If she were braver and screamed for help, the tourists and hostess might have called the police and rescued herself.
But if what he said was true...
She was wearing only the underwear he had bought her from the hostess when he came to this temporary hotel, and stood blankly in front of him. A simple layer of cotton vest, navel-baring, loose, and cotton shorts exposed her body that had lost weight due to more than a week of running, fear, and pain.
There are bruises on the shoulders and legs.
This does not hinder her beauty, Cheng Muyun lowered his eyes, saw the pink color in her loose underwear, reached out and rubbed her hair: "Tell me, what are you thinking?"
"Why should I believe you?" Her voice became even more hoarse and weak because of the crying just now.
"My dear, your suspicions are reasonable," his voice became softer and softer, his hand had already pulled down the shoulder straps of her underwear, feeling that this body was resisting the master's consciousness and catering to him, "I may be lying. You, let you believe in your kidnappers like a fool."
He looked down at her and slid his hands to the sides of her throat, exerting a little force.
Soon, red marks appeared on her fair neck, but he continued to exert his strength, and his lips were pressed against her dry lips.
"Kiss me." He pressed against her lips and said this.
She was forced to hold her head up and began to feel suffocated, taking in less and less air.
You can only listen to his words, stick out your tongue, wrap around his softly and feebly, and dedicate the only remaining oxygen that you can inhale to him. Soon, she felt his muscles harden, a temperature and change that both of them were familiar with.
The wind seems to be very strong today.
Nepal is so impoverished that even Kathmandu appears particularly rundown and dusty. But those devout believers, as well as those who traveled from all over the world, call this "sacred soil flying".
In the cold and dirty Morrowind, he had already made the bodies of both of them become impetuous in a tortured kiss.
"Don't underestimate your own judgment, you are smarter than you think. You have never been afraid of me, if you were, you would have left me completely after escaping from the smuggling base that night. Because of you You know, I never really hurt you."
The tone and expression of his speech now returned to Kathmandu's appearance.
"If you don't believe me now, you may really be saved, but you may also be taken away. Believe me, those people must be less gentle to you than I am."
Mist-like eyes stared at her.
"Look, I have an instinctive desire for your body, and I simply can't stand it being cold, stiff, and lifeless."
He suddenly let go of her.
He was running out of time, and he had to make a bet, at the cost of his own life, that he would let her play next and keep her safe. In the temple just now, when he and Meng Liangchuan were dazzled by the prayer wheel, they noticed the problems of these Western tourists.
But first, he needs her to trust him.
Wen Han's heart is still struggling, and his body is still warm and impetuous because of him.
Since the first meeting in the snowy plateau half a year ago, he has been deceiving her all the time. When she thought he was a lama, he had become a slutty man who spent his time in a small hotel in Kathmandu; After the rendezvous in front of everyone's eyes, he became a captured hostage and asked her to stand up for him on impulse... But in desperation, in the long night, he cooperated with the special police to destroy an entire criminal gang.
Now, he said, he couldn't explain anything, but wanted her to believe he was right.
where is he from
Where are you going
He hasn't even told her yet.
The most hateful thing is that every time he just gave her a small, slightly sincere-sounding statement, she would get the sense of security she desperately wanted, as if she just believed that it was right.
But... he was right, he never hurt himself directly.
Wen Han was silent.
Go to the bed and pull out a blue short skirt and white short-sleeved top from the plastic bag. In his scorching eyes, get dressed. She felt that she must be crazy. This man kidnapped her and asked her to cooperate with him to escape from here.
"What do you want me to do?" She lowered her eyes, avoiding his eyes.
Before she could say anything, she was dragged over, her chest was suddenly torn open, and a large opening was torn open on the front that was exposed. Before she could react, Cheng Muyun messed up the clothes she was wearing just now. Combed hair: "Remember how much you hated me when I kissed you for the first time?"
His hand ran down her thigh and tore her blue sarong twice again.
He is absolutely familiar with forcing her.
Soon, she was as embarrassed as a forced woman.
Wen Han's heart was numb, his eyes flickered, and he didn't understand what he meant.
