Lucky to Have You Till the End

As the descending speed became faster and faster, in order to prevent Tang Xinyan from being injured, when he touched the ground, Mo Chiwei directly cushioned her with his body.

Hearing a muffled hum, Tang Xinyan quickly opened her eyes and looked at the man with a fuzzy outline in the night. She asked worriedly, "Wei Mo Chi, are you okay?"

Mo Chiwei's voice was low and could not hear the emotional ups and downs, "It's okay, don't worry."

She got up from him hurriedly.

Under the cliff, a barren hill is surrounded by bushes and sparse trees.

Mo Chiwei took Tang Xinyan's little hand and led her to the woods.

Moonlight couldn't see through, and it was pitch black everywhere, but Mo Chiwei was not affected at all. He seemed to have a pair of night glasses, his pace was steady and vigorous, and he was especially unhurried.

Tang Xinyan stared at his straight Xinlong back, becoming more and more curious about his identity.

He is able to travel unimpeded in the dark mountain forest. He has definitely received some kind of professional training!

Soon, he found a small cave, picked some banana leaves and spread them on the ground, and took her to sit on it.

The wind at night was a bit cold, and she shrank her body. Seeing this, he took off his leather jacket and put it on her shoulders.

Seeing that he was only wearing a thin T-shirt inside, she wanted to return the leather jacket to him, but he was violently stopped, "Wear it well, I am not cold!"

"You only wear a T-shirt, how can it be cold?" She insisted on returning the coat to him.

He hugged her from behind, put his firm and perfect chin on her slender shoulders, with thin lips attached to her ears, and said in a deep and mellow voice, "Ms. Mo won't be cold holding me. "

This man--

The appearance looked cold and cold, but I didn't expect to know how to provoke a woman's heart so well.

Tang Xinyan was tightly wrapped in his arms, the clear breath between his lips and nose beside her ears, she curled her long eyelashes low, her heart thumped and throbbed.

"Can we go out before seven tomorrow morning?" she asked quietly.

He said in a low voice, "It won't be long before Jian Cheng will lead people to find us."

It seems that he had arranged in advance.

She watched him clasp her big hands around her waist, as if warm current ran across her chest.

Tonight Mo Chiwei is like a **** descending from the sky, touching, warm and happy.

She raised her little hand and was about to take the initiative to cover the back of his hand. Her hungry stomach suddenly made an indecent grunt, and she bit her lip, instantly embarrassed and embarrassed.

Hearing the sound, he first stunned for a few seconds, and then let out a low, mute laugh deep in the throat bone.

Hearing him teasing her, her ears were so red that she pulled away his hand, she clenched her hands into fists, and slammed her on him, "Don't laugh—"

Seeing her blushing face and embarrassed expression, the corners of his lips smiled deeper. Seeing this, she became more embarrassed, and covered his thin lips with a small hand, "Wei Mo Chi, you are too hateful, I tell you not to laugh again!"

Wei Chi Mo grabbed Tang Xinyan's little hand, hugged her and lay on the banana leaf.

The two were very close, the tips of her nose almost touched each other, and her breathing became tight in an instant.

Seeing his dark and deep eyes, she felt an indescribable panic. Her heartbeat kept accelerating, and she couldn't control it.

She moved her eyes away, and did not dare to look at him for a long time, "Mo, Mo Chi..."

Even if this man doesn't do anything, he can exude a heart-palpitating breath.

Mo Chiwei raised his hand and pushed aside the strand of hair that was blocking her cheeks, a little smile appeared in his dense black eyes, "I'm afraid of being alone with me?"

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