Chapter 170 (1/2)

”What's the matter, don't you dare?” Cang Ling deliberately provoked him, ”your life is life, and other people's life is not life?”

”Do you really think so?” Mou Yusong opened his hand and asked her, ”do you want me to pay for Yu Chen's life?”

”Yes.” Cangling refused to admit defeat. ”In my heart, you are no different from the murderer. You should pay for what you did wrong.”

Mou Yu was silent.

He stared at Cangling for a long time, as if to deeply engrave her face into his mind.

”What do you think I'm doing?” Cangling didn't understand, but before she continued to ask, Mou Yu had taken her in and kissed her lips strongly.

At that moment, when their lips and teeth intertwined, she suddenly tasted the taste of tears, but she was sure that she didn't cry.

”Let go...” Cangling struggled and pushed Mou Yu away.

Mou Yu let go of her hand and wiped her face with red eyes.

His throat moved and forced his clothes over Cangling. The next second, he walked towards the road without hesitation.

The endless stream of traffic lights up in the dark night, because Mou Yu's move calls one after another.

Cangling opened her eyes and watched Mou Yu walk to the front of the car without hesitation.

He actually, really

The car's harsh whistle dragged a long sound, and the high beam light suddenly lit up, shining on Mou Yu, making his figure particularly conspicuous in the middle of the road.

Cangling stumbled and ran in the direction of Mou Yu.

”Mou Yu!” Cangling was flustered. Looking at the car heading for Mou Yu, her brain was completely unable to think independently.

Mou Yu turned around. He smiled and put his hand into his pocket, waiting for death to come.

”You come back!” Cangling's voice was hoarse. However, the dazzling light shone on her, and the whistle covered her voice. During emergency braking, the tire made a sound when it rubbed on the ground.

Cangling couldn't open her eyes because of the light, but at that moment, her legs were soft and she knelt straight on the ground.

How can

She's just saying, how can he really die

If he dies, what should she do? How could she live with his death, but just go with him.

However, the imagined tragic scene did not come. Cangling raised her head. In the bright lights, Mou Yu's body stood on one side of the car, only ten centimeters away from the rear-view mirror of the car.

The driver was grumpy and cursed in a language they didn't understand, but Cangling seemed to have completely heard no other voice. Only the footsteps of Mou Yu coming towards her were particularly clear.

He's not dead

He's still alive.

Mou Yu came to her and squatted in front of her with a smile on her face. ”I'm back.”

Cangling was still in shock. Her hands were on the ground, surprised and angry. She grabbed a handful of snow dregs at will and threw them on Mou Yu's face.

”You're sick.” Cangling wailed, ”I told you to die, you die, what should I do if you die?”

Mou Yu didn't escape. He let the cold snow dregs hit his face. It was cold and painful, but his heart was warm.

He took up Cangling's hands and covered them in his palms.

”I'm very obedient. I'll do whatever you say.” Mou Yu's voice was a little unstable.