Chapter 64 Chapter 64 Eloping

Inside the room, soft light shone on the man's face.

"Give me a hug."

He made the request so bluntly. She hesitated, and with that face that was not stained with fatigue from work, she told herself, this is the last time.

She walked over, and they pressed together, with her hand reaching out to the butterfly bone. When the man raised his hand, he felt the movement of the bone under the skin.

Yang Suo: "I have a secret to tell you."

The man bent his legs and squatted, putting his hand to her ear, letting the air flow through the earring. "Hey, I love you."

This scared her. She tried to push him away, but it was no use. How could he know this title?

"Who are you?" she questioned, leaning back, but was hugged closer, and the man smiled.

"I'm your boyfriend, don't you remember me?"

Yang's communicator beeped again. He frowned, raised his head, answered it, changed the instructions, hung up the phone nonchalantly, and damaged it.

He changed his mind and said, "Let's elope."

"I don't have a boyfriend," she said coldly, confirming that the man was ill and had ulterior motives. "We've been apart for a long time."

"Now, leave immediately."

He pressed his thumb against her lips, blocking her from saying anything. The face got closer and closer, and she avoided it in disgust, but the man didn't mind and kissed her forcefully.

The saliva stirred, and she smelled a dangerous scent. Unable to push him away, she reached into her trouser pocket for the communicator. Even with a face like that, if he did something like this, she would have no choice but to ask him to go to jail.

She reached her hand down, but was held down, and her fingers interlaced as she reached in and placed them on the man's thigh.

Pure pervert, she wanted to cry but had no tears, she made a sound but swallowed it down, their eyes met, she couldn't help begging for mercy, "Let me go."

The obedience satisfied the man, and when there was some space between them, she kissed him as she remembered, feeling the contours of his face, but secretly preparing to summon his spirit body.

The more passionate the kiss became, the more intoxicated the man became. It also appeared and took action. She gave orders in her heart.

But he seemed to have eyes behind him, and he opened them and said, "Not good."

Holding her, he easily avoided the first wave of impact. The man took out a collar and put it around her neck, similar to the one worn by the sentries in the White Tower. When the green light came on, she felt a sense of despair that she was doomed.

The man carried her to the bed and locked her hands and feet.

How could there still be such a scum in the White Tower? She begged, "How did I offend you? I apologize."

"I'm your partner, right?"

"Yes." She had no other choice but to buy time. There were many people here and he couldn't take her away in front of so many people.

"Call me."

"Director Yang." But the other party was not satisfied and asked her to change.

"Brother Yang Suo." The man continued to shake his head. What did he want?

"Boyfriend, dear, husband..."

Not knowing which one of them pleased him, she lowered her head and kissed her. Bitch, she cursed in her heart, her neck and face flushed with anger, she breathed quickly, and her chest heaved violently.

The man liked to see her like this, it was very vivid, but he had to leave. He made up his mind to take her away.

"Look at me."

The man's voice seemed to have some kind of unique magic. She was trapped in it, and from his mouth, she revealed her experiences, which were exactly the same, even including those she had forgotten.

He must have used some method to read her memory. No wonder she struggled to resist, but soon she was speechless.

She thought before she lost consciousness that she would never write substitute literature again in her next life.

But "Yang Suo" doesn't think so. Her memories are his. From now on, he is her boyfriend, and everything they have experienced will be inherited by him.

She would love him as she always had, just as he longed for.

He didn't expect that he would be captured and fallen into it, and his identity would be reversed in just one day.

When the woman opened her eyes again, she was in a different state, with a look of attachment. She pushed him away and said coquettishly, "Where is this? I want to go home."

"Okay, let's go home."

Manuel sat downstairs waiting, and when he thought the two had finished their conversation, he went upstairs and knocked on the door.

She was about to get up, but her hand was held and her boyfriend stepped forward, "Let me do it."

He opened the door, leaving it only a crack. Manuel looked inside. She was still sitting there, glancing around the room for what seemed like an awful long time. Then he turned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang pushed against the door, but the person outside still pushed it open, walked in, squatted in front of her, and caught a glimpse of her rosy face.

Manuel: "Maybe he should leave and let you rest."

But she remained silent. Instead, she looked at the man beside her. The man stepped forward and said, "We are together. You are not needed here."

Manuel waited for her for a long time, but she remained silent for a long time. Perhaps because she saw that he was not leaving, she frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, goodnight."

Manuel glanced at the man next to him. He was so cold. What had he said? When he left, the man left the door a crack, so he could hear the woman's voice coming from inside.

“This person is so annoying.”

The door closed the next second, deliberately leaving it open for him to hear. He suddenly felt a slight headache, so he squatted beside the door, hugging his knees and leaning against the wall.

