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nBai Weiwei was in so much pain that she couldn’t hear him.

nBut she still didn’t care, “Song Yunhuan.”

n“En.”

nThis time she heard him and smiled before closing her eyes and passing out.

nPeople had limits to their endurance. When the pain reached that threshold, they were bound to pass out.

nBut his drugs could really torture her, causing her to faint then making her wake up again.

nSure enough, Bai Weiwei soon woke up.

nShe suddenly opened her eyes wide open.

nA loud cry, caught in her throat, broken and weak.

nSong Yunhuan frowned. He wanted to see what Bai Weiwei’s limits were.

nSo if she didn’t beg for mercy, he wouldn’t stop.

nIt was important data for his future experiments.

nBut she was already in such pain.

nWhy was she still holding on?

nBai Weiwei seemed to be awake. Her hair was soaked with sweat, her face without color.

nShe seemed to be overwhelmed, crying quietly.

nA soft and powerless, broken cry, it was hard to hear.

nSong Yunhuan had a sudden urge to stop the experiment.

nShe was able to go far beyond his expectations.

nBai Weiwei was shaking in pain. She could barely look at Song Yunhuan, seeming to be begging for something.

nSong Yunhuan breathed a sigh of relief. She finally learned to beg for mercy.

nJust as he looked down and was about to ask her if she wanted to stop the experiment.

nBai Weiwei said, “Song Yunhuan, kiss me again?”

nShe was too quiet. If he hadn’t been able to hear the tiniest of sounds, he wouldn’t have heard her faint words at all.

nShe couldn’t focus. It took the last of her strength to talk, so the sound was barely audible.

n“It hurts. If you kiss me…I’ll feel better.”

nThis sentence was full of fragility and capriciousness.

nBut for the first time, he didn’t hate her act.

nSong Yunhuan didn’t know why his heart was in so much pain.

nTrying to dispel this pain, he bent down and placed a small kiss on her lips.

nLike it was a charity to her.

nBai Weiwei felt his kiss and looked relieved. She would be able to put up with the pain again.

nShe didn’t have the strength to talk anymore.

nEven if she wanted to beg for mercy, she couldn’t.

nSong Yunhuan looked at her, but he could no longer consider her as just research material.

nEvery groan of pain, every twitch of her muscles, every grit of her teeth told him she was hurting.

nHis handwriting was getting messy.

nThe form he recorded changed from cold hard data to Bai Weiwei’s bleak, miserable face.

nBai Weiwei suddenly opened her mouth.

nShe couldn’t say anything.

nBut Song Yunhuan could read her lips, and he saw her say, “Song Yunhuan.”

nSong Yunhuan, Song Yunhuan, Song Yunhuan…

nWas he the only thing in this woman’s mind?

nSong Yunhuan’s fingers clenched. The pen in his hand broke.

nThe ink in his pen spilled onto the paper, and he shouted, “Idiot, useless woman.”

nHe was right here, what was the point of calling him? He was the one who put her through this torture.

nSong Yunhuan threw away the record in his hand. He took out another dose of medicine and gave her an injection.

nIt was pain reliever.

nWhen she was given the injection, her eyebrows straightened.

nSong Yunhuan unshackled her hands and feet, and saw that she had been digging her nails into the flesh of her palms. Her hands were covered in blood.

nHe was stunned for a moment, before he started to lick her wounds, letting them heal.

nHe picked her up from the bed. Feeling him moving, she rested her head on his chest, as though depending on her most important person.

nSong Yunhuan paused. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t throw her away, but just held her.

n【Ding. The male lead’s favorability it at -5.】

nNigaria’s corner: to go through such hellish pain only to get to -5?! Male lead you are too stingy! Where are the complaint forms!

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