What Ye Hen was waiting for was Taraki's victory, and what they were waiting for was Taraki's defeat.
The struggle between the two men actually involved a war. No matter whether the war was won or lost, the result was a loss of lives.
Pingzhi is right, their duel is destined to cause such a bloody storm, and the people involved have nowhere to escape.
When Leng Xiao returned to Leng's house, it was already early in the morning, and the sky had not yet lightened up. The dark night shrouded Lincijubi's mansion, like a giant beast dormant in the darkness.
He drove the car into the yard and saw a dim yellow light shining upstairs in the distance.
She was still the same as before, no matter how late it was, she would always leave a light for him, making his cold and tired heart seem to be baked by the light, making it steamy.
Leng Xiao sat in the car and stared at the light for a long time, as if he could see her lying sideways on the bed, curled up into a small ball.
He was not in a hurry to go upstairs, but casually lit a cigarette and enjoyed the rare tranquility and warmth.
Looking back now, it seems that nothing matters anymore. What matters is that when he comes back every day, knowing that she is waiting for him is enough.
Qiu Mo was lying on the bed, holding a spoon in her arms, her long eyelashes blinking as if she was being troubled by a dream.
Leng Xiao stood not far in front of her, holding a black gun in his hand. She chased after him and shouted his name loudly, but he didn't seem to hear her. She ran very fast and didn't see him move, but
Just unable to catch up with him, she fell to the ground with a plop and almost cried. He finally turned around, his face was blurry.
Cold, suddenly there was blood rolling down from his forehead, like little snakes one after another. She was so frightened that she couldn't speak. She could only stretch out her right hand helplessly... and then watched helplessly as he fell to the ground.
In front of him and behind him, Ye Hen, who was also covered in blood, smiled and said, "Momo, you are mine."
But before he finished speaking, his head began to bleed and he couldn't stop it. His face gradually became blurry and distant.
In a blink of an eye, he also fell.
"No, don't."
Qiu Mo didn't sleep deeply because she was always worried about him, so when she heard the sound of the door opening, although it was very soft, she still woke up.
"Momo, what's wrong?" Leng Xiao hugged her into his arms, his palms stained with the cold sweat on her back.
She just kept shaking while holding him. The dream just now was so terrifying, it almost seemed like reality.
"Jiju, don't leave me." She said fearfully.
"Fool, am I not doing well? What are you afraid of?" Leng Xiao hugged her tighter and said with great pity.
Qiu Mo slowly calmed down in his arms, sniffed his body and said, "You smell like several weapons."
Leng Xiao smiled and said: "My Momo has a nose as sharp as Carter's. No wonder she is so close to you."
He seemed to be mocking her in a roundabout way.
Qiu Mo sat up, looked at him sadly and said, "You come back so late every day, of course Carter likes to follow me."
Leng Xiao pinched her face gently: "Little resentful woman."
She looked away angrily and ignored him.
He put his arm around her shoulders flatteringly and said, "Good boy, wait for me. I'm going to take a shower."
"Who wants to wait for you? If you don't wash up in ten minutes, I will go to bed." She lay down on the bed and pulled the quilt.
When Leng Xiao heard this, he took it seriously and immediately ran to the bathroom and started taking off his clothes and taking a shower.
When he wasted no time in finishing the washing, she was already "asleep". He smiled sinisterly, climbed into bed and got under the quilt to hug her from behind.
"Momo." He called softly.
Qiu Mo obviously heard it, but deliberately pretended not to hear it.
His big hand pinched her nose to prevent her from breathing. She was so depressed that she had to open her small mouth. This mouth was immediately penetrated by his tongue. She finally couldn't help opening her eyes and saw the playful light in his eyes.
, a little naughty and a little proud.
"Little one, how dare you pretend to be asleep." He bit her pretty nose.
Qiu Mo shrank into the pillow and said dissatisfied: "It hurts."
His hand slid evilly between her legs, "Does it hurt here?"
"Leng Xiao, you are annoying." Qiu Mo immediately blushed. Even though she had had many sexual encounters, whenever he deliberately said something teasing to her, she would still blush and her heart beat.
He laughed, lowered his head and kissed her.
Qiu Mo didn't look at his successful smile and quickly closed her eyes. However, as she kissed him, she suddenly felt a heat on her face. She stretched out her hand and touched it, and found something sticky on her hand.
"Leng Xiao, what's wrong with you?" She saw blood dripping from his nose through the dim light of the bedside, and it fell on her face drop by drop.
He also discovered it himself, stretched out his hand to touch it, and actually smiled.
"Momo, your charm is so great that my nose bleeds."
"You are still in the mood to tell jokes." Qiu Mo was anxious and annoyed, and quickly got up and pushed him into the bathroom.
His body cannot bleed, and once it bleeds it is difficult to stop it, so she always prevents him from getting hurt.
Leng Xiao lazily let her push him and said absently: "No one can die from a nosebleed."
"Don't talk."
Qiu Mo forced his head into the sink, then turned on the faucet to wash his face, then brought a small stool and stepped on it, asking him to raise his head. She took water and slapped his forehead.
When she was a child, she often had nosebleeds, which is what the maids did.
Leng Xiao laughed when he was photographed, feeling like a child being taken care of, but he was willing to enjoy it all.
Seeing that the blood stopped flowing out, Qiu Mo quickly took two pieces of cotton wool and stuffed them into his nose. Leng Xiao looked at her with a confused look on his face, and she finally laughed because he looked really funny now.
His bangs were wet, there were still water drops on his face, and two wads of cotton were stuffed in his nose, making his handsome image suddenly look a little funny.
He frowned dissatisfied and said, "Why are you laughing? You are smiling so happily."
Qiu Mo just kept laughing, giggling loudly.
Leng Xiao turned to look at the mirror, and immediately made himself laugh in the mirror. When did he, the dignified president of Leng's consortium, become so...childlike?
His vindictive eyes turned to the little woman who was still on the bench in front of him. He stretched out his long arms and picked her up into his arms, then took the cotton and stuffed it into her nose.
"Leng Xiao, you bad guy." Qiu Mo wanted to take it off, but his hand was controlled by him, so she could only glare at him bitterly.
He turned her face to the mirror and looked at the two figures reflected in it, with cotton balls stuffed in their noses. The image was very funny.
She chuckled again, hugging his neck and feeling embarrassed.
"Bah." A drop of blood suddenly fell on Qiu Mo's face. She raised her head in panic and saw the blood soaked through the cotton and dripping heavily. As expected, ordinary methods of stopping bleeding were not enough.