Chapter 301: She Struggled in His Arms, but He Kissed Deeper

Entering the nose is the smell of the clear grass and trees on the man's body, and it also carries a little bit of blood, but on his body, it is not unpleasant at all.

Ji Nuan hugged the man's waist tightly without even raising her head, and refused to let go.

Feng Ling consciously didn't make a sound from the side, then nodded politely and respectfully to Mo Jingshen who had just come in, then turned around and got off the helicopter.

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

Mo Jingshen hugged the excited little woman in his arms tightly and walked in without saying a word. Usually, hugging her was like picking up a piece of clothing. Stand firm.

But it didn't matter. The moment Ji Nuan noticed his pain and was about to withdraw from his arms, he hugged her tightly and didn't let her withdraw.

"You're hurt..." Ji Nuan's words were no longer as calm and calm as when facing danger before. Instead, he was afraid that he had overwhelmed all his previous courage. Both hands tightly grasped the blood-stained shirt on his back. Now The blood had dried on his back, and the shirt was stuck to the skin of his back.

Mo Jingshen lowered his eyes and looked at the little woman who only now knew she was afraid. The woman didn't even change her clothes until now, except that her hands were re-bandaged, she still had a gray face, the dirt and blood on her white dress were mixed Together, very embarrassed, but the eyes are still clear and clear.

"Why didn't Feng Ling take you back?" Mo Jingshen opened his mouth, his voice right above her head.

As always, the clear and clean voice was only a lot more hoarse and lighter due to the torture for many days.

But listening to Ji Nuan's ears, it is like the world.

He is still alive, and they are all alive and well.

"I don't want to be so far away from you. Feng Ling said it's safe here, you'll be fine, of course I don't need to go since it's safe." Ji Nuan hugged him tightly, but was careful not to touch him. He was already very hurt. Severe back: "When can you get out of here completely, your injury needs to go to the doctor!"

The man gently pulled her hand away from his waist, lowered his eyes and saw that she still had the strength to cry, the tenderness between his brows instantly turned cold, and he looked at her with ink-like eyes: "Any time in the future, no matter where I am, you are not allowed to take this risk again. I will ask you to wait for me when I go back. Can you come to a place like Cambodia?"

Sure enough, the lesson to come is still to come.

Ji Nuan pursed her lips and didn't speak. She only raised her eyes to look at him with red eyes, as if she had changed back to the pitiful little mute who had been delivering meals to him frequently for the past two days. She, she didn't make a sound.

Mo Jingshen's chest trembled at the sight of her.

In the scene that happened today, he was a hundred times more painful than her, and it was more difficult for him to overcome this hurdle than her.

His sky almost fell when he thought of the scene where she was almost violated.

He should have sent a few more people to guard her. If one Fengling is not enough, he will send ten more people, staring at her and not giving her any chance to take risks.

I dared to go to Cambodia when I was pregnant.

This woman is really daring.

"Why don't you speak?" He forcibly controlled his face, so he wasn't too soft-hearted.

"When you finish your lesson, I've been really thrilling these days. After you finish scolding, I can have a sense of ritual that I finally escaped from the Longtan Tiger's Den, so I can still feel more comfortable..."

Mo Jingshen's eyes were silent and dark: "Do you have to have my heart jump out of your body to be willing?"

Ji Nuan stared at him, holding his blood-stained black shirt with both hands: "I only want you to live."

All he felt was a tingling pain in his eyes.

In the twenty-six years of his life, except for a few tears when he was babbling at the age of two, the man who never shed half a tear after the age of three was almost instantly reddened by the tingling sensation in his eyes.

"Mo Jingshen, I just want you to live,

Even if you don't go to T city to pick me up as promised, then I will come to you, as long as you are alive, I can find you anywhere, in heaven and earth, in past and present lives, as long as there is you, I can overcome all obstacles, I just I want you to live-"

The man kissed him abruptly. There was a salty, bloody smell in his mouth. When he was injured, the blood he swallowed abruptly to prevent Ji Nuan from worrying was hidden deep in his throat. Ji Nuan took into account that he had just vomited a few hours ago. Even after rinsing his mouth, he hadn't brushed his teeth for several days. Mo Jingshen didn't eat or drink water. He had nothing but the smell of blood. He was as clean as ever, but she felt that she might be smelly now.

She struggled in his arms, but the man kissed even deeper, holding the back of her head firmly, almost rubbing her into his body and encircling her.

In the past, whether in T City or Haicheng, she was almost a squeamish daughter who had to take a bath twice a day, and he was also a high-ranking president of the Mo family with a certain level of cleanliness.

But at this moment, throw away the bloody ground on the ground, throw away the shackles of various identity habits, there are only him and her here, pure him and her.

The last string of reason in Mo Jingshen's mind was almost cut off by her own hands.

Reason and responsibility, marriage and kindness, the strong feelings that are heating up are not comparable to this woman who is more determined than him at this moment.

He is afraid that in this life, he will really be completely planted in her hands.

Gradually, Ji Nuan no longer struggled, and leaned against his arms, compromising, surrendering, and not wanting to resist any more. She hugged his neck tightly with her backhand and kissed him back.

It wasn't until she held the hand behind his neck and instinctively stroked his hair, her fingers just brushed the back of his head, the man suddenly stopped, let go of her lips, and let out a low snort, apparently the pain was too long. Couldn't hold back the groan.

Ji Nuan hurriedly put down her hand subconsciously, and when she looked down, she saw some blood stains on her fingers.

It has been a few hours since Mo Jingshen was smashed to the back and head by the butt of a gun in the morning. The blood on his back was dry, and his shirt was sticking to it, but the blood on his head was still not dry. how serious...

Mo Jingshen pressed her blood-stained hand and said in a calm tone, "It's okay, it's all trauma, just go back and bandage it."

Ji Nuan tried her best to restrain her tears and didn't let herself cry again. She didn't want to be a burden on his heart. She sniffed, looked up at him, and said calmly, "Feng Ling left the medicine box here, let me help Can you clean up the wound?"

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(Three shifts, what?)