Send You all Stars in the Sky Chapter 7: You are no longer a threat to me

He ripped her pants while laughing wildly.

She broke out in a cold sweat and tried desperately to push him away.

He raised his hand and gave her a few good slaps.

She lay on the ground pale and weak, unable to make any strength, and could only let him bite on her like a dead fish.

She was really tired and wanted to sleep like this.

But in her mind, Carl's cool and thin eyes suddenly flashed.

In the past five years, there have been countless people who want to defile her body in the mental hospital, but every time she is forced to die, she has kept her final innocence.

This is the only pride she has. She feels sick when she sleeps with people she doesn't like.

She struggled desperately. At the moment when the man kicked her leg away, she suddenly grabbed a wooden stick with thumbtacks on the ground and smashed it hard at the back of the man's head.

She smashed it like crazy until the man fell on her with blood all over her head.

For an instant, the smell of blood filled the dim and damp wine cellar.

Grace crawled out of the pool of blood and curled up in the corner shivering.

She killed someone.

This time, she really killed people.

This time, she really became a murderer...

Carl has reason to torture her again... … …

A long time later, there was a frightened cry from the waiter at the door of the wine cellar. Then, I heard a patchwork of footsteps.

Grace buried his face in his knee and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Until someone grabbed her wrist, she pointed at her frantically with a bloody stick and hysterically said, "Get out of here, touch me again and I'll kill you!"

"Your method of killing people is becoming more and more skilled." Carl's mocking voice came to my ear.

She held the stick tightly and her ear buzzed.

Carl, you came, you still came.

This time, where are you going to send me?

This time, how many more years will you torture me?

Grace wanted to ask him, but she was too weak and fell into a pool of blood.

… …

Opening his eyes again, Grace found himself lying in a strange room.

Dark gray decoration style, simple and high-grade furniture, a look is Carl's style.

Sure enough, before she got up, she saw Carl push open the door of the room and enter.

It is rare for him not to wear a suit, and his cold face was lined with a washed blue shirt, which added a bit of tenderness.

He sat down beside her, lit a cigarette and put it on his fingertip, staring at her with a pair of taboo eyes.

In the smoke curled up, his handsome face with clear outline was in a trance.

A long time later, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Grace, what have you experienced in the past five years?"

She had a fever last night and had a nightmare all night. She was begging for mercy and crying all the time.

But in those days, he only sent her to a mental hospital... … …

Hearing what he said, Grace laughed aloud: "Carl, what I have experienced in the past five years is thanks to you. You know better than me. Why pretend?"

He didn't answer her words, just stared at her ferocious face for a long time, and suddenly said, "Get up and eat something, and cook you scallion oil."

For an instant, Grace bit his lower lip and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Onion oil level, he still remembers onion oil level...

On the day he first met him, he wore a black coat and stood on the snowy street, stretching out his warm hand to her, smiling as gently as a cornflower blooming in May.

He said, "Grace, right? Come on, I'll take you home."

Grace was only 17 years old that year and had just won the first place in the Romantic city singing competition. However, Stella and Britney envied her and designed to drive her out of Grace family. She had been in the cold streets all day.

She knew that Carl was picked up by Grayson, but she was still very happy.

She hid in his warm coat and held him tightly, as if she had held the whole world.

Later, she took him to the stall and pestered him to invite her to eat scallion noodles.

It was the best scallion noodles she had ever eaten in her life.

It's a pity that the old woman who sold scallion oil flour died five years ago, just like her love for Carl.

She forced the tears back, knocked over the bowl in front of her, stared at him with a sneer and said, "Carl, if you want to kill, you have to have a good time. Don't make these empty things with me."

"Grace, do you have to do this?" He looked above her, his eyes cold and cheerless.

"Well, I was born like this, and you don't know." Grace squinted at him and sneered, "Carl, lily died a month ago. You can't threaten me. If you want me to obey, you shouldn't have killed lily so early."

When it comes to lily, her heart still suffers an inexplicable pain.

That is her only relative in this world. He is so cruel.

"Is it?" Carl smiled with a cool and thin face. "So Grace, do you still want Aaron to live?"

Aaron?

Hearing the name, she shook her body and looked at him with disbelief.

How does he know about Aaron?