The woman's moist eyes widened, and the two tears she had squeezed out hung on her eyelids. A dazzling silver light came towards her. Calmly and decisively, she turned her body slightly to one side, leaned back, and successfully avoided it.
First person's attack.
However, although she was defenseless and escaped the first man's attack, the second man seemed to see through her quickly. When she leaned back, the sharp knife quickly stabbed her in the back.
go--!
She pursed her lips and pushed her waist forward again. Although the knife did not hit her waist, it scraped her white and tender arm when she dodged.
The bright red blood, like a trickle of water, fell down her beautiful jade-white arm. She protected her injured arm with one hand and stepped back...
In the narrow alley, she was surrounded by two men in front and behind.
The two foreign men said a few words in Italian that she didn't understand, and then rushed up together.
One grabbed her shoulders and pinched her head, while the other man put a knife against her fragile head and neck. The knife was close to the fair skin, and the beating pulse was so clear that the sharp edge was trembling.
She was forced to raise her head, staring at her with watery eyes, and a contemptuous smile escaped from the corners of her lips.
The man who held her hostage suddenly spoke, and he spoke in Chinese, "Are you...Xia Zhitong?"
His Chinese is not Liuli, and the woman only vaguely heard a vague name, what is it called "Xianzi Tong"??
Anyway, it’s this woman named “Tong” who looks exactly like me.
She pursed her lips, said nothing, held the man hostage, and asked another foreigner to take out a photo and compare it to the side of the woman's face.
The woman opened her eyes wide and held her breath, trying to see the photo clearly, but unfortunately it was right next to her ear and her head couldn't move, so she couldn't see how much the rumored "Tong" looked like herself.
The two men spoke some more Italian, their eyes full of doubts.
Suddenly, the person holding her hostage from behind lifted her hair. She was so painful that her hair was numb, and tears flowed out instinctively...
"You...who are you? I know you can understand Chinese. How much do you want to let me go? I'll pay double...three times...!"
She was far more difficult than the two foreign men imagined. She kicked the man walking in front of her. The man grunted in pain, turned around, and slapped her hard!
Blood flowed from her nose, and her hair was messed up. Then there was another slap in the face, and she felt her head buzzing, and drops of blood fell to the ground.
Just when she was about to be knocked unconscious——
She suddenly heard the footsteps of a man, coming towards her. The man who kept beating her was knocked down easily, but he moved too fast, like a gust of wind, and came in front of her.
It was a handsome and slightly cold and angry male face, with a touch of love floating in the dark eyes. The big hands full of veins made a sound between bones in her ears, and held them against her neck.
The knife in his hand was pulled hard, and the knife fell to the ground. Before the person holding Xia Zhitong could take action, something similar to a syringe in his hand was pierced into the neck.
The two foreign men fell to the ground in pain and screamed in pain.
Huo Cheng looked forward to the woman whose cheeks were red and swollen after being beaten. Her waist-length hair, as beautiful as a waterfall, was messy and scattered around her cheeks. Tears were floating in those familiar eyes, hazy,
His heart once again thought of Xia Zhitong's sad eyes and sad face...
Suddenly, he hugged her delicate body and used force, as if he wanted to crush her into his arms.
The woman in her arms couldn't help the pain, but didn't dare to let herself cry out. She sobbed softly, and the sounds fell on his ears...
He only knew that no matter whether the woman in his arms was Xia Zhitong in his dream, or an unfamiliar woman whose name he didn't even know, he just wanted to hug her, deeply... and use all his strength to...
Protect her and love her at this moment.
The sinister black eyes were narrowed together, and the icy eyes looked coldly at the people groaning on the ground, with a faint smile on the corners of the lips.
Three years later, he finally came for revenge. It seemed that he had traveled all over the world and offered a sky-high price for his head. However, with his own strength, what financial resources and courage could he do?
There must be someone secretly supporting such a thing.
He patted the woman in his arms and comforted her with a magnetic voice, "Don't be afraid, it's safe now."
She nodded and grabbed his shoulders. She had never felt such a strong dependence on a man, even a strange man. It was as if she had had such an experience before. Being held by him made her feel so warm in her heart.
…
He carried her out of the alley and returned to the car.
He took out the medicine box and personally treated the wound on her arm. She gritted her teeth, her face was as pale as paper, and her smooth forehead was covered with thin beads of cold sweat.
She was not a person who couldn't bear pain, but the mouth of the knife was very special, with a hook. Her hands seemed to be clinging to the edge of the cliff. Those weak and boneless little hands, holding his shoulders, actually
It will make him feel a little pain.
"The wound is deeper than I thought. If you feel pain, you have to scream."
He personally wiped the disinfectant on her, wiped it carefully, and looked attentively.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't stop crying. When the medicine touched the wound, it was as if the skin had been torn open again. She lowered her head, looked at his thick arm, and bit down hard...
"Well……"
He groaned, and his handsome face tensed up. Perhaps he could feel the pain of her injury at this moment. While treating the wound quickly, he raised his arm and brought it closer.
Her hands hugged his hands, arms that were only warm and made people feel safe. The strong male breath lingered on the tip of her nose. When it hurt, the memory was unforgettable. That smell made her find her again on the edge of collapse in pain.
The part that overlaps with memory.
Tong?
Who is that woman named Tong?
That dead woman named Tong, why are there still people chasing her after her death? What was her past identity, who was she guilty of, and what was the cause of her death?
Mysteries were spinning in her brain. Every time she thought about something, her brain would feel sharp pain. It was like a fact that was deliberately hidden and no one was allowed to uncover it.
She was dripping with cold sweat, and he was also dripping with sweat. After treating her wounds, she became weak and fell into her arms.
She almost forgot how much she hated him holding her in a domineering and unreasonable way a few times before, but now, she felt that this man's chest was broad and gentle, making her want to close her eyes and have a deep sleep.
.
…
"Who were those people just now? When they held me hostage, they took out a photo and said I was the woman named...Tong."
She frowned tightly and looked up at his sharp chin. His expression suddenly became serious, his eagle eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, and his big hand that gently hugged her tightened suddenly.
"Tong...who is she? Isn't she the woman you loved so much that you mentioned? She is already dead, but why are people still looking for her? What was the cause of her death?"
Her questions were like a series of poisonous needles piercing his heart, and the pain of regret spread in his chest.
His whole body trembled violently, and she froze when she looked up at his handsome face. His complex black eyes were filled with tears, which made her scared and curious...