I'm friends with straight guys

Jiang Yicheng opened the door from the outside, the creaking sound made me uncomfortable, but other than that, what I was even more uncomfortable with was the light outside. The light was so bright that it could almost fill the entire room. I was stunned by this light. Can't keep my eyes open.

No matter what, I must persist, persist, and wait for him to save me.

I don't know if this is a test for me or for him, I just know he won't give up on me, I thought silently, if he really will risk his life for me this time, then I will agree He, we are together, we have missed a lot of time.

Until now, until the moment of life and death, I never thought of how regretful I would be if I was not with him in this life.

I close my eyes, if I really want to break here, then I will not lose, after all, I have heard him say that he loves me, after all, I have seen him profess his love to the audience all over the country, I deserve to die.

It's just that it's a little bit of a disadvantage to die in Jiang Yicheng's hands. He is too dirty, and I don't want to leave this world by her hands.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die before I finish using you. I want him to tell me that the person he likes is actually me, and you are just his toy." Jiang Yicheng is actually quite pitiful, Falling in love with someone who doesn't love me.

Jiang Yicheng is too crazy. No woman is as crazy as her. She can hurt another person for love. She can hurt others because she is afraid of being hurt. How can she be so cheeky and take it for granted?

I'm too scared, I'm not afraid of her hurting me, but too scared of such a crazy love, I'm afraid that all love is like this, although I'm not a cutie in the world, but when encountering such a thing, I will still Think of most people.

I know that most people in this world are still different from him, but she is a bit too paranoid, too crazy, and even a bit like the sickly one written in the book.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at her. She came to feed me with porridge. I didn't open my mouth. I turned my head away. She stared at me fiercely. Then she raised her hand and grabbed my chin, and said viciously , "Do you think I want to ask you porridge? If you want to die, then don't drink it. It's best to starve to death."

I thought about it, and the reason was why I was starving myself and why I treated myself badly. It was she who should be hungry, and it was her who should be punished, not me.

I drank it, and I wasn't afraid of being poisoned, because I knew I was still useful, otherwise I wouldn't have been kept.

Of course I know how much the woman in front of me hates me. If I could, I think she would cut me into pieces without hesitation, but without her, I would definitely be useful.

After I finished drinking, I felt a little full, and the dizziness disappeared.

The original hypoglycemia also felt a little better after drinking a bowl of porridge. She saw that my complexion had recovered and was no longer as pale as before, so she walked out.

"Can you untie the rope for me?" Of course, this sentence was addressed to the system, although I didn't hold out much hope, because the rope was tied so strong that it was impossible to untie it with my strength, and it was tied. There are quite a few, even if I can untie one, it is impossible to untie many.

In other words, it is impossible for me to escape, according to my own physical condition.