Tang Mumu slept for a long time, and when she opened her eyes again, she was still the cold and snow-white ceiling, and absurdity and disgust overwhelmed her.

Her god is empty, and compared with the girl who was full of energy a few days ago, she is completely like two people.

Tang Mumu endured the feeling of nausea in his heart, turned over, half of his face fell into the core of the down pillow, and tears slid down silently.

In the past few days, she has completely lost her sense of time, and the only thing she can do every day is to sleep and look at the ceiling in a daze.

She hadn't eaten anything since she was locked in, but she didn't feel hungry at all.

Her lips were white and even a little chapped, because she rarely drank water, just because drinking water would face a very embarrassing problem, that is, going to the toilet.

Tang Mumu remembered that the last time a man heard her make this request, he was also stunned, as if he had never thought of this question, and he was again interested.

But he finally had a little humanity, unhandcuffed her, and carried her to the bathroom, but he didn't leave, just stood on the side.

Tang Mumu was about to collapse, he really cried out, and let out a roar of resistance, before he touched his nose and withdrew.

Tang Mumu was ashamed to death when she thought about it, and her nails even scratched the silk under her body and cracked a crack.

"Bastard."

This neurotic bastard, beast, hypocrite, paranoid and perverted, why the hell did this to her!

She tried to think back to the experience of the past few days, and she couldn't think of what she had offended this man.

He even said that he was very satisfied with her body.

Fart!

If that's the case, then he tried his best to seduce him three years ago, and he was calm and calm?

Tang Mumu scolded the eighteenth generation of Si Hanjue's ancestor in his heart, and his whole little face was so angry and cold that when he heard someone coming in at the door, he was as stiff as wood and couldn't move.

"Knock."

The sound of dishes clattering.

The man's deep voice sounded, "Get up and eat." ”

Tang Mumu was generally motionless when she died, and she protested to the end by hunger strike.

But today, the man did not come and go as he used to be, and he stood quietly by the bed for a while, keeping his eyes fixed on the girl's fake face.

After a while, Tang Mumu heard the sound of undressing, and the whole person tensed up nervously.

As soon as she turned her head, sure enough, Si Hanjue was staring at her condescendingly, and his subordinates had already unbuttoned three shirt buttons and pulled off their ties.

Facing her frightened pupils, Si Hanjue turned his head handsomely, and the movements in his hands did not stop.

"Since you don't want to eat, start fulfilling your obligations."

"Obligation, what obligation?"

The man let out a soft voice, and one of his long legs pressed against the bed, approaching her, "What do you say? ”

Of course, Tang Mumu would not stupidly think that the man kidnapped her and locked her up in this dark room, just to chat with her under the quilt.

The man had made it clear that he was interested in her body and wanted her to be ready to be blessed at any time.

When the man's slightly cool lips fell, Tang Mumu staggered and pursed his lips.

She pushed the man's shoulder with one hand without strength, and endured it for a long time before she compromised, "Can you let me eat first, I'm very hungry." ”

Si Hanjue put his arms on the side of her neck, and his thin lips were imprinted behind her ears.

After a long time, the man let out an incomprehensible laugh, slowly got up, and retreated to the side of the sofa to sit down.

Tang Mumu sat up extremely depressed, and was annoyed to see that the man had just picked up the novel on the bookcase next to him, and couldn't help but throw the pillow over.

"Smack-"

The man reached out and caught the pillow firmly, revealing his still indifferent face.

"Want to continue?"

"Nope." Tang Mumu picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of millet porridge, and looked at the full and shiny rice grains for a long time, but he was not in the mood to swallow it.

She said a little dejectedly: "Si Hanjue, why me?" ”