ng gleam in his eyes: "Last night..." A kiss sealed their fate!He met a woman who was not only a skilled cook and doctor, but also saved lives without expecting anything in return. She was kind-hearte..."Hmm Want to kill me" Leng Ye's black eyes narrowed slightly, his big hand like a pair of pliers, grasping Tong Yimo's throat. "Tell me, who sent you Xia Yangxiao Or Lian Zhongkai (Lian Huasheng's father) Or that Mr. Mo"

“……” Tong Yimo only felt a breath stuck in her throat, unable to come out. She shook her head desperately, hoping for a glimmer of hope.

When things reached a stalemate, her nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes. A sharp pain began to throb in her chest.

In the cold night, Leng Ye's sword brows furrowed deeper and deeper as he stared at the tear rolling down from her eye corner. He couldn't help but soften his heart.

No matter what number personality she is, she will always be Mo. The one he deeply loves, but doesn't know how to love. The one he lost and regained, but doesn't know how to cherish.

His grip gradually loosened, Leng Ye Shen released Tong Yi Mo, sat up straight, pulled out the pistol from his belt loop, and handed it to her.

"Don't you want to kill me Good! I give you this chance! Come on, shoot me." Leng Ye Chen held the gun muzzle, pointing the gun handle at Tong Yi Mo, motioning for her to grab the pistol and shoot him.

Tong Yimo sputtered a few words, propped herself up with her hands, sat up, and shifted back until her back was against the headboard with nowhere to retreat. She steadied herself and stammered, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to kill you. I just..."

What is it

She said she was only being controlled by her subconscious. Would he believe that

From the moment she learned his name, her mind was flooded with thoughts beyond her control.

"Since you won't kill me, then it's my turn to kill you!" Leng Ye's voice was cold and merciless.

The silver pistol spun half a circle in his long fingers, and he expertly gripped the handle, bringing the muzzle to her forehead.

Tong Yimo was so frightened that her face turned pale, her eyes widening in disbelief.

With a bang, the gunshot rang out.

Tong Yimo closed her eyes, clutching her head with both hands and shrinking into a ball, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The bullet only hit the wall behind her.

Leng Ye Chen calmly holstered his pistol and coldly said, "Get out of here, don't ever let me see you again."

Tong Yimo woke up from her shock, opening her eyes and lifting her head. She suddenly felt that the handsome man in front of her had become strangely unfamiliar, even chilling.

"I, I'm leaving you, I, I don't know where to go."

After a long silence, she spoke with great distress.

Is she really going to have to go back to that lab and be poked and prodded by those doctors in white coats every day for their research

At least, she could live like a normal person as long as she stayed by his side.

"Woooo—" Thinking of this, Tong Yimo both felt heartache and grievance as she choked up, "I've already said I didn't want to kill you, but you still don't believe me, and you even want to drive me away! What kind of big brother are you You only know how to be mean to me!"

"…" Leng Ye sank instantly turned black-faced.

“I tell you, I won’t leave! I’d rather die than leave! You want me to leave Then I’ll leave! What face would I have left I won’t go! I’m going to stick with you, hmph! Waaaah——” Tong Yimo couldn't help but rub her eyes and cry.

Cold Night stretched her long legs, resting her elbows on her knees. She rubbed her temples with a pained expression before looking at the woman in front of her with an air of resignation. The woman was crying and throwing a tantrum.

What was supposed to be a serious matter has turned into this.

No matter what, she is her own woman.

I can't just let her cry until she has a swollen face.

Cold Night Chen retracted his coldness from before, softening his tone slightly and saying, "Alright, stop crying. If you want to stay, then just stay."

"You're still so fierce!" Tong Yimo decided to continue crying for a while longer. This man was too fierce.

Moreover, he had just scared her.

Cold Night let out a sigh, reaching out to grab Tong Yimo's wrist and pull her into his embrace.

She rammed her whole body straight into his arms.

Tong Yi Mo instinctively looked up, meeting his kiss as he leaned down.

The cries suddenly stopped.

In her mind, a familiar scene flashed before her eyes.

Once upon a time, when she cried sadly, he would comfort her by kissing and soothing her.

In Tong Yimò's astonished eyes, these slightly cool lips were rubbing against her pink lips.

He wrapped his long arms tightly around her shoulders, pulling her soft body into his chest like a plush toy. He leaned down and gently nibbled on her lips, occasionally slipping his tongue into her slightly parted mouth, domineeringly sweeping away all her sweetness.

"Good boy, finally stopped crying." Leng Ye Chen softly murmured.

The scent that wafted from her, intoxicating and deadly alluring, sent a wave of feverish desire surging through him.

No matter what form she takes, his body will always react to her with the most loyal response.

Tong Yimo slowly closed her eyes, her slender little hand slowly climbing up this man's shirt, gently unbuttoning each button on his shirt one by one.

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