novelShe Struggled a Little in His Arms, but He Only Deepened His Kiss
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The distinct scent of morning dew on the man's body was accompanied by the coppery scent of blood. However, his scent remained as pleasant and comforting as it always has been to her.
Ji Nuan did not raise her head as she embraced the man tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.
Feng Ling was self-aware as she kept silent by the side. She gave Mo Jingshen a respectful nod and turned to get off from the helicopter.
The helicopter cabin was separated from the pilot room by a metal board. From here, they could not see the front. Likewise, the pilot could not see them.
Mo Jingshen tightened his grip around the emotional woman in his arms. Silently, he carried her inwards. Normally, he always appeared as though he was casually picking up a piece of clothing when he picked her up. However, as he straightened his back today, he almost couldn't stand firm.
Ji Nuan sensed his pain and was about to shift away from his arm. However, he tightened his grip around her and did not allow her to move.
"You're wounded..." Ji Nuan did not sound as calm and composed as she previously did when faced with danger. The aftershock had taken away all of her previous courage. She held the fabric of his shirt in a tight grip. It was stained with blood, and by now, the blood had become sticky, causing the fabric to stick to his back.
Mo Jingshen lowered his gaze to watch the little woman who finally knew to be afraid. Even now, she was dressed in the same clothes. Aside from the fresh bandages on her hand, her face and hair were still covered in dirt. The mud and bloodstains on her white skirt caused her to appear extremely disheveled. However, her gaze was as bright as ever.
"Why didn't you let Feng Ling send you back?" Mo Jingshen spoke up; his voice came right from above her head.
He sounded as clear and distinct as he usually did. However, after many days of torment, his voice was much hoarser and heavy.
However, to Ji Nuan, no words could sufficiently describe how much joy and relief his voice brought to her.
He was still alive; they were both alive. They were both safe and sound.
"I didn't want to be far away from you. Feng Ling said that this place is really safe and that you'll be fine. Since it's safe, I naturally don't have to leave." Ji Nuan held him tightly; her hands were careful not to touch his wounds.
The man gently tugged aside her tight grip around his waist. He lowered his eyes to see that she still had the strength to cry. The hint of warmth between his brows immediately turned stern and cold. He watched her with his ink-black pupils: "In the future, no matter what happens or where I am, you're not allowed to take any risks. I asked you to wait for my return obediently. Is Cambodia a place you can come and go as you please?"
As expected, the lecture still came.
Ji Nuan pursed her lips and kept silent. She raised her head to watch him with reddened eyes, appearing as though she was once again the pitiful little mute who had been delivering food to him for the past few days. No matter how he glared at her, how he was cold to her, and how he lectured her, she refused to speak.
Under her gaze, Mo Jingshen felt a painful pang in his chest.
Everything that had happened today was a hundred times more painful for him than it had been for her. It was much more difficult for him to let go of it.
As he recalled the scene when she was almost violated, he felt as though his world was about to collapse.
He should have arranged more people to guard by her side; if one Feng Ling wasn't enough, he should have sent ten more. He should have kept them watching her so that she wouldn't have any chance of landing in danger.
She was pregnant, yet she still dared to come to Cambodia.
This woman was truly recklessly daring.
"Why aren't you speaking?" He was only able to keep his heart from softening by forcefully maintaining his stern expression.
"I'm waiting for you to be done with your lecture, ah. The past few days have really been quite disturbing. After you're done lecturing me, I can finally bask in the success of escaping from the tiger's den. That way, I'll finally be able to feel better..."
Mo Jingshen's gaze was gloomy and dark: "Will you only be content when my heart finally leaps out of my body?"
Ji Nuan watched him. Her hands held his black, blood-stained shirt."I only want you to be alive."
In that instant, he could only feel the rim of his eyes stinging painfully.
He had lived for twenty-six years. Although he had cried several times before the age of two, ever since he was three, he never shed a single teardrop. At this moment, the man's eyes had completely reddened from that stinging pain.
"Mo Jingshen. I only want you to be alive. Even if you don't fulfill your promise of picking me up at T City, that's fine. I'll come to pick you up instead. So long as you're alive, I don't mind looking for you no matter where you are. No matter if you're above land, below land, in our previous life, or our current life. As long as it's the place where you are, I can endure all the obstacles on the way. All I want is for you to be alive—"
The man abruptly kissed her. His mouth carried a salty, coppery taste; it was the taste of blood. Previously, to prevent Ji Nuan from worrying, he had forcefully swallowed down the blood filling his mouth. Ji Nuan was keenly aware that she had vomited only several hours ago. Although she had gargled some water after, it had been several days since she last brushed her teeth. Mo Jingshen had not eaten or drunk any water. Aside from the copper taste in his mouth, he was as clean as he always was. However, she felt that she was dirty right now.
She struggled a little in his arms, but the man only deepened the kiss. He pressed against the back of her head tightly, almost as though to fused her into one being with him.
Previously, no matter if they were at T City or Hai City, she was always the delicate, wealthy young lady who needed to shower twice a day. He was also the great Mo Corporation's CEO who was mysophobic to a certain degree.
However, at this moment, they could care less about the blood-stained ground, their statuses, or their habits. All that mattered in this place was the both of them; that they were both together.
The last shred of rationality in Mo Jingshen's mind was personally destroyed by her hands.
Rationality and responsibility; marriage and gratitude. Even the strong feelings developed day by day could not compare to the way he felt for this woman who, at this moment, was even more resolute than him.
He feared that in this lifetime, he would genuinely be utterly powerless in her hands.
Gradually, Ji Nuan stopped resisting. She leaned entirely in his arms. It was a compromise, a surrender, and a desire to stop fighting against it. She moved to embrace his neck tightly and took the initiative to kiss him back.
However, as her hands shifted instinctively to hold his hair, and her fingers brushed past the back of his head, the man suddenly faltered and released her lips. He grunted softly; it was clear that the pain was truly intolerable, and he could no longer keep holding back the pain.
Ji Nuan frantically released him and lowered her eyes to see that her hands were stained with blood.
It had been several hours since Mo Jingshen had been wounded by the rifle. The blood on his back had already dried, causing his shirt to become sticky. However, the blood on his head was actually wet. It was clear how severe that wound was...
Mo Jingshen pressed her hand down, softly and heavily speaking, "It's all right. They're all surface wounds. It'll be fine after I get it bandaged when we return."
Ji Nuan did her best to resist crying in heartache; she did not wish to become an emotional burden to him. She sniffled and raised her head, speaking calmly, "Feng Ling left the first aid kit here. I'll help you clean your wounds, all right?"
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