It doesn't matter if she hates him, at least she still remembers him.
Damn it, when did his demands on her become so limitless?
As long as she didn't forget him, he would be satisfied Luo Xi sensed the evil aura emanating from his body and spoke calmly, "Jing Mohao, although I have not lost my memory, I will forget everything that happened before.
Don't worry, I will keep silent about the things you supported me in the past, and I won't say anything about it in the future either."
I will find another man and it won’t bring any stain on your life.
As you can see, I am living very privately now and will not be found by the media, so please leave.”
Jing Mohao's eyes suddenly became clear.
What did she mean when she said this?
She thought he was afraid that she would reveal that he had a woman.
Who did she think she was here, a prisoner on the run with a secret?
Jing Mohao rested his chin on the woman's head, "Luo Xi, don't talk to me about anything else.
You promised to stay with me for half a year, but you haven't fulfilled it yet.
Don't even think about denying it."
"It's already been half a year."
"If even the time spent absconding is included, then the prisoner doesn't have to go to jail." "" That seems to be what happened Luo Xi said solemnly, "Then how long do I need to stay with you, three months?"
If a few months of patience can buy the Xiao family's stability and her own happiness for the rest of her life, then she is willing to bear it.
The veins on Jing Mohao's arm circled hers.
Her tone sounded to the man's ears as if she was eagerly waiting for a verdict from him, a prescription that would never disturb her.
Did she learn about the deadline today and have to tear up the calendar to countdown the days tomorrow?
But no matter what, since she asked this, it has proved that she is willing to go back with him and return to Luoxi.
As for whether she can return here, it is not up to her.
Jing Mohao avoided answering her questions and ran his fingers through her short black hair.
It was still so smooth, but so short that people always felt like they couldn't grasp anything.
"Why did you cut your hair short?"
There were too many emotions buried in the man's low words.
Luo Xi smelled the cold masculine scent on his body and remained silent.
She wanted to say goodbye to the past, say goodbye to his scent on her hair, say goodbye to all her worries, and even say goodbye to the little bits of missing that occasionally appeared.
Jing Mohao didn't get the answer, but the scene of Ouyang standing on the cliff that day with smoke coming from the muzzle of his pistol suddenly appeared in his mind.
He suddenly stepped forward, turned up Luo Xi's skirt, and carefully inspected every part of her body.
An inch of skin.
"Jing Mohao, what are you doing?"
"Don't move"
Ouyang clearly fired the gun that day.
I don’t know where it was shot.
It doesn’t matter whether it was or not.
Every inch of skin touched by the man's fingertips gave him a tingling sensation that made Luo Xi shudder.
"Jing Mohao" The man didn't get up, but buried himself in her chest and sucked her, "I'm addicted to calling my name." "" She just felt uncomfortable.
Jing Mohao checked her whole body and only found a faint mark on the outside of her wrist.
Jing Mohao stood up, raised her wrist and asked, "How did you do it?"
Luo Xi lowered her eyes, "I don't know."
She had been bandaged when she woke up, and there were scars afterwards.
Maybe she was scratched by the rocks when she fell into the sea.
Jing Mohao thought of the incomplete bracelet found by the man in black when he was salvaging it, and the answer was already clear
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