Pathologically imprisoned by an AI of his own creation

With his fingers pressed on his red waist, most of Shen An's body hung on the edge of the toilet.

After vomiting for a while, she pressed the flush button and used it to use her fingers to gain strength, trying to struggle to get up.

But even her knees, which were sitting on the ground, were rubbed till they were crimson, and her bent waist still could not straighten up, with soreness and numbness attacking her spine in waves.

The warm water flowed around my legs.

Behind her, a big hand held the back of her neck again.

Seeing Shen An's weak look, Liu Fengyue used some force to slowly pull her upper body up from the cold porcelain surface.

She obviously guessed that she would feel uncomfortable now, most likely because the medicine she took on an empty stomach had irritated the already fragile gastric mucosa.

But when she thought of Shen An kissing Ji Yunzhou, the scene made Liu Fengyue uncomfortable.

So, he deliberately asked sourly:

"Why, just kissing me makes you want to puke so much?"

As he spoke, his body squatted down honestly.

Holding Shen An's weak legs, Liu Fengyue didn't want to torment her any more and planned to pick her up and take a rest.

I thought to myself, as long as Shen An has the slightest intention of denying it now.

Or, even if she didn't speak and was just silent, he would no longer embarrass her tonight.

However, Shen An asked reluctantly at this moment:

"What on earth did you do to Ji Yunzhou..."

"cut!"

He snorted disdainfully, his blue eyes darkening.

Hearing what Shen An was asking when she was weak and pressing her head, Liu Fengyue pushed her back to the toilet:

"If you feel sick, throw up as much as you want."

He spends all day talking about things he doesn't like to hear.

The smell of stomach acid is off-putting.

Liu Fengyue was dissatisfied and pushed her to the toilet to make her vomit.

Stimulated by both internal and external discomfort, Shen An's stomach twitched and he actually started vomiting again.

In the empty stomach, there was only gastric acid left to vomit. My throat was burning and painful, and it kept twitching in protest.

Even her eyes began to turn gray due to hypoglycemia.

As he felt dizzy, fluid rolled down from the corner of his mouth.

A sweet smell mixed with the corrosive sourness.

Liu Fengyue was much more perceptive than Shen An at this time.

Realizing something was wrong, he hurriedly pulled the person up immediately.

The gloomy eyes looked at the clear water, and a dazzling red color made the mechanical heart tighten.

Letting Shen An's weak head rest comfortably on his arm, Liu Fengyue lowered her head and looked at her again, asking softly, but her voice was trembling:

"What's wrong, Shen An? Don't scare me."

There was a frown on her pale face, and it was obvious that she couldn't respond to him.

it hurts...

It felt like a broken rib had been inserted into the stomach, and it hurt like hell.

His eyes were closed tightly, and the pain made Shen An's facial features a little distorted. There was only the thought of pain in his mind, and he could hear nothing and see nothing.

All I could do was break out in cold sweat.

In her arms, she clutched Liu Fengyue's chest with one hand.

The coldness gradually penetrated the half-wet fabric due to the nonsense just now, causing the body to tremble again, and the red knuckles were tightly clasped on the left side of the abdomen and twitching slightly.

The blood-tinged fluid dripped onto his clothes.

After giving her a simple examination and treatment in the bedroom, Liu Fengyue sullenly stepped on the accelerator and sent Shen An to the hospital after she fainted from vomiting.

So when she woke up from half-sleeping on her side, the first thing she saw was a hose tied to the back of her hand, connected to the medical solution.

There is a faint bitter medicinal smell in the air.

Most of the water in the bottle has gone down. Although the heartache has been relieved a lot, my stomach is still a little uncomfortable.

Holding it down gently, Shen An struggled to get up.

While looking at the surrounding environment with his somewhat hazy eyes, a magnetic voice suddenly sounded from the back of his head:

"Lie down!"

The rapid and powerful command made Shen An tremble with fright, and he lay down obediently subconsciously.

Turning her head to look at the source of the sound, she met a pair of eyes with obvious displeasure.

With her long legs crossed, Liu Fengyue looked unhappy. She placed the test results on the bedside table and looked at the person on the hospital bed with her arms folded.

With that look in her eyes, Shen An was worried whether he would rush up and beat her up in the next second, and then he shrank his head.

No, why should she be afraid of him.

Thinking about it, Shen An raised his head again unconvinced, and then completely softened after being glared at by him.

Forget it, a good man doesn't suffer immediate losses.

She was still feeling uncomfortable, why bother with a robot.

He simply turned around, closed his eyes and thought, when behind him, the strange voice sounded again:

"You are so capable. If you don't eat well, you still have to say that you are full. Now I'm fine. I have acute gastritis and hypoglycemia, so I have to go to the hospital."

The endless chatter was annoying, and with a cold snort, Shen An raised his hands to cover his ears.

He looked like he couldn't get enough oil and salt, and the willow wind and crescent moon itched with anger.

There was a heavy "cut" sound, and his voice amplified a bit:

"If I had known better, I shouldn't have sent you to the hospital. It hurt you to death last night—"

"I didn't ask you to help me in the first place, mind your own business."

Putting down his hands, Shen An, who was already irritable because of his illness, thought of Liu Fengyue's beastly behavior last night, and now she did not intend to coddle him:

"Have you said enough? When you're done, go out. I want to rest."

After she finished speaking, she rolled her eyes, making Liu Fengyue laugh angrily:

"Throw it away after use. It's really your style, Shen An."

He retorted, thinking of Shen An holding on to his clothes last night, humming and shouting: "Ling Si, I hurt...".

After confirming that she had recovered her memory, Liu Fengyue became even more angry and looked at her coldly with a sneer. She did not hesitate to raise Shen An's old background:

"Do you know what you were yelling about when you were in pain last night?"

The sudden question choked back the ridicule that Shen An wanted to blurt out.

Of course she didn't remember. She was almost in pain at that time, so how could she possibly say anything...

I thought so hard in my head.

My heart trembled when I got the answer.

That look of evasion made Liu Fengyue sneer even more:

"You shouted zero -"

"If there is no evidence, you can't just say whatever you want..."

An unfounded argument is actually an admission in disguise.

Seeing Shen An, he looked away again, with an expression that was obviously impatient, neither convinced nor aware of any problems with him.

Liu Fengyue raised her foot and kicked the bed gently or hard.

After a muffled sound, Shen An frowned and looked over.

In my ears, I heard the sound of his teeth grinding:

"Shen An, how old are you? You still need others to watch you every day in order to eat well."

"In just two years, you ended up with a gastric ulcer after eating the stomach I had worked so hard to nourish for you?"

The words were clearly meant to be concerned, but they only made Shen An more upset, and she spoke almost subconsciously:

"So what, isn't my death just what you want?"