Why? He did not think that the sentry was reliable or steady, but he satisfied her.

This person will leave tomorrow, he comforted himself. Soon, the lights in the room were turned off, and he could hear the rustling and shaking sounds clearly, which made him feel more and more painful.

The alarm sounded, indicating that pollutants were gathering around and calling in personnel to clean up. He then stood up, made his preparations, and knocked on the door again, wanting to check that the house was safe.

But there was no response. The room was silent, as if no one was there. It was normal for her not to respond, but what about the other sentry?

He shouted more and more urgently, and started knocking on the door. No one responded from inside, and his heart sank into the abyss. He clenched his fist and smashed the door, breaking in. His green eyes glowed in the dark night, and the place was already deserted.

The window was open and they went through it.

This damn kidnapper!

People outside the screen were particularly surprised by the two people's behavior, especially Shan Hao, who couldn't understand why they fell in love at first sight to the point of going out with them regardless of danger.

This was a horror movie for the management of the White Tower. Questions followed one after another, all of them suspecting whether they had treated her too harshly or educated her improperly.

Because of a brief signal loss, they couldn't hear the two's conversation clearly, but those who understood spoken language could interpret that their relationship wasn't as pleasant as they'd imagined, which was even more worrying. This was especially true after they learned that the sentry named Yang Suo had logged off the system.

He wasn't even a member of the White Tower. The situation spiraled out of control, leaving everyone on edge. The thought that he might be part of the Reform Organization was making it difficult for them to calm down. Many tried to reenter the holographic cabin or connect directly to the brain-computer interface.

But the system unilaterally rejects any application, and they are unable to help. They can only hope that Manuel will notice it in time and bring her back.

Driving at night, the two people crossed their hands and raised them up, with the bright moon peeking out from between their fingers. It was just like the trip a year ago, with the two sitting side by side on the bus and a full moon outside.

She felt inexplicably melancholy, but quickly let it go and glanced at her boyfriend again, "About how long will it take?" She yawned and felt a little sleepy.

"It's a bit far."

"Don't drive while tired. Find a service area and take a break."

She saw some dark shadows swaying outside the window and wondered, "Why is this tree moving?"

"Is there?"

The man looked out the window. The wind stopped and the shadow stopped moving. She must have seen it wrong.

Yang Suo: "Hey, where do you want to go?"

"go home."

"Stay at my place for two days first, and then I'll take you back?"

She counted the vacation time and it was quite long, so she agreed and fell asleep at the end of it. "Don't drag me to go running."

"No problem. I've also learned some cooking skills, so you can enjoy your meal."

The two of them were like real college lovers, snuggling and joking with each other. Yang Suo was enjoying this role-playing, but when the lights of the car behind him flashed, he knew that someone was determined to interrupt.

He doesn't want anyone else to intrude into their world of two.

In a split second, pollutants are generated and rush towards the vehicles behind like a black cloud, blocking their way, even if they are knocked to the ground and crushed into pieces.

As pollutants came one after another, Manuel had to slow down and deal with them, and the distance between him and the car in front of him increased.

They came up like a tide, one after another, surrounding the three layers inside and outside, smashing the glass and jumping in, with bursts of roars.

"Uh~~"

The sheer number of them made people nervous, but Shan Hao believed that he could handle it, it just took time. As someone who had fought together before, he knew the opponent's strength clearly.

Manuel finally crawled out from the pile of corpses, opened his mouth to reveal his fangs, wiped the blood from his head, moved the corpse blocking the road in front of him, and tried to restart the car engine.

He'll catch him.

The next day, she woke up and it was daybreak. The two were still on the road. She couldn't help but worry, "Wait, stop the car first."

"What's up, guy?"

"Going to the bathroom," she said unhappily, "Why don't you take the highway?" What kind of dirt road is this?

"Just bear with it for a while, it will be here soon."

"Stop the car, I can't hold it any longer."

"Okay, I'll stop the car right away."

The car slowed down and pulled to the side of the road. The man put up a warning sign behind it. She found a haystack to relieve herself, but from a distance she saw someone in the mud, what seemed to be hands, and hurriedly pulled up her pants.

She came to her boyfriend, grabbed his arm, and asked nervously, "Look, what is that?"

"Is it a human?"

Yang narrowed his eyes, "Yes, let's go."

Why are you walking? She slapped his arm hard, telling him not to move, and went back to the car to look for the rope. The man looked at her with some confusion.

"Save him."

"We have to hurry." The man refused. He didn't think their life or death had anything to do with him. However, when he met her suspicious gaze, he changed his mind and said, "Kiss me and I'll agree to it."

Like she was sick, she rolled her eyes and kissed him, telling him to come or not, and walked on.

Seeing this, the man followed suit. It didn't matter to others, but not to her.