Pay For Lovely Me

She turned on the tap painfully and run her hands under cold water. There was also pain on her instep, but she could only endure it first. Layers of sweat covered her forehead.

Standing behind her, with cold eyes, he suddenly reached out and rudely pulled her away from the tap. And said in anger, "Get away from me!"

Then he stepped forward and washed his face under the tap.

Just now, he was slapped by her hand. Thinking of it, he got angry. Damn it! She didn't forget to fight back at any time. When she scalded her hand, she threw the heat and residual soup on his face at the first time, which made him very uncomfortable. Because the soup in his face was slightly hot.

This was the second time she slapped him. He would settle with her later, and she have to pay for her behavior.

"You're a cold-blooded animal."

Celia found her footing with difficulty, and stared at the tall back of Hans. If she had known what would happen now, she would have slapped him a few more times. But she would have been seen through easily by the shrewd man if she had slapped him one more times.

He was condemned in her heart to the lowest pit in the infernal regions. Damn it! She was so burnt, but he didn't have any sympathy at all. Wasn't she just accidentally touched his enchanting face? After scolding him angrily, she turned around and walked out of the kitchen. Enduring the pain, she went to the bathroom to wash her injury. Hearing her leaving footsteps, the bottom of his eyes darkened. He was kind enough not to stop her from washing her burn area. When he returned to the living room after washing his face, he smelled a faint fragrance of meal from afar. He looked at the dining room, on which there were two dishes. He snorted coldly, glanced at the bathroom with the sound of water, and strode into the dining room.

Celia washed her hands and feet in the bathroom for a few minutes. She didn't come out until the burning pain on her hands and feet was alleviated. Two days ago, when the hourly worker cleaned the room, she saw the medicine box, so she found it easily. Fortunately, there was the most common ointment in the villa, including the burn medicine.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, she looked up and saw Hans sitting in the dining room. She was slightly stunned, but did not have time to pay attention to him. She reached out to open the medicine box. At this time, she heard a crisp sound in the dining room, accompanied by his cold and angry words, "Celia, is this dog food you cook?"

She was shocked, looked up in a hurry and saw that his face was gloomy. Then she looked at the table, but there was nothing on it. The two dishes were all banged to the floor by him. The crisp sound just now was the sound of the plate falling. She closed her eyes tightly and took two deep breaths, trying to restrain her impulse to lose her temper.

But in her heart, she had cursed him to the lowest pit in the infernal regions!

She clenched her fists and felt a sudden pain in her hands. She frowned and pursed her red lips tightly, tried her best not to curse out and told herself not to pay attention to the man in the restaurant. Damn it! He must have done it on purpose. He must have wanted her to starve or come up with a way to torture her. He knew that her hands were scalded, but he smashed the dish. Did he want her to cook again?

No, she wouldn't make another dinner with her burn hands.

Opening the medicine box, she took out the ointment and applied it carefully. Hearing the footsteps, she knew that it was from the restaurant. She didn't raise her head, but applied the ointment carefully and with difficulty.

"Stupid!"

The next moment, his sneer came from above her head, and the ointment in her hand was taken away in an instant. She had to raise her head and face the gloomy and sarcastic man.

"Give me back the ointment."

Her hands were really burnt. The bowl of soup was just out of the pot, and the hot dishes were all poured on her hands, dripping down, so her feet were also hurt. She was pale now, and every time she moved she felt a great pain.

Seeing that there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, Hans smiled slightly, squinted his eyes and glanced at her red and swollen hands, although she washed her hands under the tap at the first time without blisters. At that time, she looked very "cute" in the light.

"Ha ha!"

He couldn't help chuckling. Her red and swollen hands really didn't match her face, as if she was wearing a glove or a makeup, which was very funny.

Celia cursed in her heart, her face changed slightly because of the pain.

You'd better laugh to death!

With a slight smile on his thin lips, he could see clearly how annoyed she was. Seeing that both her hands and feet were scalded, he became very happy. The gloomy face turned from gloomy to bright, and the smile in his eyes flashed. He sat down beside her in a good mood and said happily, "Celia, you don't have to do this to please me. Your hands are really funny now."

Celia pursed her lips and snorted coldly, taking it as his soliloquy.

"Let me help you apply the medicine."

He said in a clear and happy voice, as if he was not the one who had lost his temper in the restaurant just now, and made Celia sure that he did it on purpose. The hateful man must have learned the face- changing performances of Sichuan Opera, or he was abnormal.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain came. She felt dizzy with pain, her face pale, and her mind was interrupted at the same time. When she came to her senses, she saw her swollen left hand grabbed by that hateful man with great strength. No wonder he would like to apply medicine to her so kindly. It turned out that he just wanted to increase her pain.

"Don't scold me in your heart. If you want to scold me, just do it!"

The smile on his face was a little cold. What a pervert! He changed as he said. His tone was clear but with a strong warning. She was not a fool. At this time, it was not the time to show off. She didn't want her hands to be broken.

Finally, she managed to pull the corner of her mouth, but there was no smile on her face. Celia said slowly and weakly, "I'm in such a bad condition. How can I scold you? Please, let go of my hand if you don't want to apply medicine to me. If my hands are disabled, it's not a good thing for you. Maybe it will become a burden. How can I meet your expectations and learn to please you one day?"

She was not sure whether he would lose her hands or not, but she was afraid that she would pass out before her hands were broken, because it's really a tough time for her to bear the pain at the moment. With a smile at the corners of his mouth, the coldness returned to his deep eyes. It seemed that he was thinking about what she said. It was not interesting if her hands were disabled. And there was no one in the Sus who could make his revenge more interesting, except Celia in front of him.

Thinking of the situation of Nancy reported by the psychiatric hospital, he snorted coldly. That woman only deserved to be a clown. And the woman in front of him could be his plaything barely.