Yun Jiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and those two sensitive words spread deeply in her mind, causing her to hold her breath, and a strange color flashed across her eyes...

Would he like her? His way of liking people is really special.

"Why don't you run away?" Now it was Ling Che's turn to ask, "You hate me so much and want to leave all the time. I'm injured, and this is a great opportunity for you to leave. Why don't you leave?"

He stared at her and said word by word:

"You know, when I get better, you won't even have a chance to leave."

Yun Jiao pursed her lips.

How could she not know? At that time, she had thought about leaving or attacking him, but when she thought about how he blocked the sword for her and rolled down the hill to protect her, she hesitated again.

She bit her lower lip and said softly:

"Ling Yunche, I don't think you are as bad as they say."

He has a heart, flesh and blood, and emotions.

"If you treat me well, I will treat you well."

"I want to kill you, but I can't. I want to abandon you, but when I see you covered in blood and dying, I think of you flashing over and blocking the sword for me. When I rolled down the hillside, he was covered in rags and thorns, but I only had a few minor cuts..."

If it weren't for him, she would have been dead or seriously injured if she had rolled down such a high hillside.

"Maybe... I like you too."

She raised her eyes and looked at him deeply, speaking a few words softly but clearly.

There was a dark flash in his eyes...

"Don't you want to leave me? Don't you like that guy named Yang Wei?" he asked in a guiding manner.

"Yang Wei and I were just childhood playmates. After experiencing this incident, I finally knew who I could trust."

"If you can't even trust your lifelong friend, who else in the world can you trust?"

She said seriously, her hand falling on his arm, leaning forward and slowly moving closer to him.

near……

Closer...

The two faces were close to each other, their breath sprayed on each other's faces, and the faint body temperature was intertwined. At such a close distance, one could almost see the pores on the face.

She lowered her head slightly.

Met it!

Soft and warm!

Her lips pressed against his thin lips, she looked at him seriously and said, "Ling Yunche, thank you for saving me, and thank you for liking me. I... like you too..."

His throat slid up and down obscurely, swallowing something.

His large hands suddenly grasped the back of her head, pressing it towards him, deepening the kiss.

Before Mo's eyes closed, a deep and sinister look flashed across them. He had been waiting for this day for a long time!

Mom, you've suffered for more than ten years, I've let you do whatever you want for more than ten years, and that irresponsible father, one day, the accounts will be settled!

Yun Jiao closed her eyes, immersed in this kiss, but her hands hidden in her sleeves were tightly clenched, her nails almost digging into her palms, trying her best to hold back something...

One kiss, two people, eight hundred thoughts.

After a long time, they separated.

His rough fingertips gently stroked her red lips, and his eyes were filled with lust and heavy, but her injuries were too severe and she could not move. Otherwise, he would have killed her in this cave.

"Ache." Being stared at by him, her cheeks turned red and she lowered her head in embarrassment, trying to hide.

He smiled deeply and said, "What did you call me?"

"Ah Che, if you don't like it, I'll change my name..."

"I like it. Call me more often. I want to hear it."

"Ache! Ache, Ache..."