Chapter 113 Chapter 113 Lin Wenlinmo x Wen Laiyak...
It was already early morning.
The Wendy family's main residence stood in the night, and the vast expanse of blue and white European-style buildings looked particularly cold and awe-inspiring under the moonlight.
The cold fountain flows quietly under the night sky, and the water waves sparkle in the dim light, as if pieces of broken stars are scattered on the water.
There was silence all around, with only the gentle sound of the fountain echoing.
"Head of the family."
"Welcome, Master."
"Good morning, Master of the household."
…
Everyone's respectful voices echoed in the corridor.
Wen Laiyak, dressed in a neat blue military uniform, walked steadily through the long corridor.
However, when he reached the door of his bedroom, he paused slightly, his fingers hovering over the door handle, hesitant to press it.
His gaze lingered on the door panel for a moment, as he peered at something through the heavy wooden door, seemingly suppressing some emotion.
a long time,
Wen Laiyak finally reached out and unlocked the door with his fingerprint.
The door slowly opened, and the scene inside the room came into view.
Snow-white gauze curtains hung gently at the four corners of the bed, on which sat a male insect.
He has an upright posture, broad shoulders, and is tall. His long gray hair is braided into an exquisite pigtail and hangs neatly behind his head.
It was Lin Mo who was "kidnapped".
Lin Mo's profile was stern, and his dark grey eyes stared at the night sky outside the window. There was a sense of arrogance and indifference in his eyes, and he always felt that he was keeping a distance from the whole world.
"Hero..."
Wenlayak stood at the door, his eyes fell on the male insect. He opened his mouth and finally called out this name again.
Lin Mo did not respond.
Wen Laiyak smiled bitterly and finally realized that he could no longer call Lin Mo that.
He no longer has that qualification.
The air in the room was as stagnant as death. Only the wind outside the window gently blew through the gauze curtains, bringing a hint of coolness.
Wen Laiyak pursed his lips, walked slowly to the bedside, and said in a restrained voice: "Sir Lin Mo."
Lin Mo then slowly turned his head, and his dark grey eyes swept coldly towards Wenlaiak, without a trace of warmth in his eyes.
"Is this interesting, Commander Wenlaiak?"
There was a distinct coldness in his words.
"Is it fun to lock me up like this?"
Wenlaiak's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.
He didn't answer, but slowly knelt down beside the bed, his knees landing straight on the soft carpet, his back still straight.
"terribly sorry……"
Lin Mo's brows knitted slightly, and the coldness in his eyes grew even stronger.
His voice was filled with suppressed anger, like an undercurrent surging beneath the ice:
"Then let me go."
Wenlayak raised his head, his eyes firm and stubborn, with no intention of giving in.
His voice was firm: "No."
The wind blew gently outside the window, and the gauze curtains swayed slightly, as if sighing for this silent confrontation.
Lin Mo originally thought that Wenlaiyak would arrest him, but he never expected that the force that rushed out halfway and kidnapped him was also from Wenlaiyak.
Then Lin Mo was hidden here—Wenlaiak’s master bedroom in the Wendy family.
He was not put in chains or shackles, but there were guards outside in circles and layers, with one guard every three steps and one guard every five steps.
To put it nicely, it means hiding; to put it bluntly, it means imprisonment. According to the laws of the Zerg at any stage, they will be subject to flogging and exile.
Even if Wen Laiyak is the commander of the Third Army.
"Since you are unwilling to let me go, there is nothing to say between us."
Lin Mo's voice was as cold as ice, and his dark grey eyes stared directly at Wenlaiak.
"What's the point of kneeling like this? Are you planning to kneel all night?"
Wenlaiak lowered his head, a wry smile curled up at the corner of his lips, and his voice was light but firm:
"If this can calm Lord Lin Mo down, I can certainly kneel for the whole night."
Lin Mo's brows furrowed even more tightly. His voice remained cold, but with a hint of annoyance.
"That's not necessary."
He paused.
"There's no need to waste time."
The room fell silent again. Wenlaiak was still kneeling there, his back straight, like a silent statue.
