If you are hungry, you are hungry, forget it! Anyway, you won’t be able to abuse the crazy president, so it’s better to abuse it at once.

With this idea in mind, Xining lies with her eyes closed, and she can feel that as time goes by, the nutrients in her body gradually disappear with her vitality.

If you have hungry after a meal, you will feel hungry, and if you have the second meal, you will feel even hungry, but later you will feel nothing, and you will feel weaker and weaker.

It seemed that Ye Chuhan was also cruel and let her wait for death in bed without hesitation. Only the maid came to feed the porridge three times a day, but she didn't eat any bites, even if the porridge beside the spoon was stuck.

I didn't even lick it on my lips.

There was no news about Mo Ming, and everyone was just frozen like that.

On the third day of not eating or drinking, Xining heard the sound of the heart monitor when she became conscious. Although her mouth was still very dry, her body clearly felt that life was injecting drop by drop from her wrist.

I opened my eyes and was still in the original room and lying on the original bed, but there were more instruments around me.

The tied wrists and feet were released, but it didn't matter if they weren't tied. She had long since lost the energy to walk, let alone escape.

On the back of the hand, there was a needle tube inserted, and the transparent small plastic hose connecting the needle was connected to the glucose saline bottle above.

The nurse was sitting next to her, reading a book. Seeing that she woke up, she stood up and looked at the data on the instrument: "How can you not eat well? You can't do this if you want to lose weight."

Then she went to the side, pulled the rope off the bed, notified others that she woke up.

Lose weight? This reason is really good. It seems that Ye Chuhan is reluctant to let her die. No matter what the reason is, she doesn't want to guess these things. Human nature is originally complicated, and it's very tiring to guess so much.

"Drink some light porridge later, wait until your stomach gets used to it..." The nurse turned around while reminding her, but saw her other hand, reaching towards the needle on the back of her hand, and her eyes widened, surprised.

He shouted: "Hey, what are you doing?"

The door opened, and the maid walked in with the porridge. She happened to see her pulling off the needle that was dripping. It seemed that she had used all her strength to pull out the needle, and she lay motionless again, but her eyes were open.

, looking straight toward the top.

"What the hell is going on?" The nurse quickly took an alcohol cotton and pressed the needle hole on the back of her hand. The blood had already oozed out.

She was not losing weight or dying, but she was really dead. She felt a little tired, but she didn't know what would happen in the future. If she still did tasks like this, she would give such a strange task like this one.

Then don’t struggle. She couldn’t complete this mission and didn’t want to complete it.

Whoever loves to abuse her? She is not happy anyway. After suffering so much, she is willing to marry such a person. The heroine has Stockholm disease, which means she has a hidden masochism tendency.

Holding the cotton ball, the nurse raised her head and said to the maid, "It's not right! Let me tell the family about this. If something happens, I can't be responsible."

The maid hesitated for a moment, put down the tray in her hand, and pulled the rope to the side. After another maid came and asked him to stay, the maid walked out.

It seems that this nurse knows nothing.

Xining closed her eyes... she didn't want to ask her for help, so the other party might not help. Even if she could help, what else could she do? After running out, she called the police?

The police in this country don’t know what they look like. And even if the police receive the call, Ye Chuhan can easily pass it off. However, it puts the nurse in trouble. Ye Chuhan may not be spared.

At least a warning.

When the other party is unable to change the status quo, don't drag it into the water to cause confusion or even anxiety. Of course, if you are also heartless, then why make your heart become darker because of this?

The door opened and the room was covered with carpets, so you couldn't hear the footsteps. Without the footsteps, you couldn't tell who it was.

But it doesn't matter, everyone will be the same.

"You all go out." That indifferent, but the sound was very magnetic and nice.

The nurse said, "I will help her with glucose in a while."

A warm hand pulled her hand and pressed the pinhole with a cotton ball. Ye Chuhan felt a little unhappy: "Then come in later."

So there was a slight noise, and the air in the room vibrated when the door was closed.

"You are not allowed to die before I allow you to die." Ye Chuhan's voice became colder: "There are many ways to keep you alive. Believe it or not, tie you up again, and put your esophageal tubes every day with a little drip every day.

And the urethra, three times a day, all of them are fluidly poured into your stomach?"

Xining didn't move, and she didn't react at all. Sorry, my sister is not stubbornly closing her eyes, but her teeth are tightly biting her lips, revealing a weak, pale, and beautiful abused expression.

If this could be done, it would be fine, so let her lie down and have a good rest. Mo Ming, a ungrateful wolf, has never let her rest well. Every time she finishes the task, she will kick it into the task again. She has long since finished it.

When I am tired, I rely on my fool-like mental self-paralyzing.

She is really not a positive and upbeat god. She will not be corpses everywhere or blood flows into rivers. Now it seems that she will not be abused or abuse others. Seeing these, her little heart will slap it.

Jump, let alone do these things yourself.

"Yes, it's useless!" Mo Ming, who had no news for three days, appeared again.

The hand was let go, and the back of the hand must be not good-looking at this time. I don’t know how much time I have been hanging, but according to the body owner’s physique and plot needs, there must be a piece of black green.

Ye Chuhan's breathing worsened, and finally he pushed the words out of his teeth with hatred: "Why are you so stubborn? You can't say a soft word?"

Hehe, in the last plot, the main body begged not to torture her with tears, but what happened? He was a mess of things, although he was not a stick and whip, but mental torture was often even more painful.

"I was wrong..." The voice seemed to be floating in the clouds, my throat hurts very much, and it hurts so much.

I subconsciously swallowed my saliva, of course my mouth had long been dry like the Sahara Desert, which made my throat more painful.

She said in a hoarse voice, "I misread you... I let me die... and take revenge, so I will focus on the right person..."

What a matter of the matter, it’s because the master is the eldest daughter of the Tang family? It’s all in the age, and there’s this ridiculous and ignorant idea.

As a result, while torturing the heroine, she almost got married while pulling the heroine's half-sister, and she was so angry that she almost got married.

Ye Chuhan seemed to have taken a deep breath. The room was extremely quiet, so quiet that only he could hear his heavy breathing.

Is this a tangle? Is there anything to be tangled? Letting her die is a way. I hope that I will not do anything to her before or after death, so the taste is too heavy.
Chapter completed!