She hasn't eaten for two days.

Xia Jin's face was very pale, and her whole body looked weak and powerless.

She knew that this was his torture for her. Without food, it didn't look light or heavy, and it didn't look like she was tortured and made bloody.

But this method is often the most painful, especially for her. He probably knows very well that her body and will's tolerance for pain exceeds the bottom line of ordinary people.

But hunger is different. It corrodes your will little by little. She knew that he was waiting for her to beg him.

It was easy to get out of this cell, but it was impossible to escape from his grasp. What's more, she had never thought of escaping.

Unfortunately, he misjudged one thing. A smile appeared on Xia Jin's lips, her hands tightly covered her abdomen, and the earth-shaking pain in her stomach hit her even more intensely.

She felt like she was going to die from the pain.

This is what Gong Shentuo saw when he arrived. Xia Jin's small body was huddled in the corner, her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, even her lips were green, and cold sweat was constantly breaking out on her forehead.

The temples on his sides were almost wet, and his face seemed to be distorted from enduring several degrees of pain. His teeth were biting his lips tightly, as if to prevent himself from making a sound.

She looked like a miserable, bullied kitten.

The cell door was opened, and Gong Shentuo walked over step by step, walked up to her, and then squatted down. There was only calmness and indifference on his handsome face, like the surface of a cold winter lake.

He deliberately ignored the growing pain.

"Xia Jin," his lips curved into a warm smile, with a lazy sarcasm, "your acting skills are pure and pure, but it's a pity that you still play the usual tricks."

When she heard his voice, she opened her eyes with difficulty, looked at him for three seconds, and smiled slowly, "If you don't save me, I will definitely die."

Her voice was soft, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Gong Shentuo narrowed his eyes and clasped his hands around her waist. Before she could say anything, her body went limp and she fell into his arms.

"Boss," Cheng reminded in a low voice from behind, "I think this young lady is indeed seriously ill. Do you want to call the doctor over to take a look at her?"

Gong Shentuo's eyes turned cold, he stretched out his arms to hug her up, then strode out the door, "Tell the doctor to go to my bedroom."

Gong Shentuo's face was ugly. The first thing he felt when he held her in his hands was that this woman had lost a lot of weight. He had hugged her many times. She originally had a slender figure, but now she was just a handful.

Bones are broken, at least ten kilograms less.

Shouldn't she have been living a happy life after leaving him? Why did she still look so bad? If not, why did she leave him? Why did she betray him?

Is he not treating her well? How else can he treat her well?

When Xia Jin opened her eyes, she felt as if she had finally woken up from a long nightmare.

Familiar bedroom, familiar sunshine, familiar everything.

Blinking again, she reluctantly sat up from the pillow. His scent seemed to still linger in the air, and the corners of Xia Jin's lips curled up unconsciously.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed with bare feet. There was a thick carpet on the floor. She was startled. She had found this carpet in the local market when she accompanied him to India three years ago.

Bubbles, I have to buy them back.

At that time, he still looked unhappy.
Chapter completed!