What entered the nose was the refreshing smell of grass and trees on the man, mixed with the smell of blood, but on his body, it didn't smell bad at all.
Ji Nuan didn't even raise her head as she hugged the man's waist tightly and refused to let go.
Feng Ling consciously made no sound beside him, nodded politely and respectfully to Mo Jingshen, who had just come in, and turned around to get off the helicopter.
There is a metal baffle between the cabin and the aircraft cockpit. The front cannot be seen here, and the pilot in the cockpit cannot see here.
Mo Jingshen hugged the excited little woman in his arms tightly, and carried her inside without saying a word. Normally, he would hold her like he was picking up a piece of clothing, but now, when he straightened up, his body trembled and he almost died. Stand firm.
But it didn't affect him. The moment Ji Nuan noticed his pain and was about to withdraw from his arms, he hugged her tightly and didn't let her move away.
"You are injured..." Ji Nuan's words were no longer as calm and collected as before when facing danger. Instead, fear covered all the courage he had before. Both hands tightly grasped the blood-stained shirt on his back. Now the blood was It had dried a bit on his back, and the shirt was sticking to the skin of his back.
Mo Jingshen lowered his eyes and looked at the little woman who only now knew he was afraid. This woman had not even changed her clothes. Except for her hands being re-bandaged, she still had the same gray face. There was a mixture of mud and blood on her white skirt. Together, they looked very embarrassed, but their eyes were still clear and clear.
"Why didn't Feng Ling take you back?" Mo Jingshen spoke, his voice just above her head.
His voice was as clear and clear as ever, but it had become much softer and hoarse due to many days of torture.
But listening to Ji Nuan's ears, it felt like the worst thing in the world.
He is alive, they are all alive, and they are all safe.
"I don't want to be so far away from you. Feng Ling said it's safe here and you'll be fine. Since it's safe, of course I don't need to leave." Ji Nuan hugged him tightly, but was careful not to touch his already injured hands. Serious back: "When can we finally get out of here? You need to see a doctor for your injuries!"
The man gently pulled her hand away from his waist, lowered his eyes and saw that she still had the strength to cry. The warmth between his eyebrows instantly turned to coldness, and he looked at her with eyes like ink: "Any time in the future, no matter where I am, you are not allowed to take this risk again. If I ask you to wait for me when I get back, is it possible for you to come to a place like Cambodia just by asking?"
Sure enough, the lesson that was supposed to come came.
Ji Nuan pursed her lips and said nothing. She only raised her eyes to look at him with red eyes, as if she had turned back into the pitiful little mute she had been when she brought him meals these two days. Anyway, no matter how hard he glared at her or how cold he was, she said She, she didn't say anything.
Meeting her gaze, Mo Jingshen's chest trembled.
The scene that happened today was a hundred times more painful for him than it was for her, and it was more difficult for him to get over this hurdle than it was for her.
When he thought about the scene where she was almost violated, his sky almost collapsed.
He should have sent a few more people to guard her. If one Feng Ling was not enough, he would have sent ten more people to keep an eye on her and not give her any chance of danger.
She dared to run to Cambodia even though she was pregnant.
This woman is really brave.
"Why don't you speak?" He controlled his expression forcefully so as not to be too soft-hearted.
"Wait until you finish teaching me a lesson. I've been really in a thrilling situation these past few days. After you finish scolding me, I can have a ritual sense of finally escaping from the dragon's den. This way I can feel more comfortable..."
Mo Jingshen's eyes were silent and dark: "You have to make my heart jump out of my body before you're willing to do it?"
Ji Nuan stared at him, grabbing his blood-stained black shirt with both hands: "I only want you to live."
For a moment, he felt an unbearable sting in his eyes.
In his twenty-six years of life, except for maybe a few tears when he was babbling around two years old, the man who had not shed a single tear after the age of three almost instantly turned his eyes red from the stinging feeling.
"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 are alive, I will find you wherever I go, in heaven and on earth, in the past and present life, as long as there is I can fight through thorns and thorns wherever you go, I just want you to live—"
The man kissed her suddenly. There was a salty taste in his mouth, the smell of blood. When he was injured, the blood foam he had swallowed hard 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, and even though he rinsed his mouth, he had not brushed his teeth for several days. Mo Jingshen had not eaten or drank, and he had nothing but the smell of blood. He was as fresh and clean as ever, but she thought she might be smelly now.
She struggled in his arms, but the man kissed her deeper, held the back of her head firmly, and circled her as if he was rubbing her into his body.
In the past, whether in T City or Haicheng, she was a pretty spoiled daughter who had to take baths twice a day, and he was also the aloof CEO of the Mo family who had a certain degree of mysophobia.
But at this moment, throwing away the blood on the ground and throwing away the shackles of various identities and 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, and the growing strong feelings are not as good as the woman who is more determined than him at this moment.
He was afraid that he would really fall into her hands completely in this life.
Gradually, Ji Nuan stopped struggling and leaned into his arms. She was compromising, surrendering, and not wanting to resist anymore. She hugged his neck tightly and kissed him back.
It wasn't until her hand holding the back of his neck instinctively moved to stroke his hair. As soon as her fingers brushed against the back of his head, the man suddenly paused, let go of her lips, and let out a low groan. It was obvious that he was in so much pain that he finally I couldn't hold back this groan of pain.
Ji Nuan subconsciously put down her hand, and when she lowered her head, she saw some blood on her fingers.
It had been a few hours since Mo Jingshen was hit on the back and head with a gun butt in the morning. The blood on his back had dried and was stuck to his shirt, but the blood on his head had not dried yet. This showed that some people were hit at that time. How serious...
Mo Jingshen pressed her bloody hand and said in a calm tone: "It's okay, it's just trauma. Just go back and bandage it."
Ji Nuan tried her best to restrain her tears and not to cry again because she didn't want to be a burden on his heart. She sniffed, raised her eyes to look at him, and said calmly: "Feng Ling left the medical kit here. I'll help him." Can you clean the wound?"
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(Third update, hmm~)