She could feel his heartbeat next to hers, which seemed to be at the same frequency.
It would be nice if I could hold you for a little longer.
All eyes were focused on Qiu Mo. She tilted her head slightly, her green silk hair was like satin, and her flowing eyes seemed to want to see the person behind her clearly.
"Momo, don't go." He suddenly whispered in her ear: "I got news about you from your friends and found out that your eyes are not good. I have contacted the best ophthalmologists abroad and followed me.
Go back and I will work on your eyes until your disease is cured, Momo... give me a chance to make up for it... trust me again, okay?"
He prayed like a child, and every word was like two slender fingers plucking the fragile string in her heart. She closed her eyes, pulled his hand away with her hand, and he shook his hand slightly.
Stunned, he immediately tightened his grip again and moved a little closer to her. He was so reluctant to let her go, but he felt helpless and could only rely on such a barbaric way to keep her.
"Leng Xiao, let go." Qiu Mo's tone was calm, but her heart felt like it was being pinched tightly by a big hand, even the surrounding blood vessels were exposed, and it hurt so much.
He didn't make a sound and still held her tightly.
"Leng Xiao, you said it yourself. After three days, if the answer I give is still not to come back to you, are you willing to admit defeat? Do you want to go back on your word?" She asked coldly.
Not long after she finished speaking, Qiu Mo felt her hands around her waist suddenly loosen up, and her heart, which had been hanging high, finally fell to the ground with a thud, and then fell into pieces.
The body against his back gradually moved away, and a thorough coolness flowed into his clothes like wind.
Qiu Mo felt sad in her heart. Maybe at this moment, she should give him a hug and talk to him properly, because this time of farewell might mean that she would never see him again.
Ye Hen stretched out his hand in front of her, and the sunlight coated his fingertips and arms with a layer of warm gold, "Come here, Momo."
Qiu Mo gritted her teeth and walked towards Ye Hen.
The short distance of five or six meters turned out to be longer than ever to her. She could feel the eyes behind her staring at her closely with a burning and desperate look, making every step she took feel like
The awn is on the back.
Ye Hen was confident from the beginning, because he had a big enough trump card in his hand. He didn't need to turn over this card at all. Qiu Mo had already lost completely.
Now only she can save Lin Jinfeng, and not only does she want to save Lin Jinfeng, she also wants to completely defeat this devil. If she wants to escape from this prison, she can only rely on herself.
This decision suddenly became very clear when she woke up in the middle of the night. She was also shocked by her boldness. She knew better than anyone who Ye Hen was and how powerful he was. However, she was too oppressed by him.
After being imprisoned for so long, the desire to break away from everything and fly high grows as quickly as moso bamboo.
But Leng Xiao, the man she once regarded as the only beacon of warmth in her life, poured a basin of cold water on her when her love burned to the last moment.
In fact, from that moment on, my heart was probably dead, but the residual love for him was still there to support me.
She could never convince herself to let go completely. No matter what choice she made, from now on, Xiaolang would be the only passer-by when she entered the Hou family.
"Momo, be good." Ye Hen hugged the approaching Qiu Mo into his arms and looked at Leng Xiao opposite him provocatively. No need to say anything more, the outcome of this 'war' has been decided.
On the contrary, Leng Xiao did not show any expression of grief, and his deep black eyes were filled with boundless depth.
He lit a cigarette and started smoking it slowly. After smoking the whole cigarette, he put one hand on the roof of the car, looked at Ye Hen with sharp eyes and said: "Remember today well, this will definitely make you pay a heavy price."
The days of price.”
After saying that, he turned around and got into the car without looking at Qiu Mo again.
The black car backed out of the compound of the community and accelerated into the road ahead.
It wasn't until the car shadow disappeared that Qiu Mo dared to raise her head from Ye Hen's arms. She didn't have the courage to look at his expression, although as soon as she closed her eyes, she could clearly feel his warm body gradually moving away.
She, like an explorer, watched helplessly as the only bonfire in front of her was extinguished, and the darkness that followed swallowed her up.
"let's go."
Ye Hen pinched her face and said with a smile.
"Yes." Qiu Mo agreed lightly, and she was hugged by him and walked towards the car parked at the door.
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Qiu Mo soaked her body in the milk-like hot spring, which is a local specialty. Because of the water quality, the water here is like natural milk.
Looking into the distance from here, you can see the most famous volcano in the area. It is said that it erupts once every twenty years. A circle of thick snow on the top of the mountain looks like a man wearing a bow tie.
She had just closed her eyes and calmed down for a while when she heard a maid whispering outside: "Miss, sir, you said you have been soaking in the bath for too long. Let me call you to wipe yourself."
In fact, Qiu Mo stayed there for such a long time on purpose. It would be good not to see that man even for a second.
She lightly agreed: "I'm going out now."
After walking out of the hot spring, she pulled out a bath towel and put it around her.
At this time, Qiu Mo looked like a fairy in the heavenly realm from myths and legends, with her whole body exuding beauty and sexiness.
She raised her hand to straighten the long hair around her ears, and the bracelet on her wrist slid down gently, revealing her snow-like skin and icy muscles that could be broken by a blow.
Qiu Mo dried herself and found a cotton nightgown to put on.
She glanced out the window and saw that it was almost night time. This was her seventh day in Iceland.
In the past seven days, Ye Hen had never shown up. She wanted to find out about Lin Jinfeng, but everyone was tight-lipped.
It seemed to be the same today. She went to have dinner in the splendid hall outside, and then returned to the bedroom to sleep.
This life cycle repeats itself over and over again.
But as soon as she walked out of the hot spring room, she saw Ye Hen sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking down at the newspaper. When he saw her coming out, his eyes that gradually narrowed stayed on her body for a while. The beauty just got out of the bath.
, the hair is still wet, and it hangs sexyly on the soft shoulders. Although the style of the pajamas is conservative, the pair of snowy feet exposed are white and slender, making people unable to take their eyes away.
Qiu Mo felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so she deliberately turned her head to one side and asked, "You're back."
He had already put down the newspaper in his hand and walked over, picked her up by the waist amidst her exclamations, and carried her until she walked to the dining table before sitting down.
"What are you doing? Put me down." With him on his lap, this position was really awkward, not to mention there were several maids standing around, but they were well trained and just pretended not to see her.