Fatigue, pain, coma, so that I don't sleep deeply.

I feel like someone is soothing the wound in a daze.

The cold water droplets in the wound gradually dripped, and the cool feeling drove me to wake up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Leya's face immediately appeared in front of him.

Her slender tenderness caressed the wound very gently, as if these wounds were growing on her body, which made her heart very worried.

The water droplets from the wound fell from her rosy eye sockets.

Seeing Mark wake up, Leya secretly wiped away her tears and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

"Um."

Mark nodded hard, and reached out to wipe away her crystal tears.

Looking at Mark's bruised face, Leya's blurred eyes could hardly hide the redness and swollenness. She asked in a trembling voice: "Oh, sir. What should I call you?"

"Marcos.z. House. You can call me Mark." Mark's face was slightly swollen, and his smile would never be easy to see where he went.

"Mark, Mark..."

Leya whispered to herself.

The eyelids drooped, and the look of meditation and sarcasm was indeed extremely cute.

"What's wrong, Leya?"

"No, it's nothing, I'd better call you sir."

The imprint of slaves is everywhere, and even their thinking is imprisoned.

"Oh, sir. I brought you some food to increase nutrition."

While speaking, Leya silently took out a box containing several items wrapped in cloth.

Indeed, since I was sentenced to prison, I have been filling my stomach with a bowl of liquid food like black and paste every day.

Its tastes obscure and burns the throat, and even toothpaste is a hundred times better than it.

Forced to survive, I had to frown every day, straighten my throat, and swallow it reluctantly.

It's good to be able to survive, and naturally I don't care about nutrition and taste.

Mark looked at Leya's peeling cloth, and his saliva surged. He guessed in his heart: Is it a delicious cake? a ham burger? or a chocolate bean cookie?

His eyes showed unconcealed expectations, but he couldn't help swallowing saliva in his mouth.

When Leya opened the first package, a ball of black mushrooms suddenly appeared inside.

Simple!

Mark frowned slightly, and the feeling of loss swept away, and he straightened his temper and looked forward to Leya opening the second package.

I guessed: Isn’t it just a simple one again this time?

The second package gradually faded away the skin, and a bunch of flat insects dispersed.

The dark color, the smooth and shiny appearance, the stiff limbs...

The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, and the exquisite pastry in my mind suddenly turned into dirty insects.

The quick screen switching makes it difficult for Mark to adapt.

Even if Mark is well-educated, it is difficult to hide his disappointment.

When you come with excitement and leave with disappointment, your expression will naturally not be much better.

Facing the scattered insects, Mark felt a little scared and couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Leya, what are these?"

"It's something to eat."

Leya's expression was plain and she could not see any strangeness. Instead, she felt that Mark's expression was extremely strange.

Regarding his embarrassment, he hurriedly concealed: "Miss Leya, I know it's for eating. But what kind of insect is this?"

Leya smiled slightly, and she guessed that Mark was confused and said proudly: "Cockroach. This is what I saved from the food I had for a few days!"

"I know that sir needs nutrition, so I specially brought it to you for a try."

“Oh~”

Mark was frightened. In order not to hurt Leya's kindness, he made it easy and pretended to be enlightened.

"Thank you, Leya."

"Haha! You're welcome."

In order to clear Mark's doubts, Leya smiled.

The plain mouth was opened lightly, slightly exposed neat teeth, pinched one of them with your hands, and slowly put it into your mouth.

I was afraid that the debris would fall, so I reached my other hand to my lower jaw and gently lifted it up.

I saw Leya gently bit the lower half, put it into her mouth, and chew it slowly.

The eyes were slightly closed, as if they were tasting the most delicious food.

As a soldier, when surviving in the wilderness, you may catch earthworms, grasshoppers, snakes and other creatures as food to satisfy your hunger.

Even so, it has to be processed simply after all.

As a staple food, Mark still cannot accept such food.

Although the environment has been completely destroyed and the food is extremely scarce, it will not become a delicacy for cockroaches!

Then I thought that as slaves, they lived at the bottom of society and could not miss it to be able to supplement cockroaches as protein, after all, this thing is easy to survive and raise.

Life is so hard that a small bag of cockroaches has become a luxury food!!

Thinking of this, Mark quickly thought of the "paste" that the jailer drank for him. Could it be worse than this thing?

The more I think about it, the more nauseous I feel, the scalp gradually becomes numb, and the stomach and intestines are also rolling.

"Sir? What's wrong with you?"

Leya thought Mark's injury relapsed.

"I'm fine. I accidentally suffocated."

“Hmph…”

Mark deliberately cleared his throat.

Under Leya's gaze, Mark reluctantly ate one.

Fortunately, she didn't feel anything strange about her.

She just felt that her way of eating was too ridiculous.

With her little mouth pursed, Leya "giggled" and the flowers trembled.

"hey-hey!"

Looking at the beautiful scenery as beautiful as a flower, Mark also smiled foolishly.

Leya stroked her long slippery hair and stared at Mark blankly, with a solemn expression and stopped talking.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked with confusion: "Sir, what are you eating?"

Looking at her sincere face, Mark smiled bitterly.

He reached out and touched her forehead, and pulled her hair up and down for her.

I recalled the exquisite food in my mind and described the delicious food my mother made to her.

“There is a lot of food in our hometown…”

"Really?" Leya's eyes shone brightly, and she looked innocent and cute.

Although I didn't understand it very much, I had never seen it before, and I had never tasted it before, but seeing her seemingly understand it makes me fascinated.

Happy times are always short, and the guards knocked on the gate of the prison and urged Leya to leave.

While packing things in a panic, he said goodbye nervously: "Sir, I'm going back. The master cannot delay it. I will come to see you again another day."

"OK!"

Although he showed reluctance to Leya's departure, he had no choice but to nod.

After the two said goodbye, they watched her leave.

"Hey! Brother, here, look here."

A thin young man winked at Mark.

The man squeezed his head into the crack of the prison door and shouted loudly in an attempt to attract Mark's attention. The resentment arising from the conflict several days ago had long disappeared.

The man was extremely excited to find that Mark noticed him.

He pointed to the food on the ground, then turned to his huge mouth, and kept gestured.

"Brother, don't waste it if you don't eat it. Give it a try for me..."
To be continued...