The Warm Breeze Is Not As Warm As You

In the evening, she still had to deliver food to Mo Jingshen .

This time, Ji Nuan couldn"t avoid this by burning her hand . Aqib told Dali to follow her from morning till night, and the only thing Ji Nuan could do was to observe Dali"s habits .

Dali would drink at lunch and dinner every day, but he didn"t drink much, nor take naps or pa.s.s out, giving her any chance to escape . No wonder Aqib trusted him; he was a very cautious and disciplined man .

The old woman redid the gauze on Ji Nuan"s hand, but her dressing was unprofessional . The burn on the back of Ji Nuan"s hand, mixed with the color of herbal ash, looked even worse . Luckily, her hand was wrapped in white gauze, or else even she couldn"t bear to look at it .

As soon as Ji Nuan"s figure appeared in Mo Jingshen"s cabin, she saw the man who had been sitting by the wall during the day, standing at the window . He leaned his back against the wooden sill and glanced coldly at her as she entered the door .

Since he was still able to get up, it seemed that the water she had forced on him in the morning had done him a little good . At least he wasn"t completely dehydrated .

Dali and those people still stood outside, watching .

Without saying a word, Ji Nuan took the wooden tray in and took out the two bowls inside, then looked at Mo Jingshen and told him with her eyes to eat .

Mo Jingshen stood still, looking at her .

His eyes were light black, cold, and bright, and as Dali"s eyes fixed upon Ji Nuan"s eyes, Mo Jingshen"s eyes became deep, dark, and full of warning .

Ji Nuan had understood that he was implying for her to be careful and not to try to save him from here or do anything suspicious .

He was telling her to protect herself .

Ji Nuan calmly looked at the food on the table, picked up the chopsticks and bowls, and walked towards him .

Mo Jingshen looked at her without moving .

She was thinking that if she had not been caught here, she might still be with Feng Ling and Nan Heng, waiting for the best time to rescue him .

Now that she, too, was already in the lurch, and was on the same boat with him, her first duty was not to protect herself but to make him eat .

He had been eating nothing for four days, and if he remained like this, her baby wouldn"t have a father .

Mo Jingshen"s eyes grew colder and colder as Ji Nuan approached him with the bowl in her hand .

She knew the impa.s.se they were facing . She would be in serious trouble whether he ate or not, but it was another story if he was force-fed . After all, his strength should be no match for hers now . He could not stop her if she force-fed him, and Dali wouldn"t be suspicious .

She took some rice with chopsticks and put it to his mouth . However, he was still as he had been when she fed him water in the morning, standing still with his lips pursed .

Ji Nuan gestured at him, which was meant to show Dali that she was telling him that if he didn"t eat the food, she would be killed . Again, she pressed her hands together and begged him to eat .

Mo Jingshen looked at her coldly, gave a sudden sneer, took one of the wooden chairs, and sat down . After sitting down, he remained silent .

A strange show seemed to be staged in this large room, silent yet extremely dangerous . The actors would be doomed in case of any carelessness .

Ji Nuan ate a mouthful of the meal herself, chewed it, and opened her mouth to produce a sound like a real mute as if telling him that the meal was clean, that she had made it herself and that it was not poisonous .

Sitting on the wooden chair, Mo Jingshen raised his hand and was about to knock over another bowl on the table beside him, when he was caught by a very feeble force .

He turned his head only to see her burned hand was clutching tightly at the corner of his coat .

His eyes looked up coldly at her .

Ji Nuan moved her lips, carefully protecting the bowl from being knocked over by him . The situation was so tense that she could hear Dali and those men laughing and talking in Cambodian, with a burst of occasional mocking laughter .

They had guns in their hands; they had the power of life and death here, so they could watch outside as if they were watching a scene from a play .

But Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen"s lives were hanging by a thread here . The slightest carelessness could lead to a fatal result .

How could she make this play a success?

How could she make an unreasonable man relent and eat the food?

She suddenly put down the bowl in her hand and knelt down slowly under his icy stare .

When he saw her suddenly knelt down, the corners of his eyes twitched, but in an instant, he still looked at her expressionlessly . His hand, however, suddenly clutched the armrest of the chair in the dark . He clenched his slender fingers harder and harder; his knuckles turned white, but his face remained expressionless .

Ji Nuan was crying, begging and kneeling as Dali looked on from the outside . Since Mo Jingshen still refused to eat even though the woman they caught had got on her knees, it seemed that this woman did have nothing to do with him . Perhaps she was not even Chinese . After all, if they were both Chinese, he would probably be sympathetic toward her .

It seemed that Mo Jingshen was not only a man with extraordinary perseverance but also a cold fish . Even such a beautiful, poor woman couldn"t move him .

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Dali went in and placed the gun directly on Ji Nuan"s head . Ji Nuan, still on her knees, did not dare to move .

Dali pointed the gun at her forehead, taunting in English, “Are you sure you won"t eat the food, Mr . Control? Then it seems that this woman is useless indeed . Since you hate her so much, how about I just kill her right in front of you?”

He smiled very coldly . His look and his tone were unconcerned . “Really?”

Dali put his finger on the trigger, glancing at Mo Jingshen"s cold look and asking, “Kill her or not?”

Mo Jingshen looked down . Without looking at Ji Nuan, he said with a straight face, “Then just kill her . ”

Hearing this, Dali narrowed his eyes .

Ji Nuan sat stiffly on her knees, Dali"s gun pointing at her forehead .

She didn"t move, nor did Dali . And the man in the wooden chair didn"t even lift his eyelids .

The room was silent for a few seconds .

Suddenly, Dali"s mouth curved into a low chuckle . He suddenly withdrew the gun and put it back on his waist . “Mr . Control, you"re really coldhearted . Even such a delicate and pretty woman can"t move you . ”

Then Dali suddenly bent down and pinched Ji Nuan"s chin with his dirty fingers . “You trash, you wouldn"t be alive today if Auntie hadn"t been so weak lately that she needs your help with the cooking . ”

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