The wooden door was kicked open with a single blow, and every heavy footstep that landed on the ground easily made her heart skip a beat.
A smell like barbecue reached the tip of her nose, her stomach growled uncontrollably, and a man's scornful, icy voice came from beside her. As if by instinct, she flinched.
"Stop pretending. If you don't want to starve to death, then crawl up."
Liang Wenrou slowly opened her eyes and saw a disheveled man standing in front of her. Only his pair of eyes were muddy and cold; being stared at by them felt like being thrown into Hell.
That terrifying feeling came back again. She wrapped her arms around her knees and shrank into the foot of the bed, earning only a derisive cold snort from the man. A long stick skewering some unknown meat was thrown at her feet. She was starving, and the smell really was fragrant. She grabbed it and couldn't wait to open her mouth and bite down.
