Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 687: He Had Never Seen Such Look in Mr. Mo's Eyes. He Seemed…

K drove straight ahead at almost a racing speed. He drove so fast that the wheels screeched from time to time.

Ji Nuan didn't want to see Mo Jingshen so sad. She swallowed the blood back and raised her hand to touch his face, trying to turn him back into that powerful man that had everything in his control and trying to make him happy, but she was so weak that she couldn't even raise her hand.

Mo Jingshen immediately took her hand and put her bloody hand onto his face. Ji Nuan had never seen him so flustered. His body and face were stained with her blood.

But, he was still so handsome…

Ji Nuan, leaning against his chest, smiled.

Feeling Mo Jingshen's hands carefully supporting her back, she felt that his arms were the safest place in the world.

At least, in this life, she wouldn't die alone but in his arms.

But she was also sad because Mo Jingshen would be left alone in the world…

It was so quiet in the car. K remained silent and concentrated on driving, almost frantically.

It was so quiet in the car that it seemed that there were only Mo Jingshen and Ji Nuan in the car. Mo Jingshen didn't speak but kept wiping the blood gusting out of Ji Nuan's mouth. He held her tightly because of what Ji Nuan had just said, and his eyes that were always calm were all bloodshot. Ji Nuna lay in his arms and didn't speak either. She was really tired and it really hurt. Feeling her strength draining away, she gradually felt numb and couldn't even feel the pain.

Mo Jingshen had managed to find her back only three hours after Atuta kidnapped her. Although she was covered with wounds and might even die in his arms, at least she was free from fear and torment now. She really appreciated him.

She appreciated that he tried so hard to save her and also for all the other things he had done for her.

Ji Nuan gradually stopped swallowing blood. Mo Jingshen clenched her hand that was put on his face and said hoarsely, "Please, stay with me."

But Ji Nuan really couldn't open her eyes. She had a vague feeling that he was kissing her eyes, pinching her jaw, and even pressed on her philtrum, to force her to open eyes. She used all her strength but could only frown and said in a voice so light that he had to put his ear to her mouth to hear. "It really hurts… What can I do to stop the pain… The worst thing in life is not to die… but to die twice…"

Mo Jingshen lowered his eyes to look at the little woman who was almost bathed in blood, shouting hoarsely and angrily, "Ji Nuan, open your eyes! Hold on for me! Look at me! Do you hear me? Open your eyes!"

Ji Nuan's eyelids twitched. Mo Jingshen put her feeble hand onto his face but her fingers had stopped moving.

"Nuan Nuan!"

Her eyes were closed and she no longer moved. Her frowned brows loosened and her consciousness was gone little by little as the blood drained away.

"Ji Nuan! Stay with me!"

"…"

"Ji Nuan!"

"…"

"K! Hurry up!"

K looked at them in the rearview mirror as he drove. When he that Ji Nuan didn't move at all, he wanted to say something to comfort him, but when he saw Mo Jingshen's eyes, his heart trembled and he couldn't utter a word.

He had never seen such a look in Mr. Mo's eyes. He seemed to be begging him to drive faster.

K stepped on the gas hard. Fortunately, the pedestrians and vehicles on the road had been cleared off ten minutes ago. He accelerated the car to the extreme and raced on the road…

The gunshot wound of Ji Nuan was lethal and common hospitals couldn't save her, so they headed for the largest international hospital in Los Angeles where the best doctors, medical devices, and resources were. Nanheng was once shot and almost died many years ago, but the doctors in this hospital saved his life. Now they could only hope that this hospital could save Ji Nuan. If even this hospital couldn't save her, then no one could.

"Nuan Nuan, look at me…"

Who was speaking?

Ji Nuan's consciousness was in chaos. She vaguely heard someone calling her, but the voice was very distant and seemed to be very far away yet seemed to be very close to her.

Getting no response from the little woman in his arms, Mo Jingshen clenched her hand hard, not letting her hand drop. He kept her hand onto his face, but he could fell her hand growing colder bit by bit although the blood flowing out of her body was still warm.

——

They arrived in the hospital after fifteen minutes. Considering the distance to the hospital, that was almost an impossible speed.

Ji Nuan was sent into the hospital's emergency room as soon as possible. Seeing Dr. Wendell who had saved many lives in the XI Base put on her surgical gown and walked into the ER, K heaved a breath of relief. He looked back, only to see Mo Jingshen standing blankly and his body covered with Ji Nuan's blood. Many people passing by were shocked to see so much blood on his body and guessed he must be injured. Otherwise, why was there so much blood over him?

"Mr. Mo." K walked over. He held Mr. Mo in great respect and awe, so he was usually careful in what he said to him, but now he was at a loss what to say to him.

"The best doctors in Los Angeles are all here. Mrs. Mo'll be all right," K said hesitantly. Even he himself wasn't sure whether Ji Nuan's life could be saved or not.

After all, Ji Nuan was shot in the neck which was a vital part of the body. If the gunshot was several centimeters higher, Ji Nuan would have died on the spot.

Blood kept gushing out from Ji Nuan's mouth. Her insides were definitely badly damaged, and her body also had a lot of injuries.

It was just because Mo Jingshen knew Ji Nuan was shot in the neck that he knew better than anyone the danger she was in now.

Mo Jingshen didn't speak but kept looking at the red light on the door of the ER. Covered all over with Ji Nuan's blood, he stood numbly still and stared at the door in front of him as if Ji Nuan would disappear in this door in the next moment.

He kept staring at the door with his deep, dark, and bloodshot eyes. K wanted to say something to him, but seeing his look, he couldn't utter a single word in the end.

There were people coming and going outside the door of the ER. Mo Jingshen was like a statue, not listening to anyone but staring at the door. From time to time, there were doctors who passed by and wanted to come over, but then they were too frightened by his icy aura to get any closer or ask him questions.