"Felt like you never want to experience it again?"
"No. That's all," Natalie said very stiffly.
Shawn sneered. "It seems that you are still obsessed."
"That's it. I can bear it. Anyway, if I die, no one will know how to redo the spell."
"You will not die. You will always live until the day I want you to die!" Shawn said.
Natalie pressed her tongue against her teeth and hung up the phone.
She stared at the ceiling in a daze until there were footsteps outside.
Aurum was here.
"Did...you ask for me. Did you get poisoned?" Seeing Natalie's distressed appearance, Aurum stood by the bed and frowned tightly.
"It's over. I'm better now."
"You don't have to suffer. If only you..."
Natalie interrupted him, "Aurum, don't persuade me, even if I get poisoned three times a day, life would be worse than death, I won't let her regain consciousness!"
Aurum let out a long sigh. "Why do you still bother?"
"Anyway, without you, my life is meaningless, so let's play something exciting. I wonder who persists longer, Shawn or me? After all, Nicole is his favorite, the little princess of the Wood family." Natalie laughed.
Aurum looked at her wounds and blood all over her body.
That was the first time.
Afterward, how could Natalie's body bear it?
"Don't be stubborn. You can grit your teeth and survive the first time. What about the second, third, and tenth time? Can your body withstand such torture?" Aurum persuaded.
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