When the cold blade slid across the skin and cut into the flesh, Han Xi bit her lip tightly, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead from the pain.
"Xiao Xi......"
Manman's voice trembled as she couldn't bear to look, only crying continuously. How did things turn out like this?
Feng Yi had clearly just gone on a business trip, and now he was kidnapped by drug dealers, forcing Han Xi to exchange herself for him.
Blood kept flowing from the wound on Han Xi's back, staining her clothes a dark red.
About twenty minutes later, the wound was stitched up, as Han Xi had to go to the airport soon and couldn't let Liao Tingxiao's people notice anything amiss, so she didn't get any anesthesia throughout.
Now Han Xi's face was pale with pain, and sweat soaked the strands of hair on her cheek as she endured the pain to go upstairs and change her clothes.
