She slowly raised her hand to touch the face, but her vision suddenly became clear. Her eyes flashed and she suddenly lowered her hand.

Lu Jingchi helped her, scooped a spoonful of porridge on his own and continued to put it in her mouth. Jiang Lan closed his eyes and twisted his head to the side.

The man's eyes darkened, and his hand that fell on Jiang Lan Jiang Lan's shoulder turned and pinched her jaw. Jiang Lan felt pain and had to open his mouth.

The warm porridge instantly slid into her mouth, choking her and coughing continuously, and most of the porridge was coughed out by her.

She coughed so hard that even rice pellets were in her nose, which made her eyes gradually turn red.

Jiang Lan's face was pale, and when his eyes were red, it looked particularly obvious and particularly attractive.

Just like a dry desert, blooming roses swaying.

Lu Jingchi looked expressionless. He didn't care whether she coughed or not, and poured porridge into her mouth spoonful of porridge.

Jiang Lan raised his weak hand and pushed the bowl in his hand, but his whole body was soft and his fingers fell on his arm, as if he was stroking it.

In desperation, she gritted her teeth tightly and refused to drink the porridge he sent.

The man pinched her jaw and tried hard, as if he wanted to crush her bones.

Jiang Lan couldn't stand the pain and had to open his mouth again. He patiently scooped a spoonful of porridge and poured it into her mouth.

Jiang Lan gave up and swallowed the porridge in his mouth with his fate.

The room became quiet, and only the sound of bowls and spoons colliding were left.

After a bowl of porridge was at its bottom, Lu Jingchi put down the bowl, Jiang Lan, and got up to leave.

Before he could raise his foot, Jiang Lan grabbed the corner of his windbreaker.

He turned his head slightly, and his calm eyes stared at her faintly.

Jiang Lan looked at him with tears in his eyes, looking very pitiful.

She opened her mouth and squeezed out two words: "Out, go..."

“What are you going out for?”

"Li, Zhang..."

Lu Jingchi pinched the corner of his clothes and pulled it back suddenly. Jiang Lan's hands were empty and she fell on the bed weakly.

He said nothing, turned his head and walked out.

Jiang Lan dragged his weak body down from the bed. Before he could stand firm, his feet became weak and he fell heavily to the ground.

She used her hands and feet together and crawled out toward the door with difficulty, trying to catch up with him.

But before the door was reached, the bedroom door was closed.

Jiang Lan lay on the cold floor, staring at the door tightly, and tears finally fell from her eyes.

Why...she didn't understand why Lu Jingchi treated her like this.

He could be as tolerant and pampered as Xia Yan, but he was so cold and heartless towards her.

He didn't love her, but he refused to let her go.

Now even going out of this door has become a luxury.

What did she do wrong...

Jiang Lan bit the back of his hand and cried on the ground, crying silently and heart-wrenchingly.

The fatigue of being desperate came up again. She turned her head slightly and glanced at the bowl at the head of the bed.

Her eyes were staring at the bowl, and her breath gradually became rapid.

When she came to her senses, she had already climbed to the head of the bed and grabbed the tray with her hands.

She pulled it gently, flipped the tray, and the dishes fell to the ground, falling into pieces.

Jiang Lan trembled and grabbed the fragments on the ground and aimed the sharp edge at his wrist.

Without any hesitation, the sharp fragments pressed against the skin, and she scratched it with all her strength.

There was no blood at once, but the flesh was cut open, and the red flesh inside could be vaguely seen.
Chapter completed!