Transmigrated into a vicious female supporting role, reborn as a hostage to the paranoid male protag

"What...brother...what you said...I don't understand..." Su Yingxue's eyes were covered by his slender, bony hands. The feeling of falling into darkness again made her a little panicked.

"Brother, can you please let me go?" Su Yingxue's voice was trembling. The familiar feeling of being at the mercy of others came over her again.

"Let go?" Chu Xingchen lowered his head, his hot breath spraying on her mouth, ambiguous and warm, mixed with his slightly hoarse and somewhat evil voice. "Then yesterday, when Xingchen asked my sister to untie me, what did my sister say to Xingchen?"

"Sister, why not reminisce a little..."

Su Yingxue's face turned pale when she heard this.

Yesterday, Chu Xingchen begged her to untie him, but she seemed to have ignored him and instead had someone lock him up.

Is this retribution in this life? Su Yingxue's heart was in turmoil. In the darkness, she clearly felt something soft and wet slowly touching her nose, her cheek, her forehead, her lips...

Touch, release. Touch, release again. Just like stamping her paintings, it seemed as if Chu Xingchen had stamped her works one after another.

Chu Xingchen covered her eyes with his hands and held her waist with one hand, leaving her nowhere to hide.

Chu Xing sank into Su Yingxue's face, leaving kiss after kiss. Su Yingxue's skin was smooth and tender, like white pearls, and as smooth as the texture of boiled eggs.

Then slowly, Chu Xingchen seemed to be possessed, moving down her flawless white neck little by little...

"Brother... No..." Su Yingxue could only feel darkness in her eyes. She clearly felt the actions of the person in front of her, but he was holding her waist, binding her hands, blindfolding her, and standing in front of the bed, blocking her only way out.

Su Yingxue could do nothing but talk to him out loud. She could not escape or hide.

"What's wrong?" Chu Xingchen smiled when he heard this. "Sister mixed the sleeping pills into her lip balm and rouge. She's really scheming..."

Chu Xingchen looked at her coldly, his words becoming even colder, "Then why are you so wary of Xingchen, sister? What are you afraid of?"

Chu Xingchen finally put down his hand that was covering her eyes, and instead lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

He stared into her eyes, seeing her panic and deep-seated fear. Chu Xingchen's eyes were like arrows, questioning her, pressing her. He asked her, "Sister, what are you afraid of me for?

Su Yingxue saw the paranoia, anger, obsession and madness in his eyes. At a certain moment, she didn't know what she was afraid of.

But whenever Su Yingxue saw Chu Xingchen, she would remember what was written in the novel: he skinned her alive, and finally filled her skin with straw to make a scarecrow, which he hung above the city gate as a warning.

When leaving the city gate, Su Yingxue deliberately looked back from the carriage. It was tall, majestic, dignified and solemn. She was filled with fear of the city gate.

She couldn't imagine what it would be like to see a straw man made of her skin hanging there and dancing in the wind.

Deep down in her heart, Su Yingxue was truly afraid of Chu Xingchen. She was afraid of her own fate, and also afraid of him as the executioner.

"Sister, what are you afraid of when facing me?" Chu Xingchen saw the fear in those eyes, as if he was an extremely terrifying existence.

But it was clearly Su Yingxue who had been the perpetrator of the violence. If he was afraid, it shouldn't be him who was afraid of her.

But why, every time he appeared in front of her, there was an unshakable fear in the depths of her eyes, as if he was some kind of monster, and she always stayed away from him.

"I don't understand what my brother said..." Su Yingxue was so frightened by his harsh questioning that she closed her eyes and burst into tears.

She didn't know why, but she became extremely timid the moment she saw Chu Xingchen.

Chu Xingchen saw the tear marks on her face, and those tears seemed to drip into his heart. Seeing her like this, his anger was quenched by her tears.

Originally, Chu Xingchen wanted to return the favor to her, but now that she was in this state, he felt pity for her.

Chu Xingchen kissed her tears away bit by bit, as if to enlighten her, but also as if to remind her, "Sister, don't cry, this trick is no longer useful..."

"The secret medicine that my sister is so proud of has been broken by my younger brother..." Chu Xingchen explained to her in a hoarse voice, while kissing her more and more wantonly.

"Sister, your skin is as smooth as jade. If Xingchen leaves a kiss mark on it, I wonder what Brother Mo, whom sister has been thinking about so much, would think when he sees it?" Chu Xingchen's charming voice rang in her ears.

"No...I can't..." Su Yingxue looked at Chu Xingchen in front of her, with fear magnified infinitely in her heart.

Chu Xingchen saw the fear and struggle in her eyes, but in his eyes, that fear was the fear that he would destroy her pure and flawless image in Mo Yunsheng's heart, just like her identity, Qin Xue, clean as a blank sheet of paper.

A surge of anger rose in his heart. He was angry at her dodging and fear. Chu Xingchen's face was cold. He kissed her neck fiercely, sucking and nibbling it, again and again, until there were several marks of his on her fair neck. Only then did he leave her neck with satisfaction.

"Does it look good?" Chu Xingchen took the bronze mirror on the dressing table like a madman. He held her in his arms, lifted her chin from behind, and forced her to look at herself in the mirror with tears in her eyes. Her eyes were watery, her hair was slightly messy, and there were a few dark red marks on her neck.

She was held in his arms like his plaything, while Chu Xingchen sneered, hugged her, and sighed softly behind her ear, and every word he said seemed to be tortured by him.

"Sister, tell me, if your brother Mo saw you sitting in his arms like this, crying your eyes out, what would his expression be?"

"Sister, does your brother Mo know that you couldn't even breathe when you kissed me?"

"Sister, does your brother Mo know that you are in my arms now, that you are so beautiful now? Does he know that your lips taste so sweet?"

"Sister, if you promise me that from now on, you won't even look at that Mo, I'll untie your hands, okay?"

Chu Xingchen held her in his arms, his arms like iron, holding her captive. Su Yingxue couldn't break free.

He forced her to look at himself in the bronze mirror and Chu Xingchen behind him, and he pressed her with words, as if he was crazy and wanted to tie her to him.

"Brother, if you don't let me go, don't force me to hate you!" Su Yingxue felt that his lips sucking on her neck were too gentle and hot. She was like a canary in a cage, unable to escape his control.

"Hate me?" Chu Xingchen's eyes were cold and burning when he heard this. He looked at her in the bronze mirror. There was no affection for him in her eyes. This realization made him angry.