Chapter 39 At The Crossroads of Life and Death (1/2)

Chapter 39 At The Crossroads Of Life and Death.

Along with Meng Xue, Zhao Lingjun was forcibly stuffed into the trunk of the car, it was so dark and stuffy inside that he couldn’t see anything. On the journey, as the car b.u.mped and jolted, Zhao Lingjun felt that his five viscera and six bowels[1] were about to be jolted out of his body, but in the end, he didn’t die.

From the trunk, Zhao Lingjun could clearly hear the tall man speaking and the gunshots from the back row of seats.

At that moment, he had wanted to scream madly and curse at them, “F*ck your mother!”. He had wanted to use the most malicious vulgarities to curse them to die a tragic death.

But at that exact point of time, although only his neck was stiff, he didn’t dare to move any other part of his body.

The party of four criminals relied on their heavy firepower and their accurate marksmans.h.i.+p to rush out of 7th Street. Just as they had exited, the shorty flagged down a pa.s.sing Santana. With shorty’s gun waving in his face, and the h.e.l.lish scene of men and women behind them in 7th Street, crying and yelling, the driver got out of his car and ran for his life.

The tall man then tossed both Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue into the trunk with one hand.

When they had roused from their stupor, the tall man had already slammed the trunk shut.

Just as Zhao Lingjun tried to get up, an immense force pressed onto him and squeezed him and Meng Xue into a clump.

He felt his nose press against a soft b.u.mp under a thin cloth. His mouth was suddenly pressed against an exceptionally soft area veiled by a thin cloth. That area even seemed to be giving off faint heat.

The sides of his face felt something soft, like cotton or silk, which made him think of what Meng Xue wore today, a white pair of casual pants. Many girls who had a figure such as hers, with long legs and a pair of perky b.u.t.tocks, loved to wear such pants. This was because the colour gave off a relaxing and pure look, and the soft and thin pants easily traced the perfect lower bodies of those girls, accentuating their natural curves.

Meng Xue was the exact definition of a beauty with long legs and a perky b.u.t.t; her white casual pants that were thin and soft accentuated that as well.

This kind of thin and soft fabric obviously couldn’t dissipate the faint body heat Meng Xue was giving off.

Without a second thought, Zhao Lingjun knew where his head was rammed into the middle of, and what his nose and lips were pressed against.

He felt all the blood in his body rush to his head, threatening to explode, and desperately tried to move away from what he was pressed against.

Sadly, the two were in such a cramped area, and when he tried to move, his whole body couldn’t even budge. In the struggle of trying to extricate his head from Meng Xue, his lower body inadvertently s.h.i.+fted closer to her instead.

A certain part of his body b.u.mped into two soft things, and he immediately felt a change in it

Although he had only lightly b.u.mped into those things, the part of him that had b.u.mped them roused unrestrainedly, like a beast awoken from its slumber, and pushed against the two soft things. As for the two soft things, the valley in the middle was also emitting a faint body heat.

Even through his thick jeans, he could also figure out what part of Meng Xue’s body it was.

His whole body turned rigid, like a dead corpse

Never in his imagination, would he have expected his head to be pressed in between Meng Xue’s two legs and that part of his that was stirring to be against her lips.

If the car was travelling on a smooth and paved road, perhaps by keeping his neck rigid, Zhao Lingjun wouldn’t make contact with Meng Xue’s most intimate area, and may be able to keep his cool. But the short man driving the car was wild and unbridled, especially when he jammed the brakes or accelerated hard, Zhao Lingjun’s mouth and nose would accidentally slam into her incomparably matchless soft and moist area that emitted heat. Not only that, with each b.u.mp of the car, his erect part would lightly smack her soft lips.

Zhao Lingjun’s heart was full of conflicting emotions that he no longer knew what he felt. On one hand, he was so ashamed that he wanted to die, and on the other hand, he was euphoric. The tangled mess of the two emotions made him feel like he was sailing in an choppy sea, one moment he was tossed into the air, and another he plummeted into the deep dark abyss of the sea.

The only thing he could to, was to try his best not to let his nose and mouth press against that part of Meng Xue’s, hidden under a veil of thin fabric, her most intimate area.

Although he really wanted to use the most malicious of curses in his grasp to curse those four people laughing in the car, he didn’t even dare to mouth the words, let alone open voicing them out.