Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The ground was covered with blood, and no one could tell whose it was. No blood could be seen on Mo Jingshen's black shirt, but she knew he had been injured.

And he was severely injured.

The butt of the rifle was hard and sharp, so his back and head must have scarred.

The two men were lying on the narrow damp ground behind the cabin, and there was only silence.

The collar of Ji Nuan's dress was elastic, so it was not torn. Mo Jingshen tugged the clothes on her shoulder upward. Without saying a word, he took her in his arms and hugged her hard.

He hugged her so, so hard.

Almost as soon as the two men fell, a tumult broke out in front of them. The helicopter finally closed in on the camp. As Mo Jingshen said, the helicopters had dropped a lot of stuff.

Mo Jingshen let go of Ji Nuan, then took her wrist and led her toward a place where they wouldn't be hit by a smoke bomb.

Mo Jingshen held her hand firmly, without speaking or looking back at her again, and dragged her back into the forests. He held Ji Nuan's hands that almost festered so hard that it hurt like hell.

But Ji Nuan held her tongue, knowing that the pain was not as great as the one he had just witnessed as he saw her pinned down and almost being rxped by that man.

Ji Nuan didn't ask him to be gentle.

She knew that this man who had always been sane had lost his mind.

She followed him quietly, looking at him and smelling him. As long as he was there, nothing was difficult for her.

She was behind him, not knowing what to say because he was obviously angry. She winced a little, not knowing how to coax him, and didn't even dare to tell him 'she was all right.'

She had really never seen him like this.

He could have fought back and escaped, but he didn't fight. Instead, he threw his gun and would rather be hit and risk being shot at any moment. Why did he do so?

Of course, he did it to save her.

But she had nowhere to hide. She would have run out rather than lie in the haystack and watch him have a gun to his head.

To die with him?

She didn't think about that at that time.

All she knew was that he was Mo Jingshen, her husband, her man, the father of her unborn baby; a light that had guided her throughout her two lives.

She couldn't watch him die.

They walked all the way to the forest without saying a word.

Smoke bombs began to fall, and those who had been completely besieged fled in all directions. Ji Nuan put the damp cloth over her nose and turned her eyes toward Mo Jingshen.

She had covered her mouth and nose, but what about him?

"We're here, so they won't release poisonous smoke or gas. This mini smoke bomb will only cause panic in these people and won't hurt us as long as we try not to breathe hard. But now that you're pregnant, you'd better try not to smell the gas." He didn't look at her while he explained to her.

It was probably because he had seen her covering her nose and mouth at such a time that his rage was relieved a bit, but only a bit.

Coming to his sense, he felt the uneven scalded skin in his palm and slowly released her hand but couldn't bear to see her eyes that turned red in pain.

"Stand here." He paused but didn't say "wait for me here," which she hated to hear. She paused. "I won't go very far."

His voice was extremely cold. If Ji Nuan followed him, he would lose control.

Ji Nuan stood still, saying nothing.

He clung to the last piece of reason that was almost consumed. Her silence strengthened the murderous intent in his mind, and he went out.

Ji Nuan stood there, as he had ordered, without moving or following him.

She saw Mo Jingshen pick up the gun on the ground. As he straightened up, Ji Nuan immediately caught a flash of pain on his face. Obviously, he was injured.

There were wounds on his back, his head, and almost everywhere on his body.

Standing in the forests and looking at the flying helicopters, she narrowed her eyes and didn't move. Not being able to see what was happening in the camp made her feel a little uneasy. As he promised, Mo Jingshen didn't go far. He walked to the front of the camp, seeming as if he knew all the places in the camp.

Soon, the helicopter landed in a field close to Ji Nuan. Mo Jingshen seemed to have known that this must be the best place for helicopters to land. A middle-aged man in American police uniform quickly got off the helicopter. When he saw Ji Nuan, who didn't deliberately hide in the forests, he approached her with a gun, thinking that she was an accomplice of these gangsters, for she wore the white dress that local women usually wore.

"Who are you?" The policeman looked at her cautiously and seriously.

Ji Nuan opened her mouth. Although she was now disheveled, she though the policeman could tell she was East Asian. She raised her hand and wiped her face. Calmly, she said in English, "I am Chinese and Mo Jingshen's wife."

Hearing her say she was Mo Jingshen's wife, the American policeman paused, but apparently, he didn't believe what she said.

At that moment, the door of a black helicopter that had landed at the same time opened, and Feng Ling rushed down and came straight here. "Mrs. Mo!'

Hearing Feng Ling's voice, the policeman hesitated and slowly put down his gun.

Feng Ling had stepped forward quickly and grabbed her hand. "Mrs. Mo, how are you? Sorry, we're late. We've been waiting for this batch of helicopters. After all, the camp is heavily guarded, and if we aren't well-prepared, we will probably fail, so we delayed for two days. You must have suffered a lot these days. We…"

Before she finished her words, she suddenly lowered her head and looked at the back of Ji Nuan's hand. She frowned at once. Without enough time to ask, she pulled Ji Nuan back to the helicopter. "How did your hand get hurt like that? There's a medicine kit in the helicopter. I'll dress the wound for you!"

"I'm fine." As she was being pulled along by Feng Ling, Ji Nuan looked at the direction Mo Jingshen had left. "Where is Mo Jingshen?"

"I think Mr. Mo must have gone to meet Nan Heng. Don't worry. Nan Heng's plane arrived earlier than ours, and the front of the camp has now is under control. The mines planted in the forests are likely to be detonated by those who are running around. You are pregnant, so you can't smell the smoke. It will hurt your baby. Come on, get on the helicopter!"

Ji Nuan was about to find Mo Jingshen, but when she heard the smoke would hurt her baby, she stopped and gave up going to look for Mo Jingshen. As Feng Ling asked her, she got on the black helicopter with the XI base's logo.