However, Song Yuanlin's methods of torturing me are not very clever, but simply nitpicking fault-finding.

　　He would only drink coffee after steeping it eight times, and he would get angry if the bathwater was one degree lower.

　　If I showed even a bit of dissatisfaction, I couldn't expect to sleep at night.

　　I already had sensitive skin, and even a little force would leave a bruise.

　　Song Yuanlin never pitied me for this kind of thing; he would always get his way.

　　Once I fell ill and had to receive intravenous treatment in the hospital for two days.

　　When I returned home, I happened to run into a senior student.

　　He escorted me to my doorstep and we exchanged a few words.

　　Just then, Song Yuanlin, who had returned from a business trip, saw this scene.

　　"I still have a fever, can you let me rest for a while?" I didn't understand why he suddenly got angry.

　　I only hoped that he could consider our years of friendship and let me go this time.

　　"You can still chat and laugh with others, so you probably don't need to rest." "Besides, I haven't experienced having a temperature of 39 degrees yet and I want to try it out." Beast.

　　I cursed at him, deliberately challenging him, but tears silently slid down my face.

　　Song Yuanlin turned my face around, and his thumb gently brushed over my bitten lip, causing it to bleed.

　　"Don't act like you've suffered so much injustice.

　　If anything, tomorrow I'll use my credit card to vent my frustration." "After all, trading your body for benefits is something your family has always been good at." I glared at Song Yuanlin.

　　Prodding at my pain seemed to make him exceptionally happy, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

　　"Do you think my father's care for your family is unfounded?" In an instant, my strength was gone.

　　Because, in this aspect, I couldn't argue with him at all.

　　Occasional candies, and valuable gifts during festivals and special occasions.

　　Unbeknownst to me, they had become things that would eternally make me feel ashamed.

　　After it was over, I had a fever for another three days, struggling by myself in the guest room.

　　As for Song Yuanlin, who was just a wall away, he only threw a box of fever-reducing medicine over on the first day.

　　He said, "Lu Yang, don't die in my house, I find it unlucky."