Chapter 58 Eternal day and night



Chapter 58 Eternal day and night

——She stepped into his darkness, and from then on, day returned to night forever.

In the suburbs of Bangkok, Mohist private training ground.

The metallic sound of the gun disassembling was particularly crisp in the empty space. Ruan Xingchen knelt on the cushion, his fingertips trembling slightly as he tried to snap the last part into the slide of the Glock 17.

"Depress your wrist three more degrees."

Mo Xiaohan's voice came from behind her, and his warm palm suddenly covered the back of her hand, pressing her wrist inward with irresistible force.

His chest pressed against her back, the warmth of his solid muscles radiating through the fabric of his clothes. His breath brushed against her ear, stirring a slight shudder.

"Click."

The parts fit back into place perfectly.

"Improvement." He chuckled, his fingertips brushing against her red knuckles. "Last time it took forty-two seconds."

Ruan Xingchen looked down at the gun in his palm; the black metal reflected his blurry image.

Six months ago, she was just a medical student who silently recited nerve distribution in front of specimens in the dissection room and had never even touched an empty gun. But now, she can reassemble a pile of cold parts into a deadly weapon in 30 seconds.

These hands, which had once held a scalpel, were filled with the desire to save the dying and the wounded; but now they were holding the barrel of a gun, holding the determination to end a life.

This realization made her heart tighten slightly. She was becoming another unfamiliar self.

"Are you scared?"

Mo Xiaohan pressed his thumb on her throbbing wrist pulse.

She shook her head, but her trembling elbows were visible as she aimed her gun.

"Shh..."

He suddenly covered her completely from behind, his left arm wrapped around her shoulders, his right hand wrapped around her gun hand. This gesture was almost like an embrace, if you ignored the human target fifty meters ahead.

"Breathe." His lips touched her ear. "Breathe—"

Where her sight was focused, the outline of the bull's eye rose and fell gently with her breathing, and the crosshairs swayed slightly with her rising and falling chest.

"Hold your breath."

His finger led her index finger and slowly applied pressure to the trigger.

"Bang!"

The recoil numbed her wrist, but the bullet pierced the bull's eye with pinpoint accuracy.

"Look, stars." Mo Xiaohan pinched her chin and turned to the scoreboard. A bright red 10.9 ring flashed on the electronic target. "You are stronger than I thought."

Ruan Xingchen opened his eyes slightly, his heart beating violently in his chest.

"Remember this feeling." He released her hand and gently brushed her burning earlobe with his fingertips. "Fear will make you hesitate, and hesitation will kill you."

She looked down at the gun in her hand, the cold light of the metal reflecting her slightly pale face.

The midday sun pinned the two people's overlapping shadows to the wall, like a cruel allegorical painting.

Combat training is far more brutal than firearms.

Inside the octagonal cage, Ruan Xingchen was thrown to the mat for the third time. Sweat soaked his vest, and the bruise on his right shoulder glowed purple under the cold white light.

The Thai boxer who was sparring with him looked hesitantly at Mo Xiaohan at the edge of the cage, and received a cold glance in return.

"stand up."

Mo Xiaohan untied his tie and stepped into the cage, his muscles undulating under his black shirt. He pressed one knee against her thigh, his tiger's mouth gripping her throat. "Will the enemy give you a chance to breathe?"

The lack of oxygen blurred her vision, but she could clearly see the fire surging in his eyes. This was teaching, but also taming—he wanted to personally shatter all her innocence.

"Ahem...let go..." She dug her nails into his wrist.

"How do you put it on?" He increased his strength, "Use what I taught you."

Memories flashed back to yesterday's counterattack. Ruan Xingchen suddenly bent his knees and thrust into his crotch. Taking advantage of the moment he turned sideways, he twisted his wrist and twisted his forearm. Using his body's inertia, he flipped over and straddled his waist. Before the joy of victory could even emerge, he was pinched by his waist and pinned back to the ground.

"Nice counterattack." Mo Xiaohan locked her tightly under him, panting and rewarding her with a kiss, "It's a pity that the force was not enough."

When he loosened her restraints, she supported herself on the cushion and sat up, feeling a dull pain in her tailbone.

"Remember, Xingxing." Mo Xiaohan knelt on one knee in front of her, his eyes sweeping over her trembling back. His tone was emotionless: "Never expect anyone to show mercy to you."

In the bedroom late at night, the tenderness after training is more like slow slicing.

Rubbing the medicinal oil in his palm to warm it, Mo Xiaohan pressed his hand against the bruise on her shoulder blade, applying neither too much nor too little pressure. Ruan Xingchen lay sprawled on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, and groaned.

"Hurt?" His voice was soft.

"……fine."

He chuckled softly and rubbed his fingertips gently in circles on her bruises. The heat of the medicated oil seeped into her skin, and the pain was slowly replaced by warmth.

"Tomorrow night," he suddenly stopped and looked up at her, "I'll take you to the high seas."

Ruan Xingchen froze slightly.

"Emerald Queen," he said, his fingers sliding down her spine, as if to soothe, as if to declare, "that's what my world really is."

She turned her head and met his eyes. His eyes were very deep, like the starless night sky, and she had already been deeply attracted by them.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

Ruan Xingchen shook his head: "I must...learn to breathe in your world."

Mo Xiaohan's lips curled up into a smile, and he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Go to sleep," he said. "Tomorrow, you will see true darkness."

Outside the window, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the salty evening breeze from the Gulf of Siam brought a damp smell.

And the high seas are sinking into even deeper darkness.

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