Bai Weiwei was in so much pain that she couldn’t hear him.
But she still didn’t care, “Song Yunhuan.”
“En.”
This time she heard him and smiled before closing her eyes and passing out.
People had limits to their endurance. When the pain reached that threshold, they were bound to pass out.
But his drugs could really torture her, causing her to faint then making her wake up again.
Sure enough, Bai Weiwei soon woke up.
She suddenly opened her eyes wide open.
A loud cry, caught in her throat, broken and weak.
Song Yunhuan frowned. He wanted to see what Bai Weiwei’s limits were.
So if she didn’t beg for mercy, he wouldn’t stop.
It was important data for his future experiments.
But she was already in such pain.
Why was she still holding on?
Bai Weiwei seemed to be awake. Her hair was soaked with sweat, her face without color.
She seemed to be overwhelmed, crying quietly.
A soft and powerless, broken cry, it was hard to hear.
Song Yunhuan had a sudden urge to stop the experiment.
She was able to go far beyond his expectations.
Bai Weiwei was shaking in pain. She could barely look at Song Yunhuan, seeming to be begging for something.
Song Yunhuan breathed a sigh of relief. She finally learned to beg for mercy.
Just as he looked down and was about to ask her if she wanted to stop the experiment.
Bai Weiwei said, “Song Yunhuan, kiss me again?”
She was too quiet. If he hadn’t been able to hear the tiniest of sounds, he wouldn’t have heard her faint words at all.
She couldn’t focus. It took the last of her strength to talk, so the sound was barely audible.
“It hurts. If you kiss me…I’ll feel better.”
This sentence was full of fragility and capriciousness.
But for the first time, he didn’t hate her act.
Song Yunhuan didn’t know why his heart was in so much pain.
Trying to dispel this pain, he bent down and placed a small kiss on her lips.
Like it was a charity to her.
Bai Weiwei felt his kiss and looked relieved. She would be able to put up with the pain again.
She didn’t have the strength to talk anymore.
Even if she wanted to beg for mercy, she couldn’t.
Song Yunhuan looked at her, but he could no longer consider her as just research material.
Every groan of pain, every twitch of her muscles, every grit of her teeth told him she was hurting.
His handwriting was getting messy.
The form he recorded changed from cold hard data to Bai Weiwei’s bleak, miserable face.
Bai Weiwei suddenly opened her mouth.
She couldn’t say anything.
But Song Yunhuan could read her lips, and he saw her say, “Song Yunhuan.”
Song Yunhuan, Song Yunhuan, Song Yunhuan…
Was he the only thing in this woman’s mind?
Song Yunhuan’s fingers clenched. The pen in his hand broke.
The ink in his pen spilled onto the paper, and he shouted, “Idiot, useless woman.”
He was right here, what was the point of calling him? He was the one who put her through this torture.
Song Yunhuan threw away the record in his hand. He took out another dose of medicine and gave her an injection.
It was pain reliever.
When she was given the injection, her eyebrows straightened.
Song Yunhuan unshackled her hands and feet, and saw that she had been digging her nails into the flesh of her palms. Her hands were covered in blood.
He was stunned for a moment, before he started to lick her wounds, letting them heal.
He picked her up from the bed. Feeling him moving, she rested her head on his chest, as though depending on her most important person.
Song Yunhuan paused. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t throw her away, but just held her.
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability it at -5.】
Nigaria’s corner: to go through such hellish pain only to get to -5?! Male lead you are too stingy! Where are the complaint forms!
