Xiaoyu was still looking at him for the first three seconds, but when she looked into his eyes for the second time, she finally couldn't bear the depth of his eyes, so she turned her face away and looked away——
She is hiding and thinking————
How to round up the lie of drugging, or simply remain silent, or mention it and cut it off.
No one likes someone close to them to hide something, let alone betrayal. She thought that the thoughts in her mind at the moment were a bit extreme, but when facing people like Nangong Tou, extreme sometimes might not be the worst way.
"I……"
She opened her mouth, but she hadn't thought about what to say yet.
But he was interrupted by Nangong Tuoping's words, "Are you hungry?"
She was stunned for a moment, looked up at him for a few seconds, and finally nodded.
Nangong Tou responded, picked up the phone, and gave a few instructions in pure French. Within a few seconds, the smell of porridge filled the room, and Sean walked in with the newly cooked glutinous rice porridge that warmed his stomach.
The exquisite small bowl, blue and white porcelain, has a fine antique style and is imbued with the rich sweet aroma of rice.
"Miss Yan, you finally woke up! It's great." Sean spoke broken Chinese, put the porridge on the table, gave a thumbs up to the white porcelain jar, and said, "Master, the porridge tastes...
Excellent! Miss Yan recovered quickly after eating it."
Sean is French, so he cannot cook such authentic Chinese porridge.
As for the person who can cook an ordinary porridge with such a high-quality Confucian flavor, I am afraid that Nangong Tou is the only one here.
Sean treated Xiaoyu enthusiastically, but he respected Nangong Tou. After nodding towards him, he retreated and closed the door again.
Nangong Tou was still standing and did not move.
Xiaoyu looked at him and smacked his tongue secretly, but did not dare to make a sound.
She was very hungry. She had only relied on glucose and nutritional supplements to survive for fifteen days, and had not eaten any liquids. Now that she could smell the aroma of porridge, her intestines had already begun to wriggle. The pain was accompanied by hunger, and she was very uncomfortable.
Nangong Tou remained still, just looking at her.
Xiaoyu's pain became more and more painful, and the more hungry she became, the more painful it became. After only ten seconds, the pain was so painful that a layer of cold sweat oozed out from her forehead, and her hands tightened on the quilt.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes passed——
Nangong Touo moved and finally sat down. Her tall figure blocked the sunlight in front of the window and cast a dim shadow on the surface of her white quilt.
His eyelashes were very long, and the reflection they cast was beautiful, but his eyes were cold.
Just like that, looking at the little fish coldly, hungry, in pain, curled up...
Finally, as if she couldn't bear the curling pain, she covered her belly with one hand, looked at him and said with difficulty, "Nangong Tou... I... feel uncomfortable..."
"Where?" He looked at her, expressionless, and asked.
"My stomach..." Xiaoyu spoke intermittently, and his lips were pale at the moment, "My stomach hurts..."
"Do you know why it hurts?"
Nangong Tou stared at her and asked slowly.
Xiaoyu bit his lip and shook his head.
"Because, you are hungry." He spat out a few words. Nangong Tou remained motionless and expressionless, "When you are hungry, it hurts; when you are bloated, it hurts; when you eat acidity, spicy food, or overeating, it will hurt, no matter how long you live.
Years old, fifty, eighty, one hundred, this kind of disease will treat you Yan Xiaoyu for the rest of your life from now on."
Follow for life...
After saying four words, Xiaoyu's pale lips trembled. She held her belly with her hands, but she was not afraid. She looked at his fair and calm face for a long time before she nodded and replied, "Yeah, I know, I understand."
.”
I see……
Just these few words.
Nangong Tou suddenly frowned, stood up solemnly, pinched her slender chin, and spread his cold breath on her face. His tone was a little cold, "Do you understand what?"
Xiaoyu was frightened and felt a chill all over her body, because she had never seen his face before. From then on, it became ashen and dark, like a ghost, a ghost, or the evil god of hell. It was so cold that she seemed to be able to kill Lingchi with his gaze.
She didn't know what to say, and she didn't know why Nangong Tou suddenly treated herself like this and treated such a weak self, or maybe he was using this method to punish herself for drugging him and daring to betray him...
"Yan Xiaoyu," he gritted his teeth, his tone a bit vicious, "Why can't you learn to protect yourself?"
Xiaoyu came back to his senses, his eyes a little dazed.
However, he did not give her a chance to breathe. Instead, he squeezed his right hand tighter, stared into her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "There have been precedents of being framed by others, surgeries that ordinary people cannot bear, and numerous experiences."
It’s such a dangerous situation that you can’t protect yourself. Tell me, you stupid woman, why can’t you learn to protect yourself?”
Xiaoyu was in a daze, unable to respond to his words for the moment.
He was angry... wasn't it... because he drugged himself... or found out something about the Black Terror... but it was because... she was attacked... suffered a disaster... couldn't protect herself...
Xiaoyu looked at him and could only be in a daze. His mind was in chaos and he couldn't answer any words. He didn't know what to say. He was afraid that his words would be wrong. He was even more afraid that his words would make him even more irritable and make him even more angry.
More gloomy.
This was the first time she had seen Nangong Tou like this, so she was a little scared.
But when she was scared, her heart felt infinitely warm, which made her nose sore and she always wanted to cry.
In the end, a man who usually used his wits to control others and rarely showed anger actually caused a violent rage because of her worries. He was always the one who worried about her the most, so she didn't know whether she should cry or be afraid now.
Xiaoyu bit her lip and looked at him. Finally, before her tears were about to burst, she spat out a few words to him with a nasal voice, "Sir... I'm hungry..."
The tone was nasal and aggrieved, like a pet asking its owner for food.
Such a tone seemed to dissipate his anger. He narrowed his eyes, relaxed his strength, released her chin, and said, "If you dare to make such a mistake again, you will always stay in the same place for me, no matter where you are."
Don’t even want to go.”
Want to lock her up?
Or imprison her?
Miss Yan did not take any indirect oath to support her for the rest of her life.
She squirmed and didn't dare to make a sound.
Nangong Tou got up, filled the porridge and fed her.
The warm porridge slides into the esophagus, instantly alleviating the pain.
After finishing one bowl, the pain almost disappeared.
She still wants to eat.
Without saying anything, he had already gone to serve the second bowl.
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