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Ling Jiu's clothes were stripped, there was no scar at all on the neck, but it looked cruel from the bottom down, the waist and abdomen were covered with bruises, and the place on the back that had been beaten was glowing with hot pain.Recently, due to kneeling on the ground for a long time, my knees are a bit dark, and the knee sockets are extremely white. When it is hot and sweaty, the knee sockets are just like soaking in water, and they can only turn white.

Ling Jiu took out the cleaning utensils, knelt down on the ground, washed it again and again with glycerin and water, and did not stop until the back could not be closed tightly, and changed the place only when her body was rubbed red. After the hot water was washed, it turned white and swollen, and the little red spots also turned purple. When Yan Xi kicked, she only cared about protecting her face, and ignored the pain in her body at all.Now, those hard-hit parts are blue and purple, and goose bumps can be felt just by touching them.

Annan went to the first room after tidying up. He saw the light in the bathroom was on, black shadows were moving, and there were occasional soft hums that slipped into his ears.

When Lingjiu came out, Annan had stared at the bathroom door for a long time, wondering how to treat Lingjiu, what kind of way to get along is comfortable, all kinds of questions lingered in Annan's ears.

It has been a long time since Lingjiu came out and knelt in front of Annan, at least her hair was half dry before Annan came back to his senses.

Annan moved down from the sofa and pulled the cushions to the ground, "Sit down, let's chat in a different capacity."

Ling Jiu didn't answer, but looked up at Annan, making sure that Annan was serious, so she put one hand on the ground and changed to a sitting position.

"Compared with the previous life, how do you feel about your recent life? Don't pursue everything you said today. This is the only chance."

"Yes, Lingjiu doesn't like it, Lingjiu likes the previous master"

"Dare to say it," Annan said with a helpless smile, "Why don't you talk to me?"

"The master may not know that a slave should actually look like Lingjiu. Lingjiu is just a slave. He has no human rights, no dignity, and no sense of face. Lingjiu has been in 803 as long as he can remember. He has learned how to please people." , how to use my body to satisfy others" Ling Jiu drooped his head, recalling the humiliation and embarrassment of the past. "Lingjiu doesn't know what to do to meet your master's wishes. A slave can't control the master. That's an act of overstepping. Lingjiu is sincerely repenting." Lingjiu raised her head suddenly, "please believe the master, but Lingjiu Jiu doesn't know what to do in the future, whether Ling Jiu should stop the master sometimes, Ling Jiu has never learned, nor experienced, Ling Jiu really doesn't know."

Seeing Lingjiu's troubled face, Annan couldn't help stroking the top of his head that he hadn't rubbed for a long time, "I know too little about you."

"No, the master is very gentle. Lingjiu is very lucky to meet the master." Lingjiu looked grateful, and the gratitude at this moment was sincere, and he didn't dare to move his head, letting Annan rub it.

"Have you been wronged these few days?" Annan shouldn't have asked such a question, but the words slipped out of his mouth.

"Ling Jiu is not wronged, it is all Ling Jiu's fault, and Ling Jiu deserves it."

If Annan didn't care about his identity, his heart would be like this at the moment, but I feel wronged, there is no massage, no one talks, and he doesn't even give up a step. Is there any reason?

But as a well-educated person who has a good face, I can only say "you deserve it"

"It's Lingjiu's fault, it upset the master."

Annan got up alone and took the paper and pen on the table, "I said you write it, how about three chapters?"

Ling Jiu didn't take what Annan handed over, but changed her posture and knelt down, "Master can't do it, Ling Jiu doesn't deserve it."

"You always panic when you shouldn't be cautious, this is an order"

Reluctantly, Ling Jiu crawled on the ground and spread the paper, opened the cap of the pen, as if he was about to kneel down and write.

Annan kicked Lingjiu's calf, "Go write on the table"