Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The nose smells like grass on a man with a bloody smell of stars, but it doesn't smell bad on him.

Season warm didn't even lift his head and died hugging the man's waist. He wouldn't let go.

Feng Ling consciously didn't make a sound next to him, and he nodded his head with deep respect to Mo Jing, who had just come in, and turned away from the helicopter.

There is a metal baffle between the cabin and the aircraft cab, which cannot be seen in front of it, nor can the pilot in the cab.

Mo Jingdeep hugged the excited little woman in her arms and walked in silently, hugging her on a weekday like a random dress, but now the moment she stood up straight, her body trembled, it was almost unstable.

But it didn't affect the moment he felt his pain and was about to withdraw from his arms, he held her tight and didn't let her go.

“You're hurt...” Seasonal warm exit is no longer as calm and calm as it was in the face of danger before, but rather afraid to cover all the courage before, holding his hands tightly on the bloodstained shirt behind his back, now the blood has dried up behind his back, the shirt adheres to the skin on his back.

Mojing looked deeply down and now he knew the scared little woman, who had not even changed her clothes. In addition to being re-wrapped in her hands, she still looked like that gray-headed dirt face. The dirt and blood on the white dress mixed together, very wolf, but one pair of eyes remained clear and bright.

“Why didn't Feng Ling send you back?” Mo Jing opened her mouth deep and the voice was over her head.

Clear voices, as always, are much more dull as a result of many days of torture.

It can be heard in the warm ears of the season, but it is like the heavens of the world.

He's alive, they're alive, they're safe.

“I don't want to be that far away from you. Feng Ling said it was safe. You'll be fine. Since it's safe, I certainly don't need to go.” Seasonal warmth held him tight, but his hands cautiously stopped touching his already badly wounded back: “When can you get out of here completely, your wounds need to go to a doctor! ”

The man grabbed her dead and held her behind his waist gently apart, his eyes lowered to see her and he cried vigorously, and the warmth in his eyebrows quickly turned cold, dipped his inky eyes and looked at her: “Anytime in the future, wherever I am, you must not take this risk again, I told you to wait for me when I get back, you can come to a place like Cambodia? ”

Surely, the lesson to come has come.

Season warmed her lips and did not speak. She only looked up at him with red eyes, as if she had been that poor little mute who had delivered him meals frequently for the past two days. Regardless of how cold he stared at her, she did not speak.

With this look on her face, Ink's chest shocked deeply.

The scene that happened today, he was a hundred times more painful than she was, and harder than she was to get past this cane.

Thinking of the scene where she was almost violated, his day almost collapsed.

He should have sent several more people to watch over her. If one sealing ring is not enough, he should have sent ten more. He should have stared at her dead and could not give her any chance of danger.

Pregnant and daring to run to Cambodia.

This woman is so daring.

“Why don't you say something?” He's not too soft by forcing his face under control.

“After you teach me a lesson, I'm really excited these days. After you scold me, I can finally get out of the Dragon Pond Tiger Cave for a bit of ritual feeling, so I can feel more comfortable...”

Ink's eyes were silent and dark: "Do you want my heart to jump out of my body? ”

Season Warm stared at him and grabbed his bloodstained black shirt with both hands: "I just want you alive. ”

He suddenly felt only a tingle in the orbit.

Twenty-six years of his life, with the exception of the age of dental discourse around the age of two, perhaps a few drops of tears, a man who had not shed half a tear since the age of three was almost instantly blushed by the tingling sensation.

“Mo Jingshen, I just want you to live, even if you don't pick me up in T City as promised, then I will come to you, as long as you live, I can go to you wherever I want, heaven and earth, in this life, I can chop thorns wherever you are, I just want you to live...”

The man suddenly kissed down, his mouth smelled salty, it smelled bloody, and the blood he had swallowed so hard when he was wounded not to worry about the warmth of the season was hidden deep in his throat. Seasonal warmth took into account that he had just vomited a few hours ago. Even though he had rinsed his mouth, he had not brushed his teeth for several days. Mojingdeep had not eaten or drank water. He had nothing but the smell of blood. He was as clean as ever, but she thought he might stink now.

She struggled in his arms, but the man kissed deeper, dying to hold her back brain, almost rubbing her into the same circle of her body.

Once, in both T and Haicheng, she had to take two showers a day, almost or a little bit of a delicate gold, and he was also a senior Mercer president with a cleanliness habit to a certain degree.

But at this moment, throw away the bloody ground, throw away the shackles of all kinds of identity habits, where there is only him and her, purely him and her.

The last string of reason in Mojing's deep brain was almost choked off by her own hand.

The intense emotions of reason and responsibility, marriage and affection, are no greater than those of a woman with a stronger heart than he is at this moment.

He's afraid it's his whole life, and he's really going to fall into her hands.

Gradually, Seasonal Warm no longer struggled, the whole person leaned in his arms, was compromised, was submissive, and did not want to resist. She held his neck with opposite hands and kissed him back.

Until she held the hand instinct behind his neck to stroke his hair, fingers just rubbed in the back of his brain, a man suddenly paused, let go of her lips, whispered, obviously it hurt so much that he finally couldn't stand the pain.

Seasonal warmth lowered his hands consciously and he looked down and saw some blood on his fingers.

A few hours have passed since Ink was hit in the back and head by a gun butt in the morning. The blood on his back has dried up, sticking to his shirt, but the blood on his head has not dried yet. It can be seen how badly it was smashed at the time...

Mo Jingdeep pressed her bloodstained hand, the tone was quiet: “It's all right, it's all traumatic, just go back to the bandage to deal with it. ”

Seawarm tried to restrain her tears and didn't make herself cry again. She didn't want to be a burden in his heart. She sucked her nose and looked up at him. She said calmly: “Feng Ling left the medicine box here. Can I clean your wound? ”

-

(Sangen, Dada ~)