He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran's brows were frowning, pained, and her whole body ached. The back of her head was so painful that she gasped, and her head seemed to explode.

But she couldn't wake up, she was very tired, too tired.

With a crash, a bucket of cold water was poured down, and Song Ran was so cold as to wake up immediately. She trembled and opened her eyes, and at a glance she saw the man with a hideous look in front of her.

The nightmare invaded again. Song Ran looked around and found that she was still in the nightmare. She shivered with cold and looked up at the man: "Big brother...I...I won't call anymore, don't hit me. Up."

The man snorted coldly, "How good is it to know the times so early."

Song Ran was hurt all over, not only hurt, but also cold. Her lips trembled from the cold, but she didn't dare to tell a man that she knew how her face was tempting a man. If she said it, a man would take her. Clothes, that... the consequences are disastrous.

Song Ran tried his best to lower her posture and whispered: "I...I know, I won't call again."

The man patted her face, Song Ran almost vomited in nausea, shouting in his heart: Jingxing, Jingxing... Come and save me, come and save me.

Of course she knows that Han Yue must have tied her here. Han Yue, a bitch, is she really going to go all the way to the dark?

The man touched her face again: "Hungry?"

The man who tied her up told her not to abuse her excessively, but to save her life. Therefore, in terms of food and drink, he will not lose her. He will really break her body at that time, and he may not determine the remaining money. Can't get it yet.

At this moment, Song Ran is really hungry, she nodded: "Yes... I'm a little hungry."

Only by conserving physical strength can I have the strength to escape.

The man loosened her tie, and then stuffed a bowl of fried rice into her hand. The rice was cold and covered with two vegetable leaves, which was also cold.

Song Ran didn't dare to dislike it, so he could only eat slowly and chewing bit by bite.

The man seemed to be manic, so he kicked the stool abruptly: "Eat quickly."

Song Ran was so wronged that his eyes were red. What a fierce his mother, when my brother Jingxing arrives, I must ask him to beat you to death!

Kill you!

The meal was cold, and her body was cold. Song Ran felt that she hadn't been beaten to death by a man. She might have frozen to death first, but there is no way. She didn't dare to shout or escape. The man in front of her was slightly shorter than Jingxing. At first glance, Kong Wu was powerful, and if one fist fell, she might be killed directly.

She can't do it hard, she wants to outsmart.

She planed the rice bit by bit, and stared out of the window without a trace. The window was pitch black, and only the shadow of the whirling tree was projecting over, so that she could not see anything and couldn't judge where she was now.

After eating a bowl of cold rice, Song Ran felt that his intestines would be knotted, but at least, the hunger was eliminated.

She returned the bowl to the man, and the man picked up the rope on the ground again. Song Ran shook her foot and cautiously said: "Big brother, I won't run away, don't you need to tie it?"

The man glared at her viciously: "Shut up for me if you don't want to be beaten!"

Song Ran was too scared to speak.

The man tied her very firmly, her hands were tied behind her back, and she was tied to the chair again.

It was cold, cold to the bone, and miserable, but Song Ran did not dare to make any noise.

The needless struggle and resistance, in exchange for only beating and scolding, is meaningless.

She was so scarred that she could no longer get hurt.