So I asked her, "Where's that bastard Wen Dian?"
The little girl had a shocked expression on her face. She instinctively looked towards the door, her eyes filled with fear.
"Are you afraid of him?" I asked.
The little girl lowered her head.
I understood.
But she immediately raised her head again and gestured at me.
"Are you asking me if I'm hungry?" I probed.
The little girl nodded and revealed a small, happy smile.
I sensed it and nodded. "With your reminder, I'm really hungry."
I raised my arm to let her see the pinhole on my arm. "You guys took my blood while I was unconscious. Of course, I'm hungry. Get me something to eat."
The little girl took a step back and looked at me timidly. With an apologetic expression, she turned around and opened the door. She looked at me with a smile and gestured for me to leave.
Ah, the treatment was not bad. I could even leave this room.