His eyes dropped to the soft carpet, his expression filled with stubborn persistence.
Lin Mo turned his head and looked at the night sky outside the window again, his dark grey eyes dotted with stars.
Only time passes slowly in silence.
"then."
Wenlaiak's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with a bitterness that was hard to conceal.
"Why did Lord Lin Mo divorce me? Is it really because of that incident?"
Lin Mo was silent for a moment, his eyes still looking out the window, as if he was looking back at something through the night sky.
His voice was calm and cold, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him:
"Not only that, I don't like marriage or any female insects in the first place."
Wenlaiak's fingertips trembled slightly, and his voice became even lower, with an almost humble plea:
"But you gave me too many illusions of tenderness."
His eyes fell on Lin Mo's profile, and pain flashed in his eyes.
"It makes me feel—as if I'm the exception."
Hearing this, Lin Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he regained his composure.
"But you just said it was just an illusion."
He paused and continued,
"Don't kneel down, get up and go out."
But this sentence was useless. Wen Laiyak's eyes stayed on Lin Mo stubbornly, as if he wanted to find a flaw in that cold face.
He stood up slowly, his knees a little stiff from kneeling for a long time, but he did not leave. Instead, he reached out and unbuttoned his military uniform.
The blue military jacket gently slid to the ground, followed by the belt and trousers, one by one falling on the carpet with a slight sound.
The moonlight was like water, spilling into the room.
Wen Laiyak's figure appeared particularly clear in the moonlight, and his white shirt barely covered his thighs.
Her legs were long and straight, shining white in the moonlight. From the thighs to the calves, the lines were smooth, and even the toes looked beautiful. Although there were scars, they were just right and impeccable.
Lin Mo's eyes habitually fell on his legs, and then he quickly looked away, trying to hide his momentary distraction, but his heartbeat uncontrollably quickened.
fed up……
Wen Laiyak seemed to notice Lin Mo's gaze. He didn't say anything, but just stood there quietly, letting the moonlight envelop him.
Lin Mo frowned helplessly: "Wenlaiyak, what are you doing?"
Wenlayak did not answer this question. He just stood there quietly, taking off his upper body clothes one by one. His jade-white skin looked particularly dazzling under the dim light.
His eyes were still fixed on Lin Mo's face, as if waiting for his reaction.
"Okay, you're not going out, are you?"
Lin Mo glanced at Wenlaiak.
"Then I'll go out."
After he finished speaking, he lifted the quilt and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet. The subtle touch on the soles of his feet could not calm the irritability in his heart.
Wen Laiyak was almost completely naked at the moment, and even the slightest breeze felt cold. A trace of panic flashed across his face, and he hurriedly took a step forward and reached out to grab Lin Mo's wrist.
In a hurry, he blurted out a name that he shouldn't call again: "Hero!"
Lin Mo paused.
Only the wrist was pulled, and the area of skin contact between them was just a small one.
But at that moment,
A strong tremor went straight from Lin Mo's wrist to his heart.
Lin Mo knew that it was not a tremor, it was the roar of his heart, a precursor to the sudden outburst of long-suppressed emotions.
He endured it again and again, and finally gritted his teeth, turned his head, and grabbed Wenlaiak's shoulders tightly with such force that he almost crushed his bones.
His voice was low and suppressed, with an indescribable anger:
"Winlayak, you must do this, right?"
He stared intently at Wenlaiak's eyes, as if he wanted to see into the depths of his soul through those eyes.
"Why don't you just be the head of your family? Why? You clearly know that getting involved with me won't be a good thing for you."
The voice gradually rose, with an almost insanely angry questioning,
"I wanted to get you out, but you just barged in anyway. How stupid of you!"
Wenlaiak's shoulders were pinched so hard that they hurt, but he didn't struggle. He just looked at Lin Mo quietly, with a stubborn determination in his eyes:
"My Lord. I just... don't want to lose you again."
Lin Mo's hand trembled slightly, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to be shattered by something.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just let go of his hand:
"You think you're saving me—No, you're disrupting my plans by doing this, understand?"
