Chapter 73
In the twilight, Huo Changfeng held Mu Qingxuan in his arms, his thumb unconsciously stroking the loose hair on the back of her neck.
The person in his arms still had a faint scent of medicine, and her warm breath sprayed on his Adam's apple, making his nerves, which had been tense all the way, finally show signs of relaxation.
Just then, a deliberate cough came from behind.
Like a thorn, it instantly pierced the ambiguous atmosphere.
The driver's door creaked open and Lu Zetao got out of the car with his back hunched.
The light grey Mao suit he was wearing was covered in mud.
The hem of his shirt was still dripping with dirty water, and the collar was hanging crookedly on his neck. Two buttons had fallen off at some point, revealing the yellowed sweatshirt underneath.
His hair stuck to his forehead and his originally fair face was covered with mud spots. He looked like a drowned chicken fished out of a quagmire.
Huo Changfeng turned his head slowly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
He has straight shoulders and outstanding temperament.
Even after traveling all the way, his body was only covered with dust, which made his features look even more fierce.
Lu Zetao trembled all over because of his gaze.
He tried to straighten his back, but he was still a whole head shorter than Huo Changfeng.
Lu Zetao subconsciously shrank back.
He didn't dare look directly at Huo Changfeng. His eyes wandered over his chest pocket, his shiny leather shoes, and his arms tightly around Mu Qingxuan.
Finally it landed on the tip of his muddy shoes.
His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he wanted to explain but no sound came out. He could only use his fingernails to pick at the mud in his palm.
"Teacher Lu, my husband is here to pick me up. Sorry to bother you today."
Mu Qingxuan poked her head out from Huo Changfeng's arms, her voice still soft and mellow.
Lu Zetao waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, it's me who delayed you."
"If I wasn't a bad driver, you and I wouldn't have been stuck on the mountain road for a whole day. If the rescue team hadn't arrived, I'm afraid it would have been dangerous..."
Mu Qingxuan thought of the thrilling experience at that time, pursed her lips, and her face looked unhappy.
Lu Zetao curled his lips slightly and was about to say something to comfort him.
Suddenly, a sharp gaze fell on him.
Lu Zetao looked up suddenly and met Huo Changfeng's half-smile.
That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his skin and flesh, revealing his hidden thoughts about Mu Qingxuan.
His face flushed red and he opened his mouth, but only a vague mumble came out.
Huo Changfeng sneered, and when he looked away, he deliberately hugged Mu Qingxuan tighter and rubbed his chin against the top of her head.
"Let's get in the car."
His voice was as cold as ice, as if Lu Zetao in front of him was nothing more than gravel on the side of the road, not worth even a second glance.
Lu Zetao watched the two people walking towards the jeep together, his clenched fists trembling slightly at the crotch of his trousers, jealousy and resentment surging in his chest.
After the jeep kicked up a trail of dust and disappeared from sight, Lu Zetao turned around, looked at the tire of his car and kicked it angrily.
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The dusk is as thick as ink that cannot be dissolved.
The jeep sped along the road, and the friction between the gravel and the tires made a crackling sound.
Huo Changfeng's knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, and veins bulged under his skin.
His jawline was tight and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with his suppressed breathing.
Mu Qingxuan secretly glanced at the man beside her.
In my peripheral vision, his tightly pursed thin lips were pale without a trace of blood.
She pursed her lips, swallowed her uneasiness, and unconsciously stroked the hem of her skirt with her fingertips.
The lace left fine indentations on the palm of the hand, again and again, as if to soothe the anxiety in the heart.
Until the car stopped in front of an unfamiliar hotel.
Mu Qingxuan opened her eyes slightly, a little surprised.
“This is not…”
——This doesn’t seem to be the hotel where the seminar was arranged.
She had just opened her mouth, her voice still trailing with doubt, when the force of the car door was cut off.
Huo Changfeng's palms were so hot that they could burn through her skin even through her thick clothes, as if he wanted to brand her body temperature into his palms.
He pulled Mu Qingxuan through the corridor covered with Persian carpets, and her rapid breathing echoed in the empty corridor.
When the door slammed shut and Mu Qingxuan's back hit the carved door panel, the scent of cedar mixed with gunpowder completely enveloped her.
That is the taste that belongs only to Huo Changfeng.
Huo Changfeng couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her, as if he wanted to vent all the fear and anxiety he felt during separation.
His palms tightly clasped the back of Mu Qingxuan's neck.
The other hand wrapped around her slender waist with such force that he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
After a long time.
Huo Changfeng finally let go of her swollen lips and rested his forehead against hers.
He sighed and said, "Do you know how scared I am..."
The rapid breath sprayed on Mu Qingxuan's wet lips.
Panic surged in Huo Changfeng's bloodshot eyes, and his thumb repeatedly stroked her flushed cheek.
The movements changed from being eager at first to being cautious, as if he wanted to confirm the real temperature of the body and confirm that the person in front of him was not an illusion.
It was difficult for Huo Changfeng to describe his feelings.
But since he returned home from the research institute and found that Mu Qingxuan was not there, he felt a huge sense of loss and uneasiness in his heart.
This feeling reached its peak when he rushed to Yongyu and discovered that Mu Qingxuan had been missing for 12 hours.
If something really happened to Mu Qingxuan, Huo Changfeng couldn't imagine what he would do.
Mu Qingxuan looked at the dark shadows under his eyes, and her heart trembled violently, as if being gently brushed by a soft feather.
A little itchy.
She took the initiative to put her arms around his thin waist, and her fingertips stroked the taut muscles under his shirt, again and again.
Seems to comfort.
"I'm here."
"I'm fine."
She stood on tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his chin.
The rose perfume in her hair mixed with his scent and fermented in the enclosed space.
Sweetness and crispness intertwined, becoming increasingly intense.
Huo Changfeng suddenly buried his face in the crook of her neck, and his hot breath made her shiver slightly.
His teeth bit her beating pulse neither lightly nor heavily, as if claiming sovereignty.
"My right eyelid has been twitching since this morning. Every minute I wait, I feel like someone is tearing my heart out."
His voice was low and husky, and his warm breath sprayed on her sensitive skin, causing a shudder.
Mu Qingxuan inserted her fingers into his sweaty hair, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath her palms.
"What happened today? Why did you disappear for so long?"
Huo Changfeng took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.
Mu Qingxuan explained slowly: "When Mr. Lu's car drove onto the mountain road, the tire got stuck in the mud. We waited for a long time in the heavy rain before the rescue team came."
Huo Changfeng felt a tightness in his heart.
"Are you scared?"
Mu Qingxuan was startled and shook her head honestly: "I'm not afraid."
However, Mu Qingxuan felt very strange having been alone in a closed compartment with a strange man for most of the day.
Especially the look that Lu Zetao occasionally gave her...
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