For the first two days, everything was fine.

Lan Xin should eat and drink, because she wants to live.

And the people hiding in the room saw her so calm, and there was always a nameless fire in their hearts, but they couldn't vent it.

He wanted to see if she could be so calm behind her.

On the third day, Lan Xin clearly felt the change in herself, and she knew that it was an addiction.

Her lower abdomen began to hurt, and she rolled out of bed to the floor, her clothes stained with a layer of dust. It began to itch all over the body, like countless bugs running rampant in the veins. The pain in the head began to burst, and all the green tendons began to throb violently.

She rolled on the ground in pain, her fingers scraping on the ground, and finally her hands were red with blood.

But the feeling of being tortured did not diminish in the slightest.

In a trance, I seemed to hear the sound of shoes hitting the ground, and when I woke up, I saw a pair of black shoes appear in front of me.

Lan Xin stretched out her trembling hand and grabbed N's trouser legs, trying to speak, but her mouth was full of blood, and the smell of rust filled her mouth.

"Who the hell are you?" N squatted in front of her and said coldly, "Why did you appear in my private room? Why did you drug my wine? Why are you so close to Xiao Licheng?"

Her brain is now uncontrollable and unable to think, and her hands tug hard at the hem of her pants to try her best to control herself as she loses control.

"Answer!" he began to get angry, and when he looked at her like this, the fire of ignorance in his heart was ignited again.

She suppressed her discomfort and said slowly, "I'm Lan Xin... I'm going to deliver wine... I don't know what medicine... I don't know Xiao Licheng..."

"Are you from there?" asked the question, his lips trembling slightly.

"I... No... Know... You're talking about... What the. ”

"Answer me!" he grabbed her by the collar, forcing her to look into his eyes, his hands bruised, his eyes scarlet and angry.

"No... No!" She almost gritted her teeth because she was uncomfortable.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, hooked the corners of his mouth, let go of his hand and said, "Please let me save you." ”

She fell to the ground like garbage, her blood-colored hand tugging at his trouser leg again: "Please... Kill me. ”

His eyes tightened, his face gloomy and terrifying, and he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Please, kill me. She was weak and spoke word by word.

He suddenly laughed, but only sneered.

"Do you want to die?

Hearing the word mother, her originally gray eyes had a moment of brilliance. Then she chuckled and said self-deprecatingly, "I can't even control myself, what can I do to control my mother." ”

After speaking, he rolled his eyes and fainted, and the hand that was tugging on his trouser leg was released.

My heart suddenly hurt, as if someone had stabbed it in it. He got up in a panic: "Ah Hai!"

Ah Hai, who was waiting outside, hurriedly came in and injected her.

After a stitch, the person who was originally curled up in a ball slowly improved.

"Call Dr. Zhou!"

Ah Hai was startled by his somewhat shrill voice and hurried to consult Doctor Zhou.

When Dr. Zhou came, there was no N in the cell.

He carried the person on the ground to the bed and began to treat her wounds. The hand holding the cotton swab began to tremble before it touched her body, and he held the trembling hand with his other hand, slowing down for a while.

Then carefully began to give her medicine.

Grabbed by the wrist, Dr. Zhou was startled, and the cotton swab in her hand fell to her ear.

"Doctor Zhou, no need, let me fend for myself. ”

Her voice was so weak that she couldn't really hear what she was saying if she didn't listen carefully.

Dr. Zhou frowned, ignored her words, removed her hand, and took the medicine seriously.

After taking care of everything, Dr. Zhou got up and left, and took a deep look at her before closing the iron door.