The Canary that couldn't escape-Chapter 50 - Finally Compromising 3

50: Chapter 50 Finally Compromising 3

50 -50 Finally Compromising 3

She slipped up again.

“What advantage did you get from him?” Mo Ran pressed.

“What kind of advantage could it be, it’s just this house.” She muttered under her breath.

“What!” Mo Ran stood up, “This house was given to you?”

Mo Yan nodded impatiently, “Yes, aren’t you okay with that?

You only have one sister, and Gu Yixuan is so rich.

Giving me a house is just like plucking a hair from a bull.

What are you so upset about?”

“I’m not upset…

Never mind, let’s not talk about this anymore.” Mo Ran felt agitated, her sister’s love for money wasn’t new, and explaining it to her would be pointless.

If it’s not yours, it never sits right.

After spending a little time at Mo Yan’s, Mo Ran was hurried along by a phone call from Gu Yixuan.

Mo Yan openly criticized Gu Yixuan for being stingy, not being able to wait after just a short visit.

Her words were laced with sarcasm, and had it not been for the fact that Mo Ran was her sister, she would likely have said even more unpleasant things.

On the way back, Mo Ran gazed at the neon lights flashing outside the window with a bewildered look.

Is she really going to let things continue like this?

Does true love really not exist in this world?

Is her life destined to carry this stain, unable to achieve happiness ever again?

As the car stopped, a pair of strong hands turned her around, and her lips were fiercely kissed.

Mo Ran couldn’t breathe and struggled a few times, only to be met with an even more restraining embrace.

Gu Yixuan was like a madman, kissing her vigorously, even biting her lip until it bled.

After a bout of nibbling, he released her and said coldly, “Mo Ran, put away those crooked intestines of yours, or I won’t be polite!”

“Get out of the car!” He pulled her out and roughly dragged her into the house and upstairs.

Mo Ran stumbled along, entered the bedroom, and was flung onto the bed, his body following closely on top of hers.

This time was different from the first; Gu Yixuan was less gentle and cruder, ceaselessly taking from her, causing her to frown in pain.

After the storm had passed, she lay on the bed, devoid of the strength to even open her eyelids, and did not get out of bed at all the next day.

The final competition of ‘Magnificent Dance Attire’ was not far away.

In the villa at Banshan Garden, Mo Ran practiced intensively every day.

She didn’t speak much and stayed in the dance studio all day, so quiet that one might overlook her presence.

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