She thought bitterly, ignoring her subconscious thoughts.
Right now, she had to find a way to escape and escape with Leng Feiyan.
"I want to see my big brother."
She wanted to break away from his arms.
But he hugged her tightly.
"When you are pregnant with the child, I will naturally let you see her."
Chu Yue was furious, "Mu Youche, you want to find someone to have a baby with. There are so many women in the world, why does it have to be me."
Mu Youche looked at her quietly, his eyes were calm, and there seemed to be no anger or emotion, "Because I just want you to give birth to me. I don't care about others."
Chu Yue sneered, it was too funny, not rare, didn’t he have several of them?
"I want to see my elder brother." She demanded stubbornly.
Mu Youche ignored him, and Chu Yue started a hunger strike.
Mu Youche took away her knife and silkworm silk, and took away her secret belt, which contained various medicinal powders and pills.
Chu Yue did not expect this to happen, so she became more determined to go on a hunger strike.
Let her see how he treats the woman who wants to give birth to his child.
On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Chu Yue had been hungry for several days and felt weak.
Even if I have the inner strength, I can't hold on.
Mu Youche looked at her angrily, "Aren't you afraid that I will really kill him?"
"If he dies, I will kill myself immediately. Although I can't beat you, I still have the ability to commit suicide."
Chu Yue looked at him coldly.
Mu Youche was so angry that he hit the pillar of the room with his palm. With a "click", the pillar collapsed.
But she didn't move.
She is gambling.
He hugged her and ran out. He compromised, "I'll take you there right now."
Chu Yue's heart relaxed and she passed out. She was tired and hungry, and she had to endure his ravages. She couldn't hold on.
When she woke up, she found a new house, which was spacious and clean. There were light porridge and vegetables on the table, and the fragrance was fragrant.
Chu Yue's stomach growled.
Mu Youche had no expression on his face, picked her up and sat on the Arhat bed below, feeding her himself.
Chu Yue refused, "I have hands."
Mu Youche turned her eyes coldly, she snorted, and started to drink the porridge with his hand.
The porridge was fragrant and the temperature was moderate. He fed her most of the bowl of porridge with a porcelain spoon, and then ate a little snack before letting her go.
"I'm not full yet."
Chu Yue's eyes almost burst into flames.
Mu Youche hummed, "Don't you like hunger strikes? You don't have to eat enough."
