Seeing Huo Yunting enter the restroom, Song Xingwan's unusually tense nerves finally relaxed.
She breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed out of the bedroom, and searched everywhere for Ling Mo.
"MoMo, where are you?"
Song Xingwan held Ling Mo's school uniform, which had fallen onto the sofa, her heart pounding with anxiety.
The next second, she was banging on the bathroom door, yelling, "Huo Yunting, what did you do to Mo Mo?"
While taking a shower, Huo Yunting felt a pang of sadness when he saw how much Song Xingwan cared about Ling Mo.
He grabbed the towel hanging on the glass partition, opened the bathroom door, and looked down at her. "The door isn't locked. You can come in anytime you want."
Song Xingwan stared at Huo Yunting, who was shirtless and whose hair was still dripping with water, and took several steps back before stammering, "..."
Where did you take Momo?
“She lives next door, and my third brother is taking care of her.”
Huo Yunting was consumed by jealousy. As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed the bathroom door shut.
This girl is clearly trying to annoy him on purpose!
When faced with danger, the first person to call was Ling Mo.
After sobering up, she didn't even have time to worry about her own situation before she angrily confronted him and demanded an explanation!
What exactly is he in her eyes?
"You expect a grown man to take care of her? Don't you know that men and women shouldn't touch each other?"
Enraged, Song Xingwan kicked the bathroom door, still feeling a tightness in her chest, and kicked it again.
Unexpectedly, the solid kick landed squarely on Huo Yunting's shin.
She glanced at the red mark on his shinbone, her momentum instantly weakening, and muttered softly, "If you're hurt by that kick, you can kick back."
"My legs don't hurt, but my heart aches terribly."
Huo Yunting put his hands on his hips and looked at the timid yet fierce little girl in front of him, asking helplessly, "What exactly do you want? If you want to shower together, just come in."
"I'm worried about Momo. Can you take me to see her? She drank much more than me, and I'm afraid something might happen to her."
"With Third Brother around, what could possibly happen to her?"
"It's because of him that I'm worried."
Song Xingwan was extremely anxious and dragged him towards the door.
"I trust my third brother's character. If anything happens, it's because my third sister-in-law caused it."
Huo Yunting stared intently at the anxious and agitated Song Xingwan, feeling an indescribable sense of longing in his heart.
To be honest, it had been a very long time since she had linked arms with him so intimately, like they used to…
This feeling is absolutely wonderful.
Unfortunately, happy times are always fleeting. After he led Song Xingwan to the door next door, she let go of his hand without hesitation and anxiously knocked on the door, "Mo Mo, are you in there?"
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response, Huo Yunting's brow twitched, sensing that something was amiss.
After much deliberation, he had no choice but to go back to his room to change his clothes before going to get the key to the suite next door.
On the other side, Ling Mo woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and shortness of breath, as if something was pressing on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
She struggled to open her eyes and was surprised to see Qin Beiming lying on top of her, his body tilted to one side.
Holy crap! What's going on?
Ling Mo shuddered and quickly moved Qin Beiming's body to the side. Then, she secretly lifted the blanket and checked again and again to make sure that the thick bathrobe was still on her body before she felt relieved.
She was about to shake Qin Beiming awake when, just as she reached out her hand, a flood of memories of the unexpected events that had occurred while she was drunk the previous night rushed into her mind…
Grass!
Last night, she actually clung to Qin Beiming shamelessly, insisting on calling him "Dad," and even flirtatiously asked him to help her take a bath?!
What's even more outrageous is that she seemed to be trying to take off her bathrobe right in front of him...
Good heavens, how could she do something so shameful!
Ling Mo quickly withdrew his hand, feeling his cheeks burning intensely. He only wanted to escape the "crime scene" as soon as possible.
Otherwise, when Qin Beiming wakes up, she really won't know how to face him.
"Indeed, male beauty is the easiest way to get things done!"
Ling Mo tiptoed off the bed, accidentally touching Qin Beiming's hand, which was covered in cold sweat. He then turned back and carefully examined Qin Beiming's pale face.
Given that Qin Beiming had helped her out of trouble on several occasions, and considering that he hadn't taken advantage of her last night, Ling Mo, who usually didn't like to meddle in other people's business, finally stepped forward and gently shook Qin Beiming's arm: "Third Master Qin, are you alright?"
"Hurry up."
Qin Beiming frowned, but his last shred of rationality vanished the moment he opened his eyes.
The next instant, he suddenly opened his dark eyes and stared intently at Ling Mo, who was standing right in front of him.
Ling Mo was startled to see that his dark pupils were a whole size larger than usual.
Are those eyes something an ordinary person could have?
Or perhaps he was wearing colored contact lenses?
She swallowed nervously, trying to see clearly whether Qin Beiming was wearing colored contact lenses or not.
Qin Beiming gave her no chance to catch her breath, suddenly pinning her to the ground and viciously demanding an answer:
"Speak! Who sent you?"
"..."
Ling Mo realized that Qin Beiming had completely lost his mind and suddenly regretted shaking him awake.
He was already very strong, but when he was in a berserk state, his fighting ability increased several times over.
Ling Mo tried to push him away, but he became even more agitated and gripped her neck tightly, saying each word slowly and deliberately:
"If you don't talk, then die."
"Wait! I said...actually, I'm actually the monkey's reinforcements."
Under intense pressure, Ling Mo had no choice but to make up lies to save his life.
Without the silver needles to protect her, Ling Mo had no chance of escaping when facing Qin Beiming, whose physique was vastly different from hers.
She looked helplessly at him, who was extremely irritable as if trapped in a cage, and for a moment she didn't know how to save herself.
Qin Beiming's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Just as he was about to snap Ling Mo's neck, he was drawn to the faint medicinal scent emanating from her as he looked down.
He took a deep breath, abruptly released his grip on her neck, and forcefully tugged at her bathrobe until large expanses of her fair skin were exposed before he stopped.
"Damn it! Has he been possessed by a pervert?"
At this moment, Ling Mo was filled with remorse.
If she had known Qin Beiming would be so terrifying when he went berserk, she shouldn't have meddled in other people's business.
Now things are really messed up; who knows what he's going to do to her!
Should we force them first and then kill them, or kill them first and then force them...?
Qin Beiming seemed not to hear, staring blankly at Ling Mo's shoulder, and bit down hard.
"hiss--"
Ling Mo gasped in pain and raised her arm to strike the back of his head repeatedly.
He didn't stop, and even after biting her skin until it bled, he still wouldn't let go.
"Are you a vampire reincarnated?"
She turned her head to look at Qin Beiming, who was greedily sucking blood. She couldn't push him away or beat him, and she was so angry that she almost twisted his head off and kicked it like a ball.
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