Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Mo Ziqi lowered his head, looking at the little girl's delicate and soft appearance, most of the previous fear in his heart had disappeared.

But he still couldn't bear to let her go, and hugged her tightly all the time. Seeing that he promised himself that he would never leave again, he didn't say anything, just lowered his head and kept entangled her delicate lips.

The lips and teeth of the two intertwined without any color, they just caressed and comforted each other tenderly, so as to eliminate the uneasiness in each other's hearts.

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When Xin Xiaotian opened his eyes, what he saw was pitch black again.

He has been locked in a dark room these days, and he is used to seeing things in a dark environment.

He looked at the room he lived in, and a helpless wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought it was amazing that he was not crazy after being locked up for so long without knowing the day and night?Is his endurance increased?

From the day Xin Ziwen brought him back, he was imprisoned. The room he lived in had nothing but a bed.

Three meals a day are delivered to him, but Xin Xiaotian has been on a hunger strike.

He wanted to die, he didn't want to drag Xin Miaomiao down, he knew that Xin Ziwen wanted to use him to threaten Xin Miaomiao, and he didn't want him to succeed, so he wanted to commit suicide.

But Xin Ziwen didn't let him die, the place he gave him didn't have anything to kill himself, he couldn't even hit a wall.

He wanted to die, and the only thing he could do was to go on a hunger strike and starve himself to death.

It's just that his method didn't work either, because the way Xin Ziwen hung him with the nutrition needle didn't let him die.

As of today, he has not eaten for eighteen days, and his cheeks, which had been fattened up at Mo's house with great difficulty, are now terribly thin.

For the past [-] days, he has been forcibly tied to the bed, and he has not walked on the ground. His muscles have also shrunk, and his whole body seems to have shrunk.

Every day in his dreams, he dreamed that he was dead and did not drag his daughter down.

It is a pity that the reality is cruel, every day he looks at himself and finds that he is still alive, which makes him very frustrated.

He is now looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, his expression almost numb.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, but he didn't respond, anyway, no one would come here except Xin Ziwen.

Speaking of Xin Ziwen, Xin Xiaotian felt that he was more crazy than himself.

He would come to see him every day, sit by the bed and chat with him every day, and the topic of conversation every day was Xin Miaomiao...

When Xin Xiaotian first heard that he coveted Xin Miaomiao, he was going crazy with anger, but after listening to it a lot, he became numb.

He felt that Xin Ziwen was like a lunatic, living in his own fantasy every day, and having a perverted attachment to his daughter, such a person is simply a pervert!

When the door was opened and the light from outside came in, Xin Xiaotian didn't turn his head to look at it. He closed his eyes, not wanting the light to hurt his eyes.

"Sleeping?" Xin Ziwen's gentle voice rang in his ears.

Xin Xiaotian closed his eyes, not giving any response.

And Xin Ziwen didn't care, obviously he was completely used to this kind of situation, he sat on the edge of his bed with a smile on his lips, and just started his daily routine, imagining how he and Xin Miaomiao would meet in the future Some "sweet" life.

Xin Xiaotian still kept his eyes closed, his expression didn't change a bit, and even his eyelashes rarely trembled.