"But... My Lord, I'm in so much pain."
Wenlaiak whispered, the words coming out from the depths of his throat, with undisguised vulnerability.
"What?"
Lin Mo frowned suddenly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He turned around and his eyes fell on Wenlaiak's face, as if wanting to confirm whether he had heard correctly.
"My Lord, I'm in so much pain."
Wenlaiak repeated it, his voice so soft that it was almost a whisper.
He slowly walked in front of Lin Mo, his cold white face looked particularly pale under the moonlight. A tear silently slid down from the corner of his eye, slowly flowed down his cheek, and finally fell on his thin collarbone.
The commander of the Third Legion has fair skin, but his body is covered with various scars of varying sizes.
Since the last time Lin Mo saw this body, there were more scars on it.
and,
A little thinner.
Wenlayak cried.
Lin Mo was stunned, and his whole body seemed to be hit by the tear, and he froze in place.
He had never seen Wenlaiak cry, and had never seen this usually strong and calm female insect show such a vulnerable side.
For a moment, my heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something, the pain was so severe that it almost tore it apart.
"Wen, Wen Layak,"
Lin Mo almost subconsciously reached out his hand, lightly touched Wenlaiyak's cheek with his fingertips, and wiped away the tear.
"Don't cry, don't cry..."
It was impossible for Wenlaiyak to avoid Lin Mo's touch. His sapphire-like eyes just looked at Lin Mo quietly.
His voice was low and hoarse, with an almost pleading tone:
"My Lord, it really hurts... It hurts so much here."
He took Lin Mo's hand and pressed it against his chest, his fingertips trembling slightly.
"You know that."
Lin Mo's hand froze there, the warmth of Wen Laiyak's face still lingering on his fingertips.
His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he spoke with difficulty after a long while:
"Winlayak, you have no reason to get involved in this mess, and you shouldn't get hurt unnecessarily."
"But without you, I would really be hurt."
Wenlaiak's voice was low and firm, and tears finally fell from his eyes again.
"Master, please don't push me away again, okay? You are all I have."
Lin Mo frowned, and finally his eyes slowly fell on Wenlaiak's cheek.
It seems to be struggling, but also seems to be compromising.
The moonlight outside the window shone on them, stretching their shadows very long, as if to merge them into one.
After a long moment, Lin Mo sighed softly, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible:
"Winlayak, please let me go. There are still too many things waiting for me to do."
Wen Laiyak's eyelashes trembled slightly, tears still hung in the corners of his eyes, but he was stubborn and refused to fall.
His voice was light and fragile, with an almost humble plea:
"It's okay if you use me. Whatever you want to do, please don't abandon me..."
After he finished speaking, he took a tentative step forward and gently nestled into Lin Mo's arms, lowering his forehead to rest on Lin Mo's shoulder, as if seeking a hint of warmth and security.
“…”
Lin Mo's body stiffened slightly, but he didn't push him away.
He looked down at Wenlaiak in his arms, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and finally he just sighed softly, put his arm around his shoulders, and allowed him to get close.
This indulgence was just like countless times before. Lin Mo seemed indifferent, but in fact he always expressed his concern with subtle actions.
Wen Laiyak suddenly felt as if he had returned to the time when they were married.
Although they didn't say much at that time, they had a tacit understanding.
Anyway, at least at that time, their relationship was legitimate, and it didn't have to be like it is now, as if even touching was a sin.
Wenlaiak raised his head and his eyes fell on Lin Mo's face.
There were still tears in his eyes as he kissed Lin Mo's lips.
Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, his body stiffened slightly, but he did not push away Wen Laiyak - the only female monarch he had ever had.
His fingers tightened on Wenlaiak's shoulders for a moment, then slowly loosened, as if in silent compromise.
Wenlaiak's kiss was gentle and restrained, with a cautious tentativeness, as if he was afraid of being rejected.
Lin Mo's breathing stagnated, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but in the end, he closed his eyes and allowed the kiss to continue.
The moonlight is like water, so gentle.
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