C139 No mention of divorce again! Carry a penalty again!

Qiao Mo leaned into Xiao Yan's embrace with her entire body trembling, and was tightly hugged by both of his arms.

The tip of her nose, her cheeks, were all buried in the man's chest.

The tip of his nose was filled with the icy fragrance of amber tobacco that belonged to him.

He pulled her hands under the warm tunic and wrapped them around his long waist through the woolen sweater.

Qiao Mo slowly tightened both hands, and took a deep breath in his arms.

"The matter of the divorce …"

Qiao Mo still opened her mouth in the end.

Xiao Yan lowered his head suddenly, his heavy black eyes staring unwaveringly at her. After their gazes met for three seconds, his lips dropped down ruthlessly.

Qiao Mo was not prepared for this, and her breath was immediately taken away.

"Ugh …!"

Before she could react, he had already warned her coldly, "Don't mention it again in the future. If you do it again, it won't be such a simple punishment!"

Qiao Mo bit her lips. Right now, they could be considered to be … What do you mean?

She exhaled, and said: "Xiao Yan, actually, in these past two years, I had called you before, but no one had answered your phone. I... It's not like I didn't think of contacting you. "

In such a strange environment in New York, every cell of her body was screaming to return to his arms in the dead of night.

She had called him in secret late at night, unable to bear the pain, but no one had answered.

If he had answered the phone then, would it have been a different scene now?

Or perhaps, even if she picked up the phone, she did not intend to say anything and was just quietly listening on the other end of the line?

At that time, he had long since forgotten about her, and there still wouldn't be any changes.

Xiao Yan nodded his head, with his big hands, he pulled her body into his embrace, warming her cold body, "I know."

He understood.

His warm kiss suddenly fell, caught completely off guard.

Qiao Mo was forced to raise her small face and accept his kiss.

It was clearly in the cold ice land, but Qiao Mo felt that this kiss was abnormally hot and scorching, almost as if it was going to burn her.

At this time, people would always speak their mind.

Qiao Mo was no exception. She tightly grabbed onto the woolen sweater at his waist, and while there was a gap between hot kisses, she said with a slightly choked voice. "Xiao Yan, I really miss you …"

He really wanted to burn her down in the dead of night.

She had never thought that this kind of longing could allow one to traverse mountains and seas like this for a long time.

No matter how much she endured, she never let go of him.

His kiss was impatient and impatient, as if he was a little kid that collided with her lips and tongue. It was not considered gentle and it even hurt a little, but Qiao Mo did not have any intentions of evading or resisting it.

It had been a long kiss, and both of them had not been intimate for a long time. Xiao Yan's breath was slightly heavier as he gently caressed his lips.

Breathing heavily, the man said hoarsely, "This place is not suitable for doing things that are a step closer, otherwise …"

His hot breath flowed little by little over her cold little face.

Qiao Mo's face suddenly flushed red, her pale white revealed a strange red hue.

She could feel how hot the hand that was fixed to her waist, even through the thick armor, was being pressed into her pores little by little.

Qiao Mo slowly closed her eyes, and leaned safely back into his embrace.

The temperature inside the snow hole was simply too cold. Even though she was in Xiao Yan's embrace, she still trembled.

It was only a single night, and it was extremely long. In the middle of the night, both of their hands and feet started to feel cold, and Qiao Mo was half awake as she hugged Xiao Yan's waist and asked softly, "Xiao Yan, will we freeze to death here?"

He continued to hug her, not sleeping at all as he replied indifferently, "I don't."

In fact, it would be nice if they could die together here.

When a person arrived at a time like this, they would become extremely weak. They once felt that no matter how hard they could not say something, they would never have the chance to say it again.

Qiao Mo called out to him: "Xiao Yan …."

"Hmm?"

"Can we stop fighting in the future?"

Don't be tit for tat, don't meet again, just sneer at each other and each other.

"... "Right."

She didn't know if she was awake or not, but she reached out and hugged him even tighter.

He thought that this would be their good start, but in Qiao Mo's heart, it was a perfect end.

's hands and feet became colder and colder. She could no longer hold on as she leaned into his embrace and muttered softly, "Xiao Yan, I really want to sleep …"

Xiao Yan raised his head and looked at the sky above Mount Switzerland, then started to let out small snowflakes, he patted Qiao Mo's cold cheeks and said: "Don't sleep, persevere a bit more, hm?"

As long as he could endure it, nothing bad would happen. Qiao Mo's body was weak, coupled with the car accident that happened previously, which caused her body to be in a bad condition, Xiao Yan held her even more tightly. At the thought of this, Xiao Yan suddenly felt that her body was extremely weak, and had been in a bad condition.

Their breathing had already started to turn cold. Xiao Yan kissed her forehead and called out to her: "Qiao Mo?"

"Hmm?" There was sleep in her voice.

He said lightly, "I love you."

