"I want to eat your flesh!" Mo Ran answered him fiercely.
The man laughed again, his laughter somewhat enchanting, "You want to eat meat, good, I’ll cook some meat for you in a bit."
"I’m saying, I want to eat your flesh!"
"All right, no need to emphasize, I know you want to eat meat, pork, beef, or lamb? Right, you can’t eat lamb, well, let’s go with pork then."
Oh my God! Could this person be out of his mind?
He actually had the shamelessness to automatically filter out some words, twisting her meaning.
Mo Ran was truly so angry she could take it no longer and shut her mouth, refusing to talk to him anymore.
Seeing that she looked very tired, Gu Yixuan tucked her in and then left the room.
After he left, Mo Ran suddenly felt like crying. Gu Yixuan was a very obsessive person; once he decided to tie her down, he would surely do it, not allowing her to leave.
Was she really supposed to stay in bed for months, until the baby was born?
The mere thought was too frightening!
Yet, how could she leave? How could she break free from Gu Yixuan?
Mo Ran thought for a long time, and, exhausted by her thoughts, she fell asleep. She didn’t know how long she slept, but she was woken by the sound of a phone ringing. Opening her eyes, she found herself still in Gu Yixuan’s room.
The things she had dreamt in her dreams were not dreams; they were real. Gu Yixuan’s father had indeed killed her parents, and she was indeed imprisoned by him.
The phone kept ringing, its tone sounding somewhat insane.
A thought struck Mo Ran; she just needed to ask someone for help to rescue her. The phone was in the pocket of her clothes; she reached out to touch it. Her hand only reached as far as her chest, still a bit short of the distance.
Mo Ran strained to slide her body up, still falling a little short.
Luckily, she had trained in dance and was very flexible. She squeezed her body as much as she could; her hand extended downwards further, getting closer and closer...
Her wrist turned red from the strain of the effort, but she didn’t care.
As long as she could get to the phone.
Finally, her fingertips touched the phone. Mo Ran was overjoyed and continued to strive, pinching the phone between two fingers, intending to drag it up bit by bit.
Just then, the door suddenly opened. Mo Ran’s heart skipped a beat; Gu Yixuan had already strode over and snatched the phone she had barely managed to touch.
The ringing sounded over and over. Gu Yixuan saw that it was Mo Yan calling.
He smiled at Mo Ran and then left the room with the phone.
Mo Ran watched, dumbfounded, and her heart instantly cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations. Discover more novels at novel•fire.net