On the other side, in a penthouse apartment on 57th Street in Manhattan.
Tang Xili was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, answering the phone.
It was Amy calling from far away in Europe. "Evelyn, the arsonist has successfully escaped from prison and boarded a plane to Africa five minutes ago."
Tang Xili looked down at the bustling night scene of Manhattan, her red lips curled up, "Well done."
Just as I was about to hang up, Amy on the other end said, "Evelyn, Cole called me again, asking when he can return to Country M."
"No rush." Tang Xili said, "Let the boat sail first. You go to the island yourself to protect him. Give him whatever he wants and meet all his demands. Ivis may have already been looking for him. Be sure to keep an eye on him and don't let him leave the island."
"Got it. I'll set off now."
After hanging up the phone, she took out the business card Davidson DuPont left for her from her windbreaker pocket and rubbed the mobile phone number on it with her fingertips.
I glanced at my watch again. It was two in the morning.
She casually placed the business card on the white side table, turned around, took off her windbreaker, and walked towards the bedroom.
In the bedroom, only a yellow desk lamp was on. A man who had just taken a quick shower was leaning against the head of the bed with his upper body naked, reading an English version of "World Economics".
His short, half-dry hair fell down, and the slightly wet tips of his hair half covered his eyebrows and eyes. His delicate side profile looked handsome and elegant under the warm light and shadow.
Tang Xili walked over, pulled up his arm, and brushed the white gauze wrapped around his elbow with the back of her hand to make sure it wasn't wet.
"Does it still hurt?" she asked.
The man held her hand, pulled it gently, and brought her into his arms.
"You treat me like a porcelain doll?" His tone was slightly dissatisfied, and he kissed her neck as a punishment, "Baby, I'm not that delicate."
There is indeed no blood and gore in his world, and everything has been smooth sailing since he was a child, but that doesn't mean he can't withstand the ups and downs.
During the three years of military training, I did not participate in any major wars, but I went to drug traffickers' dens in Myanmar with real guns and ammunition and carried out missions to rescue drug enforcement police.
He had been stabbed and shot before, so this little injury was nothing.
The slender snow-white neck was sucked out of an ambiguous red mark. Tang Xili placed her hands on the man's warm and broad chest, and looked into his eyes with burning eyes, "What did you call me?"
"Baby." Yong Zhixu called again, his voice tender and intimate.
Tang Xili felt her ears tingle and smiled, "That's corny."
The man lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He took off her shoes and held her tightly with one hand like a child while patting her back with the other.
Still shaking.
"That's what couples in love call each other." He said seriously, "I want to call you that too, baby, baby..."
Not only did he call her so intimately, he also lowered his head, rubbed his nose against hers, and leaned against her gently and dotingly.
Tang Xili smelled the scent of shower gel on his body, tilted her head, leaned on his shoulder, and felt inexplicably at ease in her heart.
He held her like this, making her feel cherished and loved, very warm.
In fact, when she was a child, her mother hugged her like this once. Although it was only that one time, she still remembers it clearly now.
A drop of hot tear fell on Yong Zhixu's collarbone.
The man who was patting her back paused, lowered his head, and saw the girl hidden in the shadows, with mist in her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" He moved his hand to her palm-sized face and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Did I do something wrong? If you don't like me calling you that, I won't do it again."
"No." Tang Xili shook her head. "It's not because of you, it's because I remembered my childhood..."
The man listened, put his big hand on the back of her head, pressed her into his arms, and held her tightly as if they wanted to become one and share her pain.
"Yangyang, my Yangyang..." His knuckles passed through her fingers, clasping them together without leaving any gaps. "If you wish, we will never be separated for the rest of our lives."
Tang Xili leaned her head on his shoulder again and whispered, "You said it yourself. If you dare to fall in love with someone else, I will put you in gunpowder and blow you up into fireworks."
The man laughed, his chest heaving.
Tang Xili looked up at him, "What are you laughing at? I'm serious."
"Okay, seriously, if I fall in love with someone else, I'll be blown into a firework." Yong Zhixu's eyes were filled with joy as he reached out to unbutton her clothes. "It's two o'clock, isn't it time to go to bed?"
Tang Xili wanted to get up, "I haven't taken a shower yet."
The man took off her shirt and said, "It's injured. Don't wash it. Go to sleep."
As he said that, he took off her pants.
Tang Xili stretched out her hand and tried to take it off herself. When she was halfway up, suddenly, a familiar warm current surged out of her body.
She froze.
Noticing her abnormality, the man asked, "What's wrong?"
Tang Xili was embarrassed for a moment, her cheeks flushed, "My period is coming."
Yong Zhixu was stunned for three seconds before he understood what she meant. He sat up straight, threw back the quilt, picked her up and went to the bathroom. "Wait here, I'll get you some clothes."
Remembering something, he glanced at the bathroom and said unnaturally, "Are there...are there any menstrual products here?"
"Yes, but it's not in the bathroom. It's in the first closet in the cloakroom. Can you help me get it?"
"Okay." The man turned around, went to the cloakroom, took out some clean clothes, and when he opened the cabinet door containing menstrual products, he was at a loss.
There were many packages in the cabinet. He took a quick look at them: daily use, night use, liquid, and tampons.
Yong Zhixu felt a headache.
Why are there so many varieties? Which one does she usually use?
In order not to let Tang Xili wait too long, he found a bag, put everything in it, and quickly returned to the bathroom.
Seeing that he had taken so many things, Tang Xili could almost imagine him standing in front of the cabinet door, confused because he didn't know which one she would use.
She took the change of clothes, picked up a pack of liquid night and day supplies from the bag, raised her chin, and said, "You can take the rest back."
"good."
Yong Zhixu closed the bathroom door and returned all the sanitary napkins.
After returning, he turned on his phone and wanted to search for what he should pay attention to during his period, but his phone happened to be out of battery.
He charged it, turned his head and saw her laptop, opened it and searched the Internet.
Avoid eating cold and spicy food, avoiding sexual intercourse and strenuous exercise, as this will reduce your immunity. Get adequate rest, do not overwork, and eat more iron and blood-enriching foods.
After memorizing it, the man looked up which foods could replenish iron and blood.
After checking, I was about to close the computer, but I accidentally glanced at a document titled "Yandere Big Brother Forced Love"
Yong Zhixu was puzzled. Why was the name similar to the novel that Chen Zui loved to read?
He opened the document out of curiosity——
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