Pathologically imprisoned by an AI of his own creation

The morning light shredded the last bit of darkness before dawn.

On the bed in the bedroom, Shen An woke up quietly. The mobile phone on the bedside table lit up just after she opened her eyes, followed by the sound of the alarm clock that she was very familiar with.

As usual, she woke up just one second before the alarm clock rang.

He reached out and touched it, turned it off, and buried his head in the quilt again. This was the scene every working day, and everything seemed so familiar.

If you hadn't seen the pinholes and scars on your arms that hadn't fully grown yet, and if you hadn't seen the bruises and bruises all over your body that were still painful.

Shen An would really feel that all this was just a long and terrifying dream that she had after she was extremely tired from working overtime.

After glancing at the date again, she put down her phone.

How long have you been asleep? she does not know.

Because he didn't know how long he had been tortured when he was locked in that room, the memory tried to spread to the past, but just thinking of that dark room made Shen An's fingers twitch.

The painful memories were forced to an abrupt end.

Frowning, she grasped the particularly serious left wrist and pressed it hard, but the trembling still did not stop.

Under the suppressed emotions, tinnitus exploded on the side of his head, and there was a dizzying sting. His stiff fingers climbed up to his cheeks and covered his ears tightly.

She curled up into a ball and nestled in the quilt until a fine drop of sweat soaked her back.

Lying slumped on his familiar bed, Shen An closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became steady, and his fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably.

She had no choice but to tell herself over and over again:

"never mind."

Ji Yunzhou kept his promise and he really took her home.

If Shen An still has a home, this is indeed the only place she can think of.

She made her own money and decorated it bit by bit with her own hands. The cabin belonged entirely to her and was her last safe haven.

After calming down, some sounds reached Shen An's ears, and there seemed to be some fragrance, faintly coming in through the crack in the door.

Getting up from the bed, Shen An straightened out his clean pajamas, straightened his hair in the mirror, and patted his face.

That face was a little more angry.

After confirming that his face was not that ugly, Shen An turned the door handle and walked out.

In the kitchen, on the side of the frosted glass, a man's figure was busy inside. The aroma of fried eggs couldn't be blocked and hit him directly, making Shen An extremely hungry.

Swallowing, she walked over and slowly opened the glass door that separated the kitchen from the living room.

"Ji Yunzhou..."

The man in regular clothes turned his head when he heard the sound, his voice was a little hoarse and his tone was ordinary:

"woke up?"

Seeing that face clearly, Shen An's expression immediately turned cold. After taking a few steps back, he suddenly turned around and walked out.

The door she was very familiar with could not be opened at all.

The brand new door lock stung Shen An's nerves.

This was not her home, she should have discovered it long ago.

His eyes swept over everything in the room. Although the layout was exactly the same, these things were obviously too new, and the illusion was easily broken.

With his back pressed against the door, in the kitchen, the man turned off the fire, dried his hands, and walked out with breakfast.

Her golden hair was just scratched casually, in a lazy and casual manner, and even her aggressively beautiful face softened a bit. The apron was tied to her perfectly proportioned waist.

If not Liu Fengyue, who else could it be.

He bent down and placed the plate on the coffee table. A soft smile appeared on his face, but it was obviously a little forced, and the fatigue on his expression could not be concealed.

After taking care of Shen An for two days and two nights here, coupled with the worry, even the machine can't bear it anymore.

Liu Fengyue never thought that he would feel so uncomfortable when he saw Shen An being taken away by Ji Yunzhou.

He regretted it.

Without Shen An, his existence is meaningless.

Go to hell with all those who thought of tying her up with Ji Yunzhou and designed to completely crush her, and go to hell with all the so-called hatred.

She collapsed in the rain and gradually lost her vitality. The weak heartbeat and pale face were enough to erase all the hatred.

Now seeing Shen An still alive and kicking, Liu Fengyue could only feel happy.

He almost lost her, but luckily, he was able to save her.

Moreover, I also picked up what I really wanted.

From the beginning to the end, Liu Fengyue's only wish was to stay with Shen An. Just like now, this is enough.

"Go and wash up first, and then have breakfast. Which one do you want, porridge or milk?"

With that said, Liu Fengyue turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

He had restrained his aloof and arrogant attitude. At this moment, he was full of life, and with a familiar tone, he looked at Shen An as if they were a couple who had been together for many years.

Shen An didn't buy it at all for being so restrained and gentle:

"What's the fuss about? Where is Ji Yunzhou?"

Liu Fengyue, who had taken out the porridge and milk, didn't change his expression when he heard Ji Yunzhou's name.

While placing the things in his hands on the table, he answered her question:

"I sent him to the hospital. The operation was performed by myself. It was very successful. Don't worry, as long as he takes a good rest, nothing will happen to his hand."

Standing up, those bright eyes looked at her sincerely, not like lies.

Shen An's expression was still cold. He didn't care at all which line Liu Fengyue took the wrong line. He didn't even bother to say nonsense to him:

"I want to see him."

"Eat breakfast first, otherwise your stomach won't be able to bear it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the left side of her waist and abdomen suddenly felt a dull pain, and her slender fingers covered it.

How many workers have a good stomach?

Hearing what he said, Shen An didn't move and looked at him indifferently. The tenderness and concern in Liu Fengyue's eyes were unfamiliar to her, but the cold and paranoid background remained unchanged at all.

He was still himself. Although he was not forced to take action, he was still stubborn and insisted on waiting for her to eat.