Before he could finish his words, Gu Youran suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Her force was so light that Shi Heng could break free with just a little effort, but he froze in place and dared not move.
"Your hands are shaking." She placed her palm on the back of his hand. "Heng, you are shaking."
Only then did Shi Heng realize that his fingers were indeed trembling uncontrollably, and the bowl of porridge was also shaking slightly.
"fraud."
Her voice was soft, but it pierced his heart like a knife. "Your stomach is cramping with hunger, do you think I can't feel it?"
Shi Heng's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly snatched the bowl, tilted his head back and took a big gulp.
"Satisfied?" He forced a smile, with a little porridge on the corner of his mouth.
Gu Youran wiped it off for him with her thumb. "Eat another half bowl, just like... eating with me."
Shi Heng chewed mechanically, but could not taste anything.
All his attention was focused on Gu Youran, watching her gradually close her eyelids and slide into the pillow bit by bit.
"Go to sleep." He put down the bowl and tucked the quilt into her.
When her breathing finally became long, Shi Heng gently pulled out the corner of her clothes that she was holding.
In the training room on the first floor, the sandbags were shaking violently under the torrential rain of fists.
The bandaged right hand was already seeping with blood again, but Shi Heng seemed to feel no pain, and each of his punches was accompanied by a dull sound.
"Young Master!" The bodyguard who came rushing over after hearing the voice stood at the door and didn't dare to get close.
Shi Heng turned a deaf ear and delivered his last powerful punch, which directly pierced through the sandbag.
The moment the sandbag exploded, he finally fell to his knees and pounded the ground with his bloody fist.
one time.
Two times.
Three times...
Until a shiny leather shoe stepped on his wrist.
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