o you think is going to take charge Me or you"Cold Night stared at Lian Huasheng, his face instantly darkening.The next day...When Tong Yimo opened her eyes again, the sky was already bright.A replica...The man's chest muscles were clearly defined, with prominent contours and a particularly solid feel to their lines.

Tong Yimo's small hand nervously circled on his chest, her lips surrendering to his kisses, one after another.

Suddenly, a warm hand grasped her restless little one.

Tong Yimo suddenly opened her eyes, meeting Leng Yechen's black eyes.

"Want something" His voice dropped suddenly, a low, magnetic rumble.

Tong Yimo blinked her eyes in surprise, and suddenly her face flushed red.

"Whenever you fall in love with me, that's when I'll want you." Leng Ye's thin lips curled into a slight smile, his tone neither cold nor warm, not quite like he was joking.

Just now, what's going on with her

My body inexplicably craved his closeness.

Tong Yi Mo subconsciously withdrew her hand from Leng Ye Shen's cold grasp, shifting her feet back and forth to move her rear away from Leng Ye Shen's front.

Leng Ye frowned, sinking into deep thought and rubbing his temples. He felt a dull ache in his head. Then he ordered, "Go get me a bowl of sobering soup."

"...Tong Yimo was speechless for a moment, then countered, 'How do you make hangover soup'"

Seeing that she had not moved for a long time, he suddenly remembered that she was no longer able to cook.

"Forget it!" Leng Yechen muttered to himself again, "I'll just do it myself."

He compromised.

Make concessions to her.

Knowing she was a ticking time bomb, capable of threatening his life at any moment, he still chose to keep her by his side.

To die at her hands is better than to die at the hands of anyone else.

And just at that moment, the open door was knocked on “knock knock knock.”

Luo Yi held a bowl in her hand, saying meticulously: "General Leng, I made you a bowl of sobering soup. Drink it while it's hot."

She heard the first gunshot.

When she got to his door, she saw him kissing Tong Yimo.

Every time she saw them being intimate, her heart still ached like a pinprick. But the more it hurt, the more she had to stay calm. So she turned and went downstairs to the kitchen, making him a bowl of hangover soup.

"Thank you." Leng Yechen replied softly.

After Luo Yi entered, she presented the hangover soup in her hand to Leng Ye Chen.

Tong Yimo, seeing this, quickly crawled to the corner of the bed and sat down, hugging her knees with both hands, staying away from Leng Yechen, this man whose mood was as unpredictable as the weather.

"Miss Tong, let me take you to the next room to rest! It's late, and Mr. Leng also needs to rest," Luo Yirou stood by the bed, with the air of a hostess, looking down at Tong Yimo.

In the cold night, Leng Ye finished a gulp of hangover soup and handed the empty bowl to Luo Yi Rou while coldly answering Tong Yi Mo: "She's sleeping here tonight. You go down! And close the door."

Luo Yi softened her lips and remained silent. After taking the bowl, she turned and left.

After she went out, she casually closed the door behind her.

Tong Yimo subconsciously glanced at Leng Yeshen, then shifted her gaze to the side.

Late at night, Chen Yi's gaze held a profound meaning as he looked at Tong Yimo. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch upwards slightly.

Actually, you can still see the shadow of the past "Yi Mo" on her current self.

He was indeed drunk tonight, so drunk he passed out. But the moment he suddenly sobered up and saw her reaching for his handgun, his heart was filled with panic and rage.

But when he saw her crying and saying she didn't want to leave him, he softened his heart.

He just couldn't bear to be cruel to her, even though she had changed.

Since she had changed, he tempted her to fall in love with him again, playing hard to get.

“If you don't want to leave me, then you must learn to obediently listen to me and not do things that anger or betray me.” Leng Yechen leaned closer to Tong Yimo, his slender and handsome hand gently pinching her chin, lifting it slightly so that her beautiful face was facing him. His tone suddenly turned sinister, “Otherwise, I will kill you. Remember, you were already dead.”

Tong Yimò's mind went blank, her eyes met Leng Yeshen's deep black eyes.

Is this really his true nature

His whole body was filled with hostility and domineeringness. Those gentleness and thoughtfulness were just his complete disguise.

He could clearly have done so to save her, even risking his own life.

"I, I'm going to take a shower." Tong Yimo shrank her shoulders, fleeing from Leng Yechen's side, swiftly getting off the bed and dashing toward the bathroom.

Cold night's eyes followed Tong Yimo's retreating figure, a meaningful arc curving his thin lips.

As always, after she finished showering, he would proactively take the hairdryer to blow dry her hair for her. Only after drying her hair would he go take a shower himself.

By the time he emerged from the shower, she had already curled up in bed and fallen asleep. He, however, was only settling down on a chaise lounge in the corner of the room.

He and she, still the same room but different beds.

He even let her enjoy his big bed all by herself.

What chilled Tong Yimo's heart was that, ever since she had drawn a gun on him last night and been foiled by him, this morning, Lian Huasheng, the son of the old man Lian, had implanted a nano-listening and positioning device under her skin.

15411/41882035

. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!s the Dragon Guard. 。 What Yi Mo wanted, what she yearned for, only the man called "Dragon Guard" had ever given her. 。And Leng Yechen's question left Tong Yimo stunned for a moment, unable to respon...