Chapter 1138 Comfort
Then he saw the arm.
Slender yet broken, beautiful yet hideous, stained with blood and scars, already cold, with a familiar ring on the arm.
That hand once cooked for him, although the food didn't taste very good.
That hand once tried to knit a sweater for him, although he always complained about its poor craftsmanship.
That hand has won many scientific research awards, and it is a pride that he never speaks of but always keeps in his heart.
That hand had gently stroked his hair and straightened his clothes, and that hand had also hit his head and beaten him mercilessly.
But that hand should never appear in front of him like this.
It was separated from its body and placed in a box in such a broken and hideous state.
It was as if this was all she had left...
The boy could hardly feel his own heartbeat at that moment.
The setting sun was as red as blood, reflected on his face, which was delicate in outline but so pale that it looked like he was about to die at any moment.
A little water was dripped into the box.
He raised his head and saw the tears flowing from the eyes of the man opposite him. He curled his lips stiffly, his voice was trance and hoarse.
"Are you kidding me?"
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The man closed his eyes slightly, his face pale.
The next moment, a cool lemon scent blew in front of him, and his lips were covered softly.
So the increasingly dark and bloody scenes in my memory were disrupted, and finally turned into the smile of the girl I saw on the beach in Yungang before I got on the plane that day.
He closed his eyes, sighed softly, then turned over and pressed the girl down on the sofa, kissing her as the host, and stopped only when he could hardly control himself and heard the girl sobbing.
When she moved aside, the girl's lips were already bright red.
She glanced at him sideways, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were cold, but when they were stained by the moist light, they became even more irresistible.
Cheng Zhiyuan's breathing tightened slightly, and he covered her eyes with his hands, his voice hoarse.
"Don't look at me like that."
As if she sensed something, Shen Pianpian's whole body froze, and she immediately stopped moving. After taking a long breath, she reached out and pushed Cheng Zhiyuan.
"Get out of the way, you're dead."
The man smiled softly.
"Too heavy? I guess you can't use this position anymore?"
It took Shen Pianxian a while to figure out what this meant, then she kicked him and scolded him with a red face.
"You shameless old scoundrel! Get out of here!"
Cheng Zhiyuan sat up with his force, straightened his collar and leaned back on the sofa again. His posture was extremely elegant, and the smile on his lips faded but still had a hint of gloom.
Shen Pianxian lowered her eyes and slowly nestled into his arms like a boneless person.
"The target of the clues you have found now is in Country A?
Secretary Liu said that staying here might cause trouble? Is it because you don't know whether the murderer will attack you?
"You could say that."
Cheng Zhiyuan rubbed his chin against the top of her hairy head, and his cold and even gloomy mood was slightly relieved by the person in his arms.
Then he said calmly,
"But you don't have to worry about that. No matter where we are or whoever wants to attack me, it won't be easy."
"Or rather, the person who should be worried shouldn't be me, but 'him'."
The man spoke in a calm tone, but his words were naturally arrogant, which made Shen Pianpian couldn’t help but tickle him.
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