Xia Qin lowered her eyes and noticed the bright red rose on the butterfly bone on Mo Yan's left side. She immediately opened her eyes wide and grabbed the clothes on the ground to cover Mo Yan's back.
Last time, she remembered that she was almost strangled to death by him when she saw the rose.
Mo Yan was in a daze, and Xia Qi thought viciously: Even if she slaps him twice now, he probably won't know.
Looking back, he felt guilty because of what he had become like this. He looked around and ran into the forest without hesitation. After a while, he took out some dry branches and piled them not far from Mo Yan.
Convenient for Mo Yan to keep warm.
At night, she thought Mo Yan would wake up, but she didn't expect that his fever would not subside and his forehead would be frighteningly hot. Xia Qi took off her coat, revealing her close-fitting vest. It was so cold in St. Petersburg at night. She gritted her teeth and soaked her clothes.
With ice water, he took off one sleeve and folded it on Mo Yan's forehead. Then he folded the clothes and wiped his bare chest and back.
The rose on the back is really coquettish, dazzling, red and ready to bleed.
It's not like a tattoo, because it's too vivid, so it feels scary. For the first time, Xia Qi wants to understand, what exactly is this person carrying?
After struggling all night, Mo Yan's fever finally subsided. Xia Qi was shivering from the cold, her eyes were a little tired, her whole body was dirty, and her delicate face also had a few black spots, which looked funny. She had no time to take care of so many things.
, could only wait for dawn, then sit helplessly next to Mo Yan and fall asleep.
Fortunately, he was fine. Mo Yan woke up and looked at Xia Qi, who was sleeping soundly on his chest. She was holding the tattered clothes to cool him down. The fire beside her had long been extinguished, and she was close to her.
He huddled up, his bare arms were red from the cold, and he seemed to be trying his best to find warmth in him. His face was dirty and red, which was extremely weird.
Mo Yan moved and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
His clothes were taken off? So?
Looking at the extremely tired face on his chest, Mo Yan sighed, his eyes were purple, shining with a strange and coquettish light, that's all. It wasn't the first time he saw it.
He stretched out his hand, touched her face, gently put her aside, and covered her with his torn clothes.
He got up and moved around. Except for the slight pain at the place where he was shot, there was no discomfort. He thought Xia Qi's wound treatment was absolutely fine.
After a while, Xia Qi also woke up. Looking at the man who was observing his sleep with his purple eyes narrowed, he stood up like a carp and his clothes fell to the ground.
"you're awake?"
"The way you sleep is really unusual!" Mo Yan smiled mischievously, his eyes as purple as the first blooming violet, charming, enchanting, and brilliant, but it was not difficult to hear the joking inside.
Xia Qi stood there in a daze, unable to react for a moment.
Is he Mo Yan?
After a long time, Mo Yan stood up, put a hand on her shoulder, and then leaned his chin against her neck. He smiled evilly, "What? You can't even refute? After meeting Li Hao, he became more mature.
Silly."
Worry instantly turned into anger.
Xia Qi pushed him away, "Mo Yan, you bastard"
Mo Yan staggered, and Xia Qi hurriedly went to help him, "Mo Yan, there should be a limit to acting. You have such a broken body. Now just be silent and don't mess with me, lest you say I bully the injured."
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He leaned most of his weight on her, raised his eyebrows lazily, and smiled so hard that Xia Qi was horrified. In her memory, Mo Yan had never smiled so sincerely at her. The conscience of heaven and earth
, she was usually beaten, but there was only one person who could make him laugh like this, the little idiot Xia Qi.
"Hey, did you see it?"
His deep magnetic voice sounded in her ears. Xia Qin was stunned for a moment and nodded without hiding anything.
"Because it was too late at that time, so I ```uh`````"
Before Xia Qi finished speaking, Mo Yan turned her head and grabbed her lips. Her voice was stuck in her throat and she remained speechless.
"Use the remaining fabric together with the wound to cover the mark for me."
After the kiss, Mo Yan said against her forehead, Xia Qi didn't say much, and followed his instructions, covering up the blood-red roses on his back bit by bit.
"Hey, Mo Yan, this is not a signal area. How can we get out? Meili is fine."
It's so damn cold in St. Petersburg. Xia Qi kept rubbing her arms and pacing back and forth. She didn't understand. Isn't it cold when Mo Yan is shirtless? Isn't it cold?
Mo Yan stretched out his arms and pulled, and Xia Qi fell into his arms. Mo Yan was like a stove, she felt very warm when leaning against him. Xia Qi didn't struggle, she huddled in his arms and felt warm.
It's a lot, but the scene is full of eroticism, Mo Yan is shirtless, and Xia Qi is wearing a close-fitting vest.
"Meili will be fine."
The friction between their skins caused the two of them to have a very impure moment of gunfire.
Xia Qi's cheeks were slightly red, and Mo Yan raised an evil smile, "I thought of something."
"I want you to take care of it."
Mo Yan smiled and said nothing, stretched out his hand to hold up the Swiss Army Knife on the ground, and cut his arm. Xia Qi was shocked and was about to say that Mo Yan was crazy, but she saw Mo Yan pull out a piece from the lower layer of the skin tissue.
There was a tiny button on the metal wire. Mo Yan pushed it and threw the metal wire aside.
"Mo Yan, you are so cruel."
Xia Qi didn't know why Mo Yan was tolerant to her, but this man was so kind to her. She opened her arm as if she didn't care about him. She knew it was a signal transmitter. It was a critical moment.
She knew it was used, but Mo Yan cut his arm without thinking.
"I'm not being cruel to you, what do you think? If someone doesn't come quickly, are you going to freeze to death?"
Looking at her, his eyes slowly settled into a soft, sinister and passionate look that made people dare not look directly.
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Leaning silently in his arms, Xia Qi became very silent. Mo Yan pressed her head on his chest, "Get some sleep. I'll call you when someone comes later."
"No, you are the one who is injured."
Mo Yan was stunned and didn't speak.
At this moment, the rumble of a helicopter sounded above the two people's heads, which was very harsh. Then the ladder was thrown down, and Meili's face appeared first, but he was very tired, and his face was covered with blood stains.
Xia Chen's heart sank.
Was Meili injured?
Meili slowly walked up to the two of them and knelt on the ground. There was a hint of pain in her eyes, and her eyes were red. "Boss, the villa is gone. Brothers, they are all dead." Meili bit her lower lip tightly and forced herself.
Enduring the ups and downs of emotions in my heart, "You died to protect me."