Fortunately, Lu Jing was now as obedient as a marionette. Whatever Zhang Lingying asked him to do, he did it obediently, without any complaints.
He didn't dare to have any.
Soon, Lu Jing also noticed the stars outside the window, and a complicated light flashed in his brown eyes.
His thin lips were tightly pressed together, saying nothing, just staring at the stars outside.
Zhang Lingying poured him a cup of warm water and suddenly asked, "After eating, did you feel any discomfort? Don't hide it, tell the truth."
Lu Jing's body stiffened for a moment, and he looked down at the cup of water in front of him, responding with a hum.
He hadn't eaten anything for a long time. When he first ate, he didn't feel anything obvious, just that his stomach was very full, but after a while, he started to feel stomach pain.
Lu Jing wasn't afraid of the pain, or rather, he had gotten used to it over time. Sometimes, he even liked the feeling.
Pain made him feel alive.
