The head was pressed into a water-filled basin, and water rushed into the mouth, nose, and ears. A slight breath would bring the feeling of suffocating to death.
Just when she felt like she was about to die, she was pulled out of the basin, only to be quickly pushed back down.
"Woo woo woo... no..." No!
Before Ma Qiaolan could finish speaking, she was pressed into the basin again.
Xing Ying stood at the bathroom door, watching the scene inside without making a move to stop it.
She even thoroughly enjoyed the scene before her.
Some people can never recognize their status, born in lowly families, meant to be toyed with in others' palms.
Who knows how many times Ma Qiaolan was pressed into the basin until she finally found release when thrown to the ground.
She lay on the ground, gasping for air: "Huff... huff..."
Xing Ying approached her, lifting her disheveled, mostly hair-covered face with her foot.
"Are you clear now?"
No response came, only Ma Qiaolan's heavy breathing.
