Chapter 42: The Eternal Painting Scroll
One minute, two minutes... Time passed by the second, Mu Xingchen stood still like a statue, attracting the nurses and doctors who came over to take a curious glance, if one were to exaggerate a bit, they would really think that it was a perfect male wax figure from a wax museum standing here.
Meng Jun tightly grasped Du Mingfeng's hand, taking step after step forward. Du Mingfeng's palm was sweating profusely. This made Meng Jun, who had been pretending to be calm, become flustered as well. She deeply understood that she had already pushed him to his limits today. Wouldn't he really explode? Could he really magnanimously let them go?
As she thought, she couldn't help but quicken her pace. It was as if the person behind her wasn't a handsome man loved by all, but a terrifying monster. Although it was calm now, this calmness was clearly an eerie silence before a storm, making her heart skip a beat. She had to keep walking, and fast! It seemed that if she could just escape successfully today, she would be able to completely shake off his grasp!
Just as the two were about to disappear from Mu Xingchen's line of sight, Mu Xingchen suddenly flew to their backs like an eagle spreading its wings.
Meng Jun felt a strong gust of cold wind blowing from behind her neck, and before she could even look back to see what was happening, her entire body was caught up by Mu Xingchen. It was as if an eagle had swooped down and captured its prey.
"Ah!" Meng Jun screamed, this scream was filled with too much fear, too much unwillingness, and too much reluctance.
"Meng Jun." Du Mingfeng also called out, his voice filled with too much helplessness, too much sorrow, and even more self-abasement. It was this self-abasement that would gradually form a wide chasm, separating her from Meng Jun by a great distance.
"Brother Mingfeng, hurry up and report to the police! Let them catch this stinky bandit! Hurry!" Mengjun was tightly held in Mu Xingchen's arms, she struggled desperately to break free from his embrace and shouted loudly at Du Mingfeng.
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Great! Now the police have to be called in! Mu Xingchen's eyes, shining like a star, winked at Meng Jun twice. As the saying goes, "the most venomous woman's heart", why does this girl hate him so much? Unfortunately, the higher the virtue, the higher the evil. She thinks that with the arrival of the kind and lovely People's Police Uncle, they will take her side? Hehe, she has really miscalculated.
"Girl, do you think the wise and powerful police uncle can really come to save you? Do you think these policemen have nothing better to do? With so many big and small cases, they still can't solve them, how would they care about our little lovers' quarrel?" He leaned down low, blowing hot air onto her face, his tone as gentle as water, sweet as honey. Meng Jun suddenly felt a daze.
"I am your savior, I know what you need most." Mu Xingchen's tone became softer and softer, like a gentle breeze on a spring day that lightly swept across her face, bringing her a hint of comfort in an instant; like a warm and bright sunbeam on a winter day that instantly illuminated her heart, and even more like a beautiful butterfly dancing above her soul, about to leave a completely different mark on her soul.
Meng Jun's body trembled uncontrollably again, and this abdominal black male's belly was indeed holding magic. Otherwise, how could she be so unable to control herself? She tightly closed her eyes, not daring to look at those dark and mysterious pupils of his, which were actually a boundless black hole with infinite power, capable of sucking anyone in without warning.
No, no! How can Zhuo Mengjun sink like this? It's too terrible, absolutely not allowed! Her body trembled more and more violently, just like a helpless leaf in the autumn wind, at the mercy of the storm.
"Don't be afraid, my dear, I will give you eternal strength. You are mine, you can only be mine, forever and ever." Mu Xingchen's voice was thick and magnetic, like the gods' incantation echoing in her ears. She felt as if she had been cast under a spell, her consciousness slowly dispersing. She couldn't hear anything, see anything, all she could sense was Mu Xingchen's powerful arms, his warm breath, and his soft lips approaching with a hint of enchantment.
His kiss then covered her, this time different from the past. Less overbearing and fierce, so gentle, so soft. His lips were like a beautiful butterfly dancing and playing in her fragrant flower petals. So harmonious, so sweet, in an instant it was frozen into the most beautiful and eternal picture.
Mu Xingchen and Zhuo Mengjun's sticky and intimate embrace quickly petrified Du Mingfeng, who stared blankly at the two people hugging and kissing, his entire soul seemingly detached from his body. If only souls could really detach, how great would that be! Then he wouldn't have to suffer this torture! Heaven, why are you so cruel!
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