Qingdai was still too timid to even open her eyes, but Mu Yan's actions were reported clearly to her mind through the small system.
"The male protagonist has opened the package..."
"The male protagonist has poured out the powder..."
"..." Qingdai's mouth twitched. There was no need to be so detailed.
"Master...wait a minute! Ah——"
As the small system slid away with a sharp sound, Qingdai was roughly lifted up, her chin was pinched to force her to open her mouth, and the psychedelic white powder fell into Qingdai's mouth.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she looked into Mu Yan's eyes. Her usually calm black eyes now had a faint glint in them.
Mu Yan saw clearly the clear stream in Qingdai's eyes. The gurgling water flowed quietly, peaceful and harmonious.
For such a long time, under surveillance, he hardly said a word to her, and all his selfless companionship was labeled as "surveillance".
Mu Yan still had to carry on with the responsibility on his shoulders, but the girl could finally live a stable life. Even if she was still under surveillance, she would definitely be able to live a better life away from this nightmare-filled place...
The man's gaze was strong and powerful, as if he was using all his strength to look at her carefully, and all his strong emotions were suppressed under his calm appearance.
He pressed her face hard, inch by inch, imprinting her appearance in his mind... Then he lowered his head, biting her lips with reluctance and the savagery of a beast without disguise.
Qingdai was still resisting, but was suppressed by a strong force. The man held the back of her head and used all his strength to wipe out the bitter taste in her mouth. He pressed it directly on her thin white throat, and followed her with his eyes, blocking the camera, with a strong desire in his eyes.
Begging her not to swallow it.
——All the bitter powder was rolled back by him.
This idiot! Is your head not hurting enough?
Did he think this powder was some good thing? Inhaling too much could be fatal!
...Qingdai sighed deeply.
Having learned from the previous lesson, Qingdai did not want to use special props to interfere with the development of the plot unless it was absolutely necessary.
But... this guy has such a bad headache that he probably doesn't realize these things are wrong.
"System, exchange an item for me and block the camera."
"...Yes, host."
…
Mu Yan had a splitting headache. In a trance, he felt a pair of hands gently caressing the back of his neck and pinching it, which was very soothing.
There is a touch on the lips, soft like falling petals.
He was about to explode, and it was as if his brain was paused. It was more effective than any analgesic or painkiller injection. The throbbing pain in his nerves instantly left him, leaving only a warm touch, which was extremely comfortable and healing.
Mu Yan closed his eyes and fell into darkness, as if he heard a silent sigh.
“…What a fool.”
They all look cold-hearted, but the blood beneath their skin and the bones are warm. If such a hard-hearted person were to be an undercover agent, it would be easy to be exposed...
In the darkness, Qingdai frowned and lay down beside him.
**********
In a faraway, unobservable higher world in outer space, Yin Jing, sitting in front of the main system, slowly raised a triumphant smile.
********
Qingdai opened and closed her eyes and was back in the small house where she lived before.
After packing up her things and standing up, she looked at herself in disbelief in front of the mirror like a new-born girl, and even reached out and pinched herself, as if to confirm whether this was a beautiful dream.
He walked back and forth in the living room three times, opened all the curtains in disbelief, looked at the bustling street scene with cars coming and going outside, then rushed to the door and opened it to look at the familiar neighbors and familiar places.
The woman seemed to be finally sure that she had returned home. She squatted on the ground as if exhausted, and tears began to flow from her eyes as she smiled.
The flickering white light from the window recorded this scene clearly in the photo.
**********
In less than half an hour, all the photos were sent back to the gang and placed on the table in the conference room.
"The person has been released. We have arranged for surveillance officers to keep a 24-hour watch on him. If the police show up, they will send a text message back immediately."
Of course, gangs have their own unique way of communicating. Text messages are transmitted through special encryption methods. The police cannot decipher the encryption method one day, and even if they intercept their signals, they cannot spy on the content they transmit.
And all this is due to the technical support provided by the Italian Mafia.
Luo Ke raised his eyebrows nonchalantly and looked at Mu Yan. Even without saying a word, Mu Yan could guess what he meant.
——It’s not advisable to offend Sylvia, the daughter of the mafia, too much. You have to coax her when you have time.
Mu Yan ignored these boring things. He held up his head, looking like he was trying to relieve a headache. He looked away and pretended not to understand his hint at all.
Rocco raised an eyebrow, then stopped talking when he saw him pressing his temple.
However, the man who looked away had the images in those photos clearly imprinted in his mind, especially the one of her squatting on the ground, and even his tears were of relief.
This is the one that impressed him the most.
The man slowly lowered his eyelids to hide the contemplation in his dark eyes.
That night he took two doses of powder by himself. He thought he would have a splitting headache and might not see the sun of this world the next morning.
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