Throughout the afternoon, Huanhuan sat in front of her desk in a daze. Whenever she thought of the figure that had been lingering in her mind, her heart became very strange.
Become... uncontrollable.
Becomes less like her.
Mo Sheng didn't know which woman he had gone on an appointment with again, and disappeared without a trace after get off work. Huan Huan returned to his apartment alone, made some cup noodles for dinner, and sat on the sofa watching soap operas alone.
The villa is large, somewhat empty, and not as cozy as my uncle's cabin.
Looking at the clock on the wall, and remembering what Zi Yin said, she irritably changed the channel several times in a row.
No matter what happened to her heart, she knew very well that there were some things and people that she could not touch. It was better to return to the original position before things got worse.
Muddy water will only become muddier the more you wade through it.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the TV series was still going on, and Huanhuan fell asleep on the sofa.
Suddenly, the phone rang, waking her up.
He grabbed the phone in a daze, put it to his ear, and responded vaguely, "Hello?"
On the other end of the receiver, there was a heavy and suppressed gasp, as if he was enduring great pain, "Damn... where are you..."
Hearing this voice, Huanhuan was agitated and sat up suddenly, "Mojia?"
The painful breathing intensified, and it seemed that he no longer had the strength to speak.
Huanhuan knew what had happened, her heart tightened suddenly, and without even hesitating, she blurted out, "Wait for me." She hung up the phone, quickly changed her clothes and rushed out.
After hailing a taxi, she immediately returned to the Mojia villa. Standing outside the gate, Huanhuan pressed the doorbell desperately. She couldn't calm down as long as she thought about Mojia's pain.
"Why is it you?" The maid who came out to open the door immediately turned cold when she saw it was her.
Huanhuan didn't have time to explain so much to her, and besides, he didn't know what to say, so he pushed her away and rushed in.
"You-hey! Stop!"
Ignoring the stunned people in the living room, Huanhuan ran directly upstairs.
Pushing open the door of Mojia's study, Huan Huan's heart suddenly sank when she saw the motionless man lying on the ground.
really.
Mojia's long black hair turned into an enchanting and mysterious silver color, and his face was frighteningly pale.
As expected, Huanhuan calmed down.
She locked the door decisively, not letting anyone in, and then ran over to help him up. Mojia's condition was very bad at the moment, and he could only feel a little bit of life from his chest, which was still rising and falling weakly.
Staring at his lips, Huanhuan had no time to think about it anymore. She gritted her teeth and leaned over to cover them.
Her breath began to linger between his lips and teeth, cool and... nostalgic.
Sister Zhong heard the news and rushed over immediately, "Master, are you in there?"
Huanhuan was startled and frowned uneasily.
Just now, she didn't think about it that much, but now, how is she going to explain her behavior to others? Could it be that Moga is possessed by Lord Sesshomaru, and only her "artificial respiration" can help him?
If this is the case, let alone those who hear it, even those who tell it will not believe it!
"Master?" Sister Zhong twisted the door handle and found that it was locked from the inside. She frowned and turned back to the maid to tell her, "Go and get the key."
Huanhuan was about to raise her head when she was anxious, but a big hand gently supported the back of her head. Although the force was weak, it carried an undeniable strength.
Huanhuan looked back and immediately met a pair of red eyes.