Judging from the servant's meaning, I'm afraid she doesn't even know Fu Nanting's status and identity in the capital.

I guess no one except the man himself knew that he had such a villa.

Seeing that she was in deep thought, the woman didn't know what she was thinking, she thought she was hesitating and quietly advised:

"Miss, although I don't know what your relationship is with Mr. Fu, and why Mr. Fu is under house arrest, I can see that there will be no danger here. Since that's the case, why not stay at peace?"

"There is no danger? I have been smoky with incense every night on the first day. Isn't this a danger?"

"Don't worry, Miss, that drug is made of natural plants. When inhaled, it will numb the nerves and cause drowsiness. However, after waking up, there will be no sequelae or discomfort. It is precisely because it will not have any side effects on your body that Mr. Fu will use this."

Shu Ge was funny and angry: "I have to thank him for saying this? Thank him for thinking about me and using such gentle and unharmed pills for me?"

The woman didn't say anything anymore.

Shu Ge pushed the breakfast she brought to her and pushed away: "Anyway, I won't eat a piece of rice here. Tell him to let him let me go."

Seeing that she made up her mind, the woman was silent for a while, and took the breakfast away.

…

After nightfall, the whole house became even more quiet.

Shu Ge hugged her knees and leaned against the back of the bed.

Maybe it's too quiet, and occasionally you can hear the sound of your stomach.

She made up her mind this time.

I didn't eat lunch or supper.

Hungry for a day.

But she knew that she would not be hungry.

After a while, as expected, the door was pushed open and footsteps approached.

When she looked up, Fu Nanting came in with a tray in person, brought it to the door with his backhand, and a gloomy voice floated:

"I heard you plan to go on a hunger strike?"

She also didn't deny it: "Yes. If you don't let me go, I'll continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach screamed loudly without any shame.

He put the tray on the coffee table and took her to the sofa in two steps: "Eat."

"What can you do if I don't eat it?" She stared at him fiercely.

In his eyes, this little female beast-like cruelty was more like an invisible seduction.

On his red face, his big eyes looked like his heart was scratched by her little hands, which was so itchy.

He didn't speak, but just told her how it was with his actions.

Take off her tie and tie her hands together, cut her back behind her waist, and tie it with the sandalwood handrails on the sofa.

Then he picked up the spoon, scooped a bite of the dish, and sent it to her mouth.

Seeing her turn, he raised his hand and pinched her cheeks, straightened her head, and continued to feed her into her mouth.

Every time she wanted to spit out, he would forcefully pinch her cheek.

She had to swallow the food in one bite.

He fed her a few bites of vegetables and started feeding her rice again, and finally the soup.

Until she finally stared at him hatefully: "I'm full, I can't eat it anymore!"

He glanced at the few leftover rice in the bowls and plates, then he barely put down the spoon, and untied the tie on her wrist.

She immediately stood up.

Fu Nanting threw the paper over:

"If I continue to go on a hunger strike tomorrow, I don't mind coming here every day to feed you in person."

Her face turned red and she couldn't help pinching the corners of her clothes. He knew that she loved to be clean.

His thoughtful little details made her feel illusioned that she did not have a cold war with him.

Everything is fine.

But he came back to his senses, wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked at him:
Chapter completed!