Even knowing that there are only two of them in the house.
Tan Bengbeng still did not relax his vigilance.
After a simple rinse, I immediately changed my clothes and came out of the bathroom.
As soon as I walked back to the room, the first thing I saw was steaming ginger soup on the table.
A note was pressed under the bowl.
Flamboyantly written two words as arrogant as its owner: "Drink."
The commanding tone made Tan Bengbeng frowned.
He stared at the ginger soup in his hand but didn't drink it.
She hasn't been able to trust anyone easily, to the point where she dares to drink anything.
What's more, the man who gave her ginger soup was still in this room yesterday, treating her like a beast...
Tan Bengbeng thought of something and turned to look at the bed in the room.
The bed sheet and quilt cover were still the same set she had yesterday, and the red blood stains on them had dried to dark red.
On the bed sheets, there are still traces of the man's crazy past, mottled and glaring...
Just looking at the bed in front of her, what happened last night flooded into her mind uncontrollably.
Tan Bengbeng didn't make the bed, but turned his head to look for something that could contact Nian Xiaomu in the room.
computer, phone...
Nothing at all.
In the room, not even a TV could be found.
At first glance, it looks white like a hospital patient.
But if you stay for a long time, you will find that despair is like hell.
As if back in ancient times, there are no modern communication tools!
She bit her lip to calm herself down.
She went out and walked around just now. The island doesn't look very big. It is surrounded by the sea and there is no boat in sight.
In addition, there is only this one house on the island, and the seemingly simple decoration in the house, in fact, all living facilities and equipment are very advanced and complete...
She guessed that this was a private island.
It's not that there are no tools to communicate with the outside world in the house, it's just that she doesn't have any in this room.
What about the living room
Or that man's room...
Tan Bengbeng put down the ginger soup in his hand and walked out the door.
As soon as the door was opened, the wheelchair suddenly appeared in front of her, and the indifferent face of the man on the wheelchair made her take a few steps back in fright!
When she regained her senses, her eyes widened, and she looked at the man who appeared at the door of her room when it was dark.
There was a vigilant look in his eyes.
She couldn't move yesterday, so she could only let him do whatever he wanted.
But if he wants to repeat the old trick today, she will definitely break his third leg and make him a real useless person!
"Drink it and you'll be able to talk tomorrow."
The man didn't seem to care about the hostility in her eyes, and handed her a small bottle of medicine in his hand.
Seeing that Tan Bengbeng didn't answer in a daze, he raised his hand and put the medicine bottle on the small shelf next to the door, and pushed the wheelchair away.
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
He just came to deliver her medicine
Tan Bengbeng stared at the small medicine bottle on the shelf, picked it up and took a look.
A small tea-colored glass medicine bottle without any description of the efficacy of the medicine.
Not even a drug name.
She opened the bottle cap and sniffed it, but she was able to tell the smell of several anti-inflammatory and throat-good herbs contained in the potion.
After a moment of hesitation, I realized that it was inconvenient for me not to be able to speak.
Gritting his teeth, he drank the potion in his hand.
The cool potion slid down her throat, and after a few seconds, she already felt that the tingling feeling in her throat was gone.
After coughing twice, the dryness that had been stuck in my throat disappeared.