled her clothes hard like him, it was absolutely
impossible to see, and there was no way to leave such a scar on her body. Ethan suppressed her twitching spasmodic body, his
mind was inexplicably complicated, and the eyes that fell on the wound tingled. Who was it, who left a scar on her body?
Actually, didn't think about it, he already had a guess. Who could leave a mark on her body besides her unknown husband?
That damn guy! He punched the steering wheel with a fist, staring at her blood-stained face with a sullen face, watching her
biting her lips again. He was busy forcing apart her mouth with his hand, and freeing another hand to touch the tissue from
behind to fill her mouth. "It hurts so much, and you still speak for the man, you're a fool!" Ethan scolded her resentfully, and took
a tissue to wipe her sweaty face, wiping it clean little by little and wiped the blood off on her month.
Belle's consciousness was chaotic, and her eyelids were too heavy to lift. The pain went from the inside to the outside and
evoked a fragment of her memory. It hurt almost every day in those years. The pain was so severe that she can only scream on

the ground. Sometimes there were sharp stones around the cave. She was not afraid of ramming everywhere, and every time
she had to knock herself into a bloody mess before she would stop.
The time the throat was plugged with a cigarette butt burning with flames, she was so painful that she couldn't eat anything for
more than ten days. It was Ryan who ran to the hospital in the middle of the night and stolen the nutrient solution and the
syringe, feeding her little by little to save her life, but he was almost caught by the dog that bit a piece of his meat.
When her right leg was broken, she knelt on the ground like a crazy animal, and could not react any more than crying. It was
Ryan who carried her from the bottom of the mountain to the hole on the top of the mountain, against those people to give her
medicine and deliver food every day. He crushed the food and fed her bite by bite.
When those people wanted to dig out a part of her and sell it to make money, Ryan, who could have escaped, but stubbornly
took half of it for her. Without anesthesia, when the sharp scalpel was removed, she suffered from several pains and passed out,
but her palm was always clenched tightly by the other hand.
The person lying beside her shared her pain and did not forget to appease her. "Belle, hold on..." That fool told her this way:
"With me, you can't die. If you dare to die, I'll die for you." She was really unbearable at that time and couldn't wait to die directly
under the scalpel. But because of his words, she was tough to live again.
After that, too many things happened, and the pain caused by the lack of parts in the body would never disappear with time. But
from time to time, the pain would come and bring her devastating despair. But every time, someone always dragged her out of
despair and told her seriously that life was precious, and that you had to live first if you wanted to get rid of despair. To live... She
listened to him, lived well, lived no matter how hard or difficult, in order to live, nothing else mattered. When she was faint, there
was a deep, heavy voice, which had been hovering around her ears for a long time.
"Belle!" "Belle, wake up! Did you hear that!" "I will send someone to kill the man! if you don't believe it, just try!" Kill... Who was he
going to kill? Ryan? No! In this world, no one was better than him to me, I would not allow you to slander him.
A lot of things she wanted to say, but she was so painful that she didn't have any energy to open her mouth. She subconsciously
grabbed the man's hand tightly, clutching it in the palm of her hand. Ethan gasped, put her aside, re-attached her seat belt, and
immediately drove towards the hospital. Before he left, he glanced sideways at the window. Levi and the Miss Cheng were still
talking, and a glint of bloodthirsty chill was across his eyes.
Very well. He would settle the score some other day. For the time being, what did matter most was the stupid woman.