"I'll open this door in a moment, and you're going to run out of this house crying, no matter who gets in your way. I need them to hesitate for at least a minute and not go after you, so try to be as hysterical as possible and let People think you're just a madman who is irritating." Cheng Muyun took out a knife from his waist, unfastened his own knife cover, pulled a short rope and tied it to her thigh, "run out of this gate, Left, run out along the road, half an hour later you can see a temple under renovation, there, there is an old lama, I bought something with him. You help me to come over, then wait for me quietly ."
Thighs are tightened.
Wen Han touched the handle of the knife like a sleepwalker, tried to pull it out, and hurriedly put it back.
"It's my trouble that you stay here. So for me, and for yourself, you have to get out."
He spoke lightly and normally, as if everything that followed was just a cutscene, a procedure for them to get out of here. He bent over and put on a pair of sneakers for her, tying the shoelaces with two dead knots.
Wen Han felt the danger from the moment he gave himself the personal knife.
Even when he was about to open the door, he took the initiative to grab his hand for the first time: "Wait."
"What's the matter, do you want a goodbye kiss?"
"If you didn't come, what would I do?" She was suddenly afraid. If there was no him, and what he said was true, what would she do? In this border where she couldn't even understand the language, this man turned out to be her only support.
"If I didn't come..." Cheng Muyun was thinking about this possibility.
When he saw those ghosts at the temple, he separated from Meng Liangchuan as soon as possible. He didn't know how much time Meng Liangchuan needed to bring the local police.
He didn't know how many people there were, and he didn't know how dangerous it was.
Moreover, it is best not to expose the people around him. If one more exposure, one more person will be targeted. So, I can't really say-
"I'll come," he said finally, and unlocked the door.
With the harsh sound of the door shaft, the space behind them opened up to her, Wen Han turned around, feeling a force in her back, pushing herself out of the door.
The second she stepped out, she finally felt the real fear.
A small bottle was shoved into her palm by him.
She was so nervous that she didn't have time to see what it was. There were already residents walking by, and she was surprised to see her flustered eyes and messy clothes.
Wen Han clung to the front of his clothes tightly, feeling the inside of his thighs, the scabbard rubbing against his skin, a little cold and painful.
She took a deep breath and bit her tongue hard.
The sharp stabbing pain quickly filled her eyes with tears, she immediately followed Cheng Muyun's explanation and stumbled downstairs, running hard and weak but not pretending.
The hostess, her two children, and the seven or eight Western tourists who came today were all taken aback by the sound of footsteps going downstairs.
What catches her eye is a young girl with a messy expression and torn clothes. Her left leg is exposed in the air, with various bruises.
The hostess was startled at first, and immediately stepped forward, calling out to her man in a language she couldn't understand, trying to grab her arm by the way.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and the roots of her tense teeth were bleeding.
He threw away everyone around him like a madman: "Let go of me, let me go!" He shoved away the hostess who was trying to hug her waist and rushed to the door.
The second he held the door, the door suddenly opened.
Before she could stop her steps, she threw the teenage local boy who pushed in the door and fell heavily onto the street. The boy was frightened and sat back.
In the sight of everyone, she went crazy again, stumbled up, and ran away crying.
Everyone was stunned.
Except for the few Europeans and Americans who were sitting on wooden chairs and eating.
Among them, the brown-haired woman who had talked with Wen Han frowned and seemed to be judging whether to catch up with this girl. After all, the person upstairs is the point, this girl is just a clue.
Moreover, according to the information, the girl was indeed held hostage.
Maybe the two really had an argument just now that made this girl hysterical? This is not what she needs to care about... However, she still thinks this is very strange, and she instinctively gives a wink to a man beside her.
According to the information, this girl named Wen Han is only twenty years old and is an ordinary person, as long as one man is enough.
Just when the man stood up and was about to chase out.
Their first and only target person this time has appeared on the stairs.
Cheng Muyun walked down, wearing casual clothes that the locals often wear, not refined, even rough and tasteless. Everyone here has seen from the archives his own documents in Moscow ten years ago, and the precious photos left by him at his most radical are completely different from now.
At that time, his eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to see the depths of your soul at a glance.
But now, the person walking down the stairs has changed a lot.
Becomes… surprisingly quiet.
The brown-haired woman reached out and pressed the man who got up again.
She changed her mind, and even felt that the seven or eight people here were not at all sure that they could control Cheng Muyun.
"Hi, your wife... seems to be hysterical again," she greeted him in English, "do you need me and my friends to help you find her?"