Pathologically imprisoned by an AI of his own creation

After a bottle of medicine was taken down, Shen An's limbs became numb and he no longer had the strength to lift.

All she could do was close her eyes and bite her lower lip, as if she couldn't see anything and didn't have to accept everything in front of her.

In my ears, the sound of the man's footsteps gradually faded away.

After the lust dissipated, Liu Fengyue remembered the purpose of his trip - to deliver food to her.

His fingertips touched the wall of the bowl. The originally warm porcelain bowl had completely cooled down. He frowned in displeasure and took out the cold food.

Shen An pricked up her ears, listened to the sound of the door opening and closing, and took a long breath. Just when she thought she could finally be relieved for a while, Liu Fengyue came in again carrying warm food.

And she was still lying on the bed silently wiping tears. She didn't expect that he would come back so quickly. Tears hung in the corners of her eyes, and she didn't even have time to wipe them away.

In fact, she didn't have much strength and couldn't wipe it.

Her weak body was nestled in the white quilt, her eyes were gleaming with autumn water, but her expression had a hint of forbearance, which made people want to bully her even more than loving her.

But in Liu Fengyue's eyes, the only response was indifference.

He looked at the person on the hospital bed indifferently, walked to her side with the dinner plate in his hand, caught a glimpse of the flash of anger and belated fear in her eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly.

The white jade-like spoon stirred in the bowl. The steaming porridge was fragrant. After scooping up a spoonful, he first brought it to his mouth and blew it gently, and then touched it to the corner of Shen An's mouth.

"Ah~"

Shen An was indifferent and lay stiffly on the bed. Sensing a hint of gunpowder, she closed her eyes and didn't look at him.

Liu Fengyue was not angry, and all the negative emotions on his face were restrained. He put on that gentle look, with doting and urging eyes:

"Be good~ Open your mouth and listen to the doctor, then you will be cured~"

But she was determined not to accept his charity, and still pressed her lips tightly together. The next second, the man's iron-like fingers pinched her chin.

The irresistible overbearing force pried open her teeth, almost pinching her jaw to the point of dislocation.

Lifting her chin up, Liu Fengyue poked the spoonful of cold porridge onto the base of her tongue without any hesitation. With a push of her palm, she closed her teeth and swallowed a mouthful of porridge.

"Cough cough!"

Being forced to swallow made Shen An's throat feel stiff, as if it had touched her trachea. She turned her head and coughed desperately, her chest rising and falling with her movements, and he pinched her chin again, causing her head to straighten.

"So cute~"

Liu Fengyue looked at her condescendingly, with the 'gentle' smile still in his eyes, which made her shudder. He scooped up another spoonful and handed it over without even blowing on it.

"Here, have another bite."

The hot bottom of the spoon made the corners of his mouth hurt. Shen An desperately tried to turn his head to refuse, but he couldn't move an inch. He forcefully took another hot mouthful, and his whole esophagus was burning with pain.

"It seems that my baby likes this bowl of porridge very much~"

Seeing her frowning in pain, Liu Fengyue smiled even more. Although he stopped feeding, the hand that clamped her jaw was still holding her tightly, making sure that she swallowed completely before letting go.

Without the restraint, she tried to turn her head. Her tongue was so hot that it hurt, and the anesthetic had little effect and she couldn't speak. Tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably.

"Why are you crying?"

Putting down the bowl in his hand, he slowly leaned over and brushed away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his hot fingertips, which made Shen An's body tremble.

Only then did she realize that he had been holding the bowl directly. He couldn't feel the hot hand? Won't it hurt?

"Don't you like it?"

He gently rubbed her cheek, but when Shen An didn't respond, he pinched her cheek hard, his sharp eyes piercing, forcing her to look at him.

"say."

But Shen An really didn't know how to respond. She had not forgotten what she had experienced in the basement. The more she begged for mercy, the more she had to endure.

Closing her eyes in pain, she shook her head tremblingly, tears rolling down into her hair again.

"Shake your head? What are you denying?"

The increasingly cold voice made her heart tremble, but the unexpected pain did not continue to hit her.

Instead, the pressure on his cheeks relaxed.

The warm breath gradually faded away, and she opened her eyes with fear. The light above Liu Fengyue looked at her with a kind face:

"It seems that I misunderstood."

As he said that, he picked up his rice bowl again, sank to the bedside, and sat next to her, with a warm spring breeze on his face, but his tone was extremely mocking:

"However, I clearly know that I don't like ill-behaved patients, and the more I resist, the more I will be punished, but I still continue to resist again and again."

"You just like this feeling of being forced and the pleasure of being obsessed with it."

Seeing Shen An shake his head quickly, slurring the word "no", and putting the porridge in the spoon to his mouth again and blowing on it, he handed it to her with a smile.

This time, Shen An obediently opened his mouth and swallowed.

"That's right~ You're so good~"

With his hands free, he touched her head, gently and considerately, and fed her a whole bowl of porridge.

Throwing the empty bowl aside, Liu Fengyue gently wiped away the marks on the corners of her mouth, leaned closer and asked her with a smile: "How are you, are you full?"

Without thinking, Shen An nodded quickly. Under such pressure, only despair and fear were left in her mind, and she no longer felt the so-called hunger.

Seeing her lying numbly and tense all over, Liu Fengyue raised her lips with satisfaction, lay down next to her, and held her in his arms through the soft quilt.

His breath gently tickled her earlobes, bringing a burst of warmth that made her body tighten even more. She didn't dare to move, only the heart in her chest was beating harder and harder.

Liu Fengyue began to play with her hair carelessly.

Seeing that she had no response and seemed bored, he began to bite her earlobe gently and asked her in a low voice:

"Don't you have anything you want to tell me?"

His hand reached into the warm quilt from the other end, and the force became stronger, as if forcing her to answer.

"No...no."

Her indifference did not make Liu Fengyue flinch even a little bit. Instead, she smiled and her deep voice was full of bewitching power:

"Are you really not going to ask? The patient behaved so well just now~ Dr. Liu is in a good mood now, maybe he can answer any questions you have~"

The warm breath tickled her neck, her limbs were weak and weak, her sense of touch became more acute, and the strange sensations in some places became more obvious.

With her throat rolling, she fought against her uncontrollable reaction and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Why me?"

After saying what she had been wanting to ask, the tip of her nose instantly became sour.

She closed her eyes again, trying to cover up her vulnerability, but heard Liu Fengyue chuckle into her ear.