The girl's belly was called a different name, much like the small, high-pitched cry of a newborn kan jing.

The girl felt that she was indeed starving, but this hunger was very vague, for he was concealed by a strong desire.

The girl can no longer feel her body, her own functions, her own senses, and the girl can only feel this desire.

This desire seems to fill the girl's body, replacing the presence of cells and blood in the girl's body.

It's an innate primitive desire for food. As early as 1.7 million years ago, primitive man, Yuanmou ape-man already existed.

This is an instinctive desire of the human body, and it is one of the inevitable conditions for human beings to survive in this world.

However, if the demand for food is suppressed for a long time, then this desire will slowly breed and spread. Eventually, he will reach a state where he will break through the limits of what the human body can bear, and then he will explode completely.

The girl is in this state right now.

The girl could feel this desire constantly screaming in her body, he was menacing, he was constantly rolling, wandering around every corner of the girl's body, as if he was looking for a breakthrough, ready to burst out at any time.

The girl knew what the consequences would be if this desire erupted, and she had learned it two months earlier.

So the girl is doing her best to suppress this desire.

The girl is in pain, because what she wants to resist is herself, her own desires, her own instincts, and what she should not have fought against.

But the girl still has to resist, because the girl knows that she can't afford to indulge her desires and let her instincts take place.

The girl bowed up again, like a small shrimp. The girl closed her eyes, lowered her head, and chose not to look at the pastries that were at her fingertips.

But desire, this unbearable desire, and instinct, force majeure cannot.

They persecuted the girls and kept instigating them.

Go see the pastries, touch the pastries, eat the pastries......

The girl was in pain, too painful, but she didn't have the slightest recourse. She could only let out a low, hoarse whimper from her throat, similar to the whimper of some animal on the verge of death.

The girl grabbed her hair violently, she held her head with both hands, inserted her fingers into the wet hair, grabbed a few handfuls, and pulled hard.

The girl pulled her scalp to the point of pain, but the girl needed this pain.

Only in this way can the girl barely distract herself and be somewhat sober.

However, the body's desire for food is so hard to suppress that even the pain cannot be relieved.

The girl curled up and collapsed on the bed.

The girl listened to the sound of the electric fan blowing the plastic bag containing the pastries, and only felt that her body was becoming more and more restless, and even she was confused and anxious.

Even though the electric fan was still whirring and working, the girl was still sweating all over her body.

The girl still didn't open her eyes, but she saw a large patch of scarlet, shocking color.

The girl was stirred up by these, and her brain was extremely confused and unconscious.

The girl has a feeling that there are two images derived from her body, that they are two completely different selves.

Those two different selves are on opposite sides, natural enemies, opponents.

One of them is like a girl's desire, a girl's instinct; The other is the girl's own sanity, restraint, which she calls herself.

The two of them bit at each other, and neither of them would bow their heads.

One of them was thinking about the finger bread that he had bought this morning, and the other was thinking that the rest of the food except for the finger cake was not enough to provide the human body.

"That finger cake has more than 300 calories, and I have consumed more than 700 calories all day today."

"It's just more than a hundred calories, it doesn't matter."

"These pastries look so oily, and the calories are definitely not low."

"My basal metabolism has to help me consume more than 1,000 calories."

"Eat, eat, didn't you eat for the first two days?"

"If I had eaten too much today, wouldn't the efforts of the previous two days be in vain?"

"Eat only one, just eat one, and it won't get in the way."

"As long as I eat one, I will definitely eat all these pastries."

"Actually, I'm not fat, so there's no need to embarrass myself."

"It's said that it's going to be reduced to ninety pounds, but it's not even counted."

……

These two different voices, one left and one right, take turns, and they are constantly arguing, arguing.

The girl they are arguing with has a headache, and the girl who is noisy is anxious.

The girl's desires and instincts tell the girl that she is going to eat these pastries, but the girl's reason and restraint at the same time remind the girl that this is absolutely impossible.

These two forces are simply equal.

However, desire and reason, instinct and restraint, they are natural enemies, and it is difficult to choose.

But the girl was caught between the two, and the girl only felt as if she was being cut piece by piece, being torn apart.

"No, you can't eat it, you can't!"

After struggling for too long, this was the final decision the girl made.

The girl jumped up from the bed, threw the old pastries into the trash can next to the bed, and immediately turned off the light.

In the dark, the girl tore through the sheets on the bed and covered herself up.

It was only a short ten seconds, and the girl had done this series of things, neatly.

The girl really didn't want to give herself too much time to hesitate.