Chapter 67 Liu Duanhe never...
Liu Duanhe had never been so intimate with anyone before. His cheeks were flushed from the inability to breathe, but Feng Xingyun continued to penetrate deeper, refusing to let him catch his breath. His large hands were also restless, gripping Liu Duanhe's waist with burning heat. Liu Duanhe finally had the strength to push him away abruptly.
Just moments before, he had been in a dangerous situation. Even though his mind was calm, his hormones were out of control. His heart was pounding wildly, and even his usually calm emotions were amplified. Liu Duanhe's lips were wet, red, and slightly swollen, and the ambiguous silver thread broke. Feng Xingyun, as if possessed, leaned in and sucked on it again.
Liu Duanhe saw it all clearly, and his whole body turned red. He said angrily and embarrassedly, "What are you doing? Stay away from me."
He could control his expression, but he couldn't control the emotions in his heart. For the first time, he realized so profoundly that Feng Xingyun loved him deeply, more than life itself, at least for this moment.
At this moment, Liu Duanhe even felt a sense of bewilderment and emptiness, like a beggar who suddenly becomes rich one day. He felt no joy, only a sense of unrealistic doubt that he was still in a dream.
He felt as if he were standing on thin air, even more flustered than the day he realized he also liked Feng Xingyun, because he had never felt before that Feng Xingyun truly loved him so much.
Liu Duanhe's mind nearly stopped. He abruptly took a step back and, without waiting for Feng Xingyun's reply, strode away.
Feng Xingyun was stunned for a moment. His heart was still pounding wildly from the danger he had just faced. In that instant, he had truly thought that it would be better to die for him, so that Liu Duanhe would never forget him in this lifetime.
Perhaps liking or loving someone too much can lead to the urge to give them your heart, to offer them your most precious things or even everything, and to make them feel satisfied and happy.
Liu Duanhe's struggle made Feng Xingyun
Only then did he realize what he had done—he had kissed Liu Duanhe against his will. Feeling somewhat annoyed, he hurried after Liu Duanhe, trying to make amends for his mistake, "Let me explain."
Although it wasn't Liu Duanhe's intention, Feng Xingyun really couldn't remember it now. He was just angry because Liu Duanhe had kept it from him and put him in a dangerous situation.
He wanted to say, "I didn't mean to offend you."
However, Feng Xingyun couldn't bring himself to say it, because although he was in great pain and anger before kissing her, he later became intentionally obsessed with it.
Feng Xingyun could only follow behind Liu Duanhe with longing eyes, but he didn't dare to stop Liu Duanhe, afraid that touching him again would annoy him even more, since Liu Duanhe didn't like to interact with people.
Seeing that she couldn't shake him off for the time being, Liu Duanhe pursed her lips, her ears turning red, and suddenly stopped. "I understand. Go home now. I need to take care of the rest of my business."
Feng Xingyun stopped with him, his gaze never leaving him. He watched as Liu Duanhe's face quickly turned bright red under his gaze, like a pink peach, her eyelashes trembling as she lowered her eyes and refused to look at him.
Only then did he realize that Liu Duanhe was embarrassed, and his face turned red as he stammered, "Oh, um, okay."
I don't even know what I promised.
Liu Duanhe immediately fled, the first time in his life he had ever fled in such a panic.
After he got into the car, he could still see Feng Xingyun standing there grinning foolishly through the car window.
The heat on Liu Duanhe's face gradually cooled as Secretary Wei looked over. He took out his phone, quickly called the police, explained the situation to them, and then dialed an ambulance.
His purpose was certainly not to sincerely save people. He wasn't a fool who would offer his other cheek to be hit after being hit. He was just putting on an act to fit his public persona. Given the speed at which the driver was heading to kill him, if he had crashed into the wall, he probably wouldn't have survived.
"Have you obtained all the evidence?"
Secretary Wei's subtle expression immediately became serious. "They've all been collected."
Liu Duanhe nodded and said, "Okay, coordinate with the lawyer afterwards. Prepare copies of the evidence and tell the lawyer to do their best to hold on to it. The higher the result, the higher the reward."
His expression was somewhat gloomy, and his eyes were as dark as an abyss. You have to take responsibility for what you do, don't you?
Liu Duanhe was really looking forward to a fair and just trial, but in the eyes of the media and the outside world, she still had to pretend. Sadness, grief, and disbelief were all necessary. How pitiful it was for someone to be killed by someone hired by his own parents, but he had better not show hatred.
He knew that his father was his grandfather's biological child, and although they were largely responsible for the rapid deterioration of his condition, his grandfather forgave them.
But Liu Duanhe couldn't forgive him. Why did they take him away just when he realized that his grandfather also had genuine feelings for him?
To be honest, Liu Duanhe was furious that he left so hastily and in such a sorry state. When a person has little, and what little he has is taken away, he will inevitably be more emotional than someone who has a lot.
He even wondered why he wasn't his grandparents' child, but rather Wu Xiuying and Liu Rumeng's child.
This may seem like a strange idea to outsiders, but at least if they are his parents, then he had parents for the first half of his life.
After giving his statement, Liu Duanhe left the police station. The warm sunshine lazily shone on him, warm and soft.
He squinted at the sun, the dazzling white light before his eyes. His pale hand shielded his eyes, as white as a handful of snow about to melt in the sunlight, with pale blue veins and excessively slender fingers, making him a work of art worthy of being displayed in a museum.
Feng Xingyun's parents were truly good people in the conventional sense. Before Liu Duanhe could even process it for a few seconds, he received a call from them expressing their concern.
After he answered, you could clearly hear them breathe a sigh of relief.
The best way to deal with doing something bad is to let as few people as possible know about it. The more people who know, the more trouble it will cause. That's why Liu Duanhe didn't tell Feng Xingyun's parents the whole story in detail, but rather told them half the truth.
All they knew was that Liu Rumeng and Wu Xiuying seemed to be planning to harm Liu Duanhe, but Liu Duanhe was still soft-hearted and wanted to use himself as bait, not believing that his parents could be so cruel.
It was disheartening to see the family fall apart like this. Liu Duanhe was someone their son liked, so they naturally had a bias towards him. Their first reaction was to nip this risk in the bud.
But Liu Duanhe is also an independent adult, so they could only advise him to be careful. Liu Duanhe also asked them not to tell Feng Xingyun, so they had no choice but to keep it a secret. In addition, they could do their best to fulfill the task that Liu Duanhe entrusted to them.
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