Chapter 93: Tender Night Talk
The Bangkok night rain pounded against the glass, splashing tiny drops of water along the windowsill. Mo Xiaohan sat on the bedroom sofa, an encrypted document spread across his lap, his gaze passing over the paper to Ruan Xingchen, who was not far away.
She was wrapped in her nightgown, leaning against the French window, a tablet in her hand playing a video streamed from the military camp in northern Myanmar. In the video, Su Lixia held a scalpel, tears still lingering on her eyelashes, as she precisely cut through the flesh of Savika's shoulder.
"That little crybaby has grown up." Ruan Xingchen chuckled, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "She used to hide behind me and cry for a long time when she saw a specimen in anatomy class, but now she dares to remove bullets directly from living people."
A warm breath suddenly came from behind, and Mo Xiaohan's arms wrapped around her waist.
"This is reality. Don't you know it best?" He rested his jaw against the top of her head. "Here, you either grow fangs and learn to bite, or you get torn to pieces. There's never a third option."
Ruan Xingchen turned around and gently tapped his chest with her fingertips: "But Xia Xia is too soft-hearted... I'm worried she can't endure this cruelty."
"I threw Savika into the Death Squad Camp when she was twelve. He will teach Su Lixia the same rules of survival. That wolf cub's method may be a bit extreme, but it is the fastest way to teach her to adapt to this darkness." Mo Xiaohan grabbed her restless fingers and kissed them gently, "Just like... I taught you."
"That's different." Ruan Xingchen looked into his deep eyes and frowned slightly: "I entered your world voluntarily. But Xia Xia was abducted, and she may not have any feelings for Savika. After all, Stockholm syndrome is not love, it's just-"
"Is it just the twisted dependence of a caged bird?" Mo Xiaohan interrupted her, gently stroking her chin with his fingertips. "You should remember that at the night banquet, she could have asked you for help, but she never mentioned wanting to leave. It was her own choice to stay with Savika."
Ruan Xingchen's eyes were filled with ripples, and his mind suddenly emerged with the trembling hands when he first held a gun, overlapping with Su Lixia's blood-stained hands now. He couldn't tell whether he felt distressed or empathy.
Seeing her distracted, Mo Xiaohan suddenly chuckled with a hint of amusement, "Why do you think Savika kept her?" The silver ring brushed against her collarbone, leaving a slight chill. "He's serious."
Ruan Xingchen was stunned, and before she could come to her senses, he gently bit her earlobe.
"The way he looked at her..." His kiss slowly moved down to the side of her neck, "The same way I looked at you back then."
Ruan Xingchen suddenly raised her head and bit his Adam's apple: "So... what's that look in your eyes now?"
"I want to eat your eyes."
Mo Xiaohan lifted her up by the waist, her nightgown falling onto the carpet. The rain outside the window grew heavier, drowning out the passionate gasps in the room and locking the ambiguity firmly within.
After it was over, Ruan Xingchen leaned in Mo Xiaohan's arms and gently stroked the old scars on his body.
"Victor has been making a lot of noise in Europe recently." Mo Xiaohan suddenly spoke, his voice lazily and hoarse afterward: "Several heirs of the Berg family have died 'accidentally' within a week."
Ruan Xingchen paused, looking up at him: "Is he purging the family?"
"It's more like integrating resources." Mo Xiaohan's eyes were cold. "The venomous snake retreats into its cave to store venom. The next time it emerges, it will surely deliver a fatal blow."
He picked up the phone on the bedside table and pulled up an encrypted document. The Berg family's corporate equity was being concentrated in Victor's family at an alarming rate. He also controlled three European biochemical laboratories, including their core researchers and high-risk pathogen samples. Meanwhile, Naga forces were beginning to infiltrate the Golden Triangle...
Mo Xiaohan lowered his head and sighed into her lips: "The final battle is coming soon, and this time he won't play tricks."
"Then come." Ruan Xingchen sat on his waist, without a trace of fear in his eyes, and slowly moved his palm upwards against his chest, "As long as I'm with you—"
"Even if it's hell, I'll go through it."
Mo Xiaohan's eyes darkened, he reached out and grabbed her waist, then turned over and pushed her back under him.
The rain is still falling outside the window, and a storm is brewing in the invisible deep sea. At this moment in the room, the warmth and heartbeat of each other are the only warmth in this darkness.
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