In the evening, it is still unavoidable to deliver food.
This time Ji Nuan could not avoid the disaster by burning her hands. Ajib asked Dali to follow her from morning to night. The only thing Ji Nuan could do was to observe Dali's habits.
Dali would drink some wine every day at lunch and dinner, but would not drink too much. He would not take a nap or get drunk and give others any chance to escape. For such a cautious and self-disciplined person, no wonder Ajib trusted him so much.
The old woman has helped Ji Nuan re-treat the gauze on her hand, but it is still an unprofessional way to bandage it. The burn on the back of Ji Nuan's hand is mixed with the color of herbal gray, which makes it look even more terrible. Fortunately, it is wrapped in white gauze. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to stand it.
As soon as Ji Nuan's figure appeared in Mo Jingshen's wooden house, he saw the man who was still sitting by the wall during the day. He was standing in front of the window with his back leaning against the wooden window sill and glanced coldly. She just walked in the door.
He could still stand up. It seemed that the water she force-fed him in the morning had some effect. At least he was not completely dehydrated.
Dali and the group of people were still standing outside, watching.
Ji Nuan silently carried the wooden tray in and took out the two bowls inside. Then she looked at Mo Jingshen and told him with her eyes to come and eat.
Mo Jingshen stood there motionless, just looking at her.
There was a kind of clear black in his eyes, and his eyes were cold and bright. While Dali's eyes were fixed on Ji Nuan, Mo Jingshen's eyes were very deep, and there was a warning of danger in the thick darkness.
Ji Nuan probably understood. He asked her to be honest and stop trying to find a way to rescue him here, let alone make any suspicious movements.
He was telling her to protect herself first.
Ji Nuan calmly looked at the food on the table, picked up the chopsticks and bowl, and walked towards him with them.
Mo Jingshen looked at her without moving.
Ji Nuan was thinking that if she had not been caught here before, she might still be waiting for the best rescue opportunity with Feng Ling and Nan Heng.
Now, since she was already alive and completely on the same rope as him, her first priority was not to protect herself, but to let him eat.
She has persisted for four days. If she continues without food or water, her child will be without a father.
The moment Ji Nuan approached with the bowl, Mo Jingshen's eyes became colder and colder.
Ji Nuan knew about the deadlock between the two of them. It was his fault whether he ate or not. But if he was force-fed, then at least it would be a different matter. After all, Mo Jingshen's strength should be the enemy now. But if she really wanted to force-feed her, he couldn't stop her, and Dali wouldn't think it was strange.
She took a mouthful of rice with chopsticks and put it to his mouth. The man still stood silently with his lips pursed as he did when he drank water in the morning.
Ji Nuan tried her best to make a few gestures at him. In fact, the gestures were also for Dali to see. She was expressing to Mo Jingshen that if he didn't eat, she would be killed. She clasped her hands again and said Looking at him with a pleading attitude, he begged him to eat.
Mo Jingshen looked at her coldly, suddenly sneered, took a chair in the wooden house and sat down. After sitting down, he remained silent the whole time.
It was as if an extreme mime was being staged in this large room, but there were countless sharp edges hidden in the silence. If the performance was not performed well, it would ruin the show.
Ji Nuan took a mouthful of rice, chewed it in her mouth, then opened her mouth and said "Ah" like a real mute, as if to tell him that the rice was very clean, made by her own hands, and not poisonous.
Mo Jingshen sat down on the wooden chair, raised his hand, and was about to knock over another bowl on the table next to him, when he was suddenly restrained by a very weak force.
He turned his head and saw that Ji Nuan's burned hand was already tightly holding the corner of his clothes with some force.
His eyes moved up to look at her coldly.
Ji Nuan moved her lips and carefully protected the bowl to prevent him from knocking it over. Seeing that the situation was really deadlocked, she heard Dali and the group of people outside seeming to be joking in Cambodian, and from time to time they could Some sarcastic laughter was heard.
They have guns in their hands, they have the power of life and death here, and they can watch from the outside as if they are watching the fun.
But Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen have to be on the line of life and death here, and if they are not careful, they will be doomed.
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How can you force a man to soften his heart in a reasonable way so that he can eat
Ji Nuan suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, and slowly knelt down under Mo Jingshen's extremely pale expression.
The man sat on the chair and looked at her figure that suddenly knelt down. His calm black eyes jumped vaguely, but it was only for a moment. He still looked at her expressionlessly, but his hands were on no one's hands. From an angle that was invisible, he was holding the armrest of the chair, his slender fingers tightening tighter and tighter, his joints turned white, but there was no difference in the emotions between his brows.
Ji Nuan was crying, begging and kneeling. Dali was looking very happy outside. Seeing Mo Jingshen like this, he showed no sign of eating. It seemed that the captured woman had nothing to do with him. , maybe even really not even Chinese. After all, if he is a compatriot, maybe he can still have some compassion.
From this point of view, Mo Jingshen is not only very perseverant, but also very ruthless. Such a beautiful and pitiful woman cannot waver him.
Seeing that he remained unmoved, Dali simply walked in and put the gun directly on Ji Nuan's head. Ji Nuan knelt on the ground and did not dare to move.
Dali pointed the gun at Ji Nuan's forehead, sneered and said in English: "Mr. Control really doesn't want to eat? Then it seems that this woman is really useless. You hate her so much. I killed her directly in front of you. Why?" Sample?"
Mo Jingshen smiled very faintly and responded with a cold look, his tone was unconcerned: "Really?"
Dali pulled the trigger directly, glanced at Mo Jingshen's always calm expression, and asked him: "To kill, or not to kill?"
Mo Jing lowered his eyes slightly, without even looking at Ji Nuan. His expression was cold and expressionless: "Then kill him."
Hearing this, Dali narrowed his eyes.
Ji Nuan knelt down stiffly on the ground, the black muzzle of the gun pointed at her forehead.
She didn't move, Dali didn't move either, and the man sitting on the wooden chair didn't even raise his eyelids.
There was dead silence in the room for a few seconds.
Suddenly, the corner of Dali's mouth curled up, and he laughed softly. He suddenly put away the gun and put it back on his waist: "Mr. Control really doesn't know how to show mercy to women. You can't even be impressed by such a fair and beautiful woman. "
At this moment, Dali suddenly leaned down again, and pinched Ji Nuan's chin with his not so clean fingers: "Useless thing, if my mother-in-law hadn't lost strength in her hands and feet recently and needed you to help cook, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to survive at all. To this day.”