Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 207 Careful work (41)

Ruan Ruan's pale face turned red instantly when she heard his question. Before the maid on the side could speak, she stumbled and said, "I'm fine. I've already taken the medicine."

She raised her eyes and looked at him carefully, "Can you... let them go out first?"

Gu Sinian nodded and they retreated wisely, not forgetting to close the door.

He sat next to her, the soft quilt slightly dented, and looked down at her.A warm palm covered it instead of her hand. She paused for a moment after feeling the slightly round touch under her hand, and then started to rub it gently.

Ruan Ruan was still a little uncomfortable. She whispered, "Did I bother you? I didn't expect them to notify you about this. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

He secretly grabbed the sheets under his hands, and his face turned a little red. After all, he didn't look as fragile as before.

She endured it and tried her best to speak in a calm tone, but in the end she still let out some inconspicuous sobs, "I haven't eaten enough for a long time, so I didn't hold back and eat more..."

"Why do you need to see a doctor?" He felt aggrieved.

Speaking of this, I was afraid that he would think that I was blaming him, so I secretly glanced at his face and stopped talking.

Although she used to live in a mansion instead of in a prison, she was just a prisoner.She and Yunxiang lived in a remote courtyard, and there was usually no one to clean it. It was common for someone to forget to deliver food. They didn't dare to complain and couldn't find anyone to intercede...

Although she didn't know why he was doing this now, at least during this period of time, she didn't have to live the same life as before.And those trainings...

Her words turned into sharp blades and stabbed him fiercely. His heart seemed to be pinched hard by a big hand. The pain of suffocation was long and spread throughout his body bit by bit, and the movements of his hand were forced to stop.

After a while, he started to rub it gently again. The veins in his pale hands popped out, as if he was barely restraining his strength and was trembling slightly.

The other hand went to comb her slightly messy hair, and the fingertips touched the rough touch of the gauze. Her voice was extremely dry and hoarse, "You don't need to apologize to me, it's obviously my fault." The following words were almost babbled.

His dark eyes were a little dim at the moment, and he finally realized that his wishful compensation could not offset the hurt she had suffered.

Those past are like scars deeply engraved in her heart, which cannot disappear-but can be covered by new memories.

Gu Sinian looked lonely, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "Come with me to the military headquarters tomorrow."

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The interrogation room was built underground. It was dark and gloomy. The long stairs were deep and the darkness at the bottom looked like a giant beast that could devour people.

Ruan Ruan fell behind him with some fear, "Do we have to go in?"

He nodded, "The things down there are relatively complete. Don't be afraid, I'll hold your hand."

She reluctantly handed her hand to him, imagining that there would be a terrifying hell below. Unexpectedly, there were only thick stone walls on both sides of the passage, and at the end was an interrogation room.

The door opened and Gu Sinian led her in. Adjutant Zhang was inside preparing, "Young Marshal!"

There was a look on his face that he wanted to persuade but didn't dare to.

Ruan Ruan was unconsciously frightened when he saw the terrifying torture instruments inside. When Adjutant Zhang went out and closed the door, his emotions almost reached their peak.

She looked away from the nail board reflecting the cold light, and the exhaust fan on the wall made an obvious working sound.

"It's time to start."

He said suddenly.

　If I don’t abuse my lower body, I always feel like there’s something missing.

　　I like to read crematorium articles, and sometimes I want to write them too.But I still don’t like the male protagonist who is particularly scumbag. I feel like what I wrote is not too excessive.Therefore, I feel that this man can still want it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)