There was wind under Jing Mohao's feet, and the soles of his shoes that didn't seem to be airborne were surprisingly fast.
In the blink of an eye, he went upstairs and pushed the door into the bedroom.
The woman whose figure was outlined by the thin quilt on the bed was still sleeping soundly.
Her exposed arm was held by someone and she was pulled up from the bed.
The sunlight shone on her delicate face, so peaceful that it made him panic.
"Luoxi."
Jing Mohao's magnetic voice adjusted the volume just right to wake up Luoxi.
Luo Xi opened his eyes slightly and saw his cold face, then closed them again, like a dying goose, its neck softened and tilted to one side.
Jing Mohao has been numbed by her ignored actions these days, and he does not expect her to answer him, but directly talks about his own affairs, "Luoxi, I have to go out for a few days, you are at home."
Luo Xi heard an almost inaudible whisper coming from her nose or abdomen, and then fell back on the bed.
Jing Mohao looked at the woman's slightly rising and falling chest with deep eyes.
He leaned forward and kissed Luo Xi's forehead, "Wait until I come back."
If this operation wasn't extremely dangerous for her, he would have packed her up and taken her with him without hesitation.
Luo Xi fell asleep quietly on the bed, seemingly sleeping deeply, and didn't respond to him at all.
Jing Mohao rolled her into his arms, letting his whole body be covered with her breath, fearing that it would not be enough to accompany him all the days and nights he was away from home.
He knew that even if she was awake, she would not speak to him for more than three sentences, but he still wanted to tell her that he was going out, wanted to talk to her, and hear her voice, even if it was just a hum.
He was like a man possessed, going crazy, unable to control himself.
He is so frivolous and so proud Jing Mohao Everyone bowed their heads to him, Jing Mohao was as noble as an emperor.
Now, he was explaining everything to her out of curiosity or worry that she might return at any time.
He was afraid that she would suddenly want to speak but could not find him.
Even in her expression that no longer showed any smile, he could see that she no longer cared about him at all.
He wondered if the silly woman who always dragged him to ask him questions about this and that, where he was going and what he was doing would never come back again.
How he lost her.
If she would never come back, what would she be doing now?
But even though she was such a soulless walking corpse, he still couldn't bear to let go.
He didn't believe that she would live a silent life with him forever.
A person's obsession would never change.
Just like his stubbornness, so is her stubbornness.
Jing Mohao planted soft kisses on her face and lips one after another, and without any response, he could only remain affectionate alone.
Jing Mohao glanced at his watch, his eyes filled with heavy nostalgia.
But the journey could no longer be delayed.
Looking at the woman in front of him, he slowly loosened his arms around her and stood up gently.
Even though he knew that she was probably hiding from him and pretending to sleep, he still didn't want to gamble on the extremely small possibility that she was really sleeping, so he chose to reduce his movements to avoid disturbing her good sleep.
I don’t know when he started to learn to care about others.
It's not anyone else, just her Jing Mohao finally took a deep look at her and led the door out.
The eyelashes of the woman on the bed trembled and her eyes slowly opened
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