Li Jia Ren's delicate little face is drooping, and her voice is weak, with a pleading tone, "Zhiyuan, please stop messing around. I'm hungry. I need to get up and eat. I need to say important things three times. I want to eat. I want to eat. I want to eat. I want to eat. I want to eat meat. If I don't eat, I will be starved here."

she just ate a few bites of cake at night and had a fierce exercise in the evening and in the morning. She was so hungry that her front chest was pasted on her back. Again, she was afraid that she...