Nán Wǎnyān's memories fused with pain, the sensation intensifying until her consciousness was almost gone. Before she completely faded, she heard a man sneer and utter his last words:,Air rushed back into Nan Wanye's nostrils. She retched and coughed up a large pool of blood, then slumped half-reclined against the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath heavily.,What kind of fetish does this original owner have To be in love with such a domestic abuser!。