"Tomorrow morning," Gu Yu's voice repeated softly, signifying that Tang Yuran wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully in his soft, large bed tonight or lie snugly in his arms.
I don't even know where she is right now, whether she's cold or hungry...
After slowly finishing the steamed bun in her hand, Tang Yuran lifted her head and looked over at the two men, hesitated for a moment, and finally, in a low voice, asked, "Could I... Could I have another one, please?"
"You still want more?" The two men squatting by the fire looked back at Tang Yuran and waved their hands impatiently, "No more, no more, we still need to eat tomorrow."
"But I'm really hungry..." Tang Yuran whispered.
"Damn girl, you've got to understand, we kidnapped you, we didn't invite you over as a guest!" The man with the triangular face looked at Tang Yuran impatiently, "Giving you a steamed bun didn't starve you to death, be content with that, and you want more? Not a chance."
