She had no idea that Dongfang Jing had carefully arranged the battlefield for two months and that the person waiting would be him.
Qingqing pointed in a certain direction: "This way!"
The opponent's firepower was too intensive, and they couldn't even spare more time to reminisce about the past. Compared to three years ago, his outline had not changed much, but it gave people a mature sense of oppression.
This sense of oppression made her feel breathless like never before.
But now is not the time to analyze her feelings. It’s not that she doesn’t know about Dongfang Jing’s careful arrangements for this. Because she knows, she has no confidence at all at this moment. At this moment, she holds Zunzun’s hand tightly, and her palms are sweating.
"You are indeed here!" Zunzun was in the middle of changing bullets, his eyes were burning and his tone was extremely vicious.
Qingqing moved her mouth, but before she could speak, this time he held her hand, protected her with his body, and turned around to fight back violently.
"When will support arrive?"
he asked the guard beside him.
The guard threw Zunzun a gun and said: "BOSS, we can't contact you."
"They can't come." Qingqing interrupted.
Gu Zhizun raised his head, looking into his loving eyes with unclear meaning.
"Follow me!"
In just two sentences, there were no more unnecessary words. The enemy behind him was getting closer and closer. The guards fell one by one. In the end, only he, her, and the few five people around him were left.
This run lasted five full days.
The shirt she was wearing was cut into rags by sharp weeds, and he began to be jealous of the leopard skin she was wearing.
"BOSS, if this continues, none of us can escape!"
The enemy's firepower became more and more fierce, and Dongfang Jing's troops came out in full force. Was he trying to eliminate him in one fell swoop?
Everyone's physical strength has reached the limit, and ammunition is seriously insufficient. The people who came to support were blocked on the road and could not be rescued. Gu Zhizun threw away a gun with bullet holes in his hand, pulled her and jumped behind a boulder as a cover.
The men's movements were perfect to protect them from the blind spot of strafing.
"Here you go." Qingqing put the gun on her waist into Gu Zhizun's hand. He didn't take it. Instead, he held her face, pointed it at her lips, and bit down hard.
Blood flowed down the corners of their lips.
Qingqing reluctantly pushed Gu Zhizun away and slapped him on the face. His hand was clasped by him again, and then her body was placed directly on the grass. The stones on the grass made her back hurt but she could not moan.
"Gu Zhizun, let me know when you are in heat. Now..."
"Don't fucking tell me what time it is now. I know better than you, so shut your mouth!" What he wanted to do to her was not just a day or two, but a whole three years. Gu Zhizun had no intention of doing it.
He hugged her neck politely and lifted up her leopard skin.
Several of the men around him glanced away and quickly looked away, taking turns changing their gun ammunition to stop the opponent's violent counterattack.
"I need three minutes!" Gu Zhizun had already unzipped his trousers, and the man, regardless of his priorities, said to the several guards who swore loyalty to the death.
The guards didn't even move their heads. They knew what he meant by three minutes. At the critical moment of life and death, someone actually joked: "BOSS, I'll give you ten minutes. We will look down on you in three minutes!"
"I only need three minutes!" Gu Zhizun didn't care at all about the contempt and ridicule of his subordinates: "She dares to let me search for three years, why should I let her feel happy?"
He rushed directly into the woman's body and held onto the struggling Qingqing: "I swore three years ago that I would never let her have an orgasm in this life."