Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

The Wen Xinya palm was tightly against the icy wall, dragging herself along the icy wall with some softness and steps forward, she couldn't see anything in front of her eyes, only a blank, she guessed it was diffuse Pupil's response to light.

Because of the various reactions of the body, she felt dull, and her brain's thinking began to passivate. She didn't know the time to judge, let alone how long she had walked along the cold wall, but the more she walked, the more she felt disturbed.

She was scared.

Her eyes could not see, and her body was so weak and weak that everything told her that she was powerless now.

"Sister Yanhua ..." Maybe there was a hallucinatory relationship. She felt that the sound in her ear was loud, but what she didn't know was that the sound was a nymphal.

"Anyone?" She called tentatively.

The only answer to her was the faint echo of her and the crisp sound of high heels under her feet.

She keenly felt that she might have come to a place with few people, so she turned back subconsciously and planned to return along the same path.

This was the first time she had lost her eyes and groped in a daze. This taste was helpless.

Soon, the Wen Xinya body appeared again.

She felt more and more dull, her breathing began to become short, and the pain came quietly. She tried to call Si Yizheng's name: "Hey ... where are you?"

She thought of Si Yizhen.

I wonder how well he talked to Archduke Mowell? Has she found her gone? Have you come to her?

And here is the site of Si Yizhen. Although she was recruited, she has not encountered other dangers yet. What is going on?

Thoughts were chaotic and her legs were getting softer.

She must not slide along the wall and sit on the ground, take off the high heels under her feet, and get up hard.

She faintly noticed that the shadow was shaking before her, and she quickly walked over the wall, and then realized that hallucinations began to appear in her brain. It was clear that in front of the vast eyes, there was actually a figure of Si Yizhen.

"Is that you ..." She seemed to love the devil's guidance and temptation, stepping into **** step by step.

Strangely, she seemed to have entered a room and was caught by someone, then her body was sunk into the big bed, the whole person was pressed under her, and her hands walked across her across her clothes, She lost her resistance and did not want to resist at all.

"Hmm ..." She whispered a clinging name, which was actually only heard by herself.

The brain had hallucinations, her body was weak, her eyes could not see, and the sound in her ears was blurred. She lost all judgment, but ... her body became extremely sensitive.

This is not Si Yizhang, not ...

She and Si Yixun shared the same bed, and connected to the soul every night. Her body was more deeply and clearly inscribed with the love and affection that Si Yixuan gave her.

This is not Si Yiming.

She kept echoing this sentence in her blank and dull brain, dispersing the fog in her brain, making her brain awake for a moment, she wanted to struggle, but she was too weak, and she subconsciously moved towards The bedside table fumbled, probably because she had found something suspected of a wine bottle, and she suddenly smashed her head around her neck.

She didn't know that she had used most of her strength, but she felt that her weight had suddenly increased.

She tried her best to push her body away.

Get up from bed.

Fumbled for his clothes, but fortunately nothing good.

Warmly and haphazardly fumbled with the telephone on the nightstand. She remembered that in the previous private room, the first row under the phone screen, the first button was customer service. Her finger gently fumbled the buttons on the telephone and pressed With the first key, the eyes could not see, and the ears could not hear. She vaguely knew that the phone was on.

So she slammed on the table lamp, dropped the table lamp to the ground, and worked hard to make a big movement to attract the attention of the service lady.

How it turned out, she didn't know. This was the only quickest way she could think of.

She vaguely felt she was in a huge conspiracy.

Her body does n’t know why this happens. The first problem she has is the pupil dilation and the eyes cannot see the object, so the only way she can tell the direction is that she hears everything as much as possible. This is human. instinct.

She speculated that it might be someone who deliberately seduced her, and then she developed symptoms of aphasia and deafness, which made her missed the opportunity to ask for help. Then she developed physical weakness and interrupted her escape, and her brain hallucinated. The person who appeared to be mistaken for Si Yizheng was taken into the room without resistance. If it wasn't for her keen sense, she might have lost her innocence long ago.

In this way, she can conclude that the other party's purpose is to seduce her into this room and have **** with an unknown man.

This is Si Yiming's territory. Any wind and grass can't escape her eyes, so the other party is hidden in the dark like this, step by step to seduce her, and she doesn't even need to fight grass and snake, it is a good plan.

Next, will there be an act of arresting someone in bed?

Warm and ya can not help but guess.

If so, under normal circumstances, when she went to bed with another man, she betrayed Si, who would not continue to love her, would even abandon her like a sock, and might even kill her.

Who is best for her to die?

She thought of Aphrodite.

Will it be her?

According to her analysis, only Aphrodite most wanted to be arrested in bed.

However, she could not wait for speculation like this, she thought of asking for help, and naturally had to save herself.

She fumbled for things that could be fumbled, judged what those things were, and where in a room would these things be placed, and used such a stupid method to leave the room normally.

After being bumped countless times, Wen Ya reached the doorknob after falling.

She subconsciously turned the doorknob and noticed keenly that someone was pushing the door.

She opened her mouth habitually and said, "Miss service?"

Suddenly she clenched her hands and sweated out one by one. This was the body's most instinct. It responded to the crisis without any reason. The only explanation was the crisis perception and the sixth sense.

She opened her body subconsciously, and fumbled with the cold porcelain with one hand. She guessed that it might be the Bogu rack at the door of the room, which was dedicated to the ornamental objects of antiquities. She held it in her hands without thinking.

The previous speculation, because of the coming of the crisis and the involvement of outsiders, became more and more confused. She felt that her previous guess was too simple. She was not only trapped in a huge conspiracy, but also a huge quagmire. If she had not experienced the pain and suffering of the last life, her strong willpower, and her keenness for danger, she has now entered the trap set by the other party.