It was light as a feather, as if he had not said anything at all. However, even though Qiao Mo's mind was still blank, he could still clearly hear the words "I love you".

She raised her head from's embrace, and looked at him with a lifeless gaze. After a long while, he smiled in relief, reached out his hands, and pinched her nose: "As expected, I can't sleep."

From the looks of it, he was quite frightened.

Qiao Mo was drowsy for a moment, and was unable to say a single word: "..."

Her heart that had been lifted for no reason was finally relieved by this explanation. However, at this moment, she really couldn't sleep at all.

Her life was beyond her expectations. Even if something happened a moment before she did, she still wouldn't believe that there would be a day when she and Xiao Yan, who were quietly trapped in a crisis, would be able to take care of each other and even let go of their grudges and chat like this.

At this moment, there was only one person left between them, no Song Xiazhi, no one else.

Xiao Yan kissed her cold forehead, and said word by word in a mute voice, "If we can leave this place safely, Qiao Mo, give me one chance."

More accurately, it was giving her and him a chance.

His tone was not heavy, but Qiao Mo understood the meaning behind his words.

The meaning behind Xiao Yan's words was, if they could survive, then they would stay with him.

However, he had forgotten that this was where he would leave the mortal world.

In the mortal world, there were those who blocked their past, there was also Song Xiazhi who could not escape no matter what.

Qiao Mo nodded her head obediently and hugged him, "Alright, I promise you."

Around 5am in the morning, a patrol officer passed by and pulled the two of them up with a rope. Just as he went up, Qiao Mo had overworked his strength and his legs went weak, falling into Xiao Yan's embrace unconscious.

"Qiao Mo!"

She vaguely felt that she was being held horizontally by a pair of arms. That person was constantly rubbing her ice-cold hands. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but her eyelids were too heavy to see.

But at this moment, she truly felt that this person truly loved her.

… ….

Qiao Mo opened her eyes. When she woke up, she was in a clinic at the foot of a snowy mountain.

The whiteness around her stung her swollen eyes.

Xiao Yan sat by her bedside, watching over her. Seeing that she had woken up, he touched her forehead and said: "I'll go call the doctor."

The doctor came over and took the temperature, checked it again to make sure nothing had happened before leaving. The two of them were the only ones left in the empty ward.

She licked her parched lips, but before she could say anything, Xiao Yan had already poured her a cup of warm water. He helped her up and placed it next to her mouth.

She did not do it herself, her arms were as heavy as lead, and she did not want to move at all. She drank hurriedly, and Xiao Yan lowered his head as he said with a warm gaze: "Drink slowly."

She finished her water and looked up at him. "Aren't you going back? You have been in the Switzerland for a few days, is the company okay? "You can go back first …"

Xiao Yan placed the cup down and cut off her words, "I'm not busy, Assistant Zhao is here."

She gave an "oh" and fell silent. Xiao Yan found it funny as he looked at her blank face and asked: "Even now, you still have nothing to say to me?"

"... What do you want to hear? "

Xiao Yan slightly perked his lips, the way she said it was fresh. She actually asked him what he wanted to hear, and played around with him: "I want to hear what you have to say, Xiao Yan, this time you saved me, I will repay you with my body."

"Cough cough …"

Her pale cheeks were abnormally red. The water that she had just drunk seemed to have been swallowed by her throat, causing her to cough incessantly.

Xiao Yan calmly patted her slender back and said: "If that's the case, you won't even be able to say it, and you're still asking me what I want to hear?"

Qiao Mo frowned as she looked at him. How did he change so quickly after last night? The aura of a scoundrel and a scoundrel could be seen at a glance.

Xiao Yan acted as if he had seen through her thoughts, he raised his eyebrows and said, "You think I'm a rascal?"

Qiao Mo was speechless, "..."

She could not accept the sudden change in his personality.

The morning in Mount Switzerland, it was difficult for the snow not to fall. As the sun rose, warm rays of sunlight shone in, warming the originally cold ward.

Xiao Yan bought a box of warm milk and toast from the canteen outside. It was best to eat hot porridge at this time, but the conditions were limited.

Qiao Mo leaned on the sickbed, nibbling on toast and drinking warm milk. She was not used to Xiao Yan's considerate treatment and did not think to go back immediately.

Although it was a statement, it was a request for his opinion, and she hoped that he would agree.

After all, she was still on his marriage certificate.

He smiled faintly and asked, "How long do you want to stay here? One month? Half a year? A year? "Or even longer?"

Qiao Mo frowned as she looked at him. His tone was neither warm nor angry, but there was hidden anger in it.

He had automatically planned her actions as an act of escape, but she was not.

"Xiao Yan, I feel that the two of us need to calm down, so we should properly consider the matter of divorce.

"Don't want what?"

His eyes were clearly smiling, but they were sneering, colder than even the snow on Mount Switzerland.

"Don't ignore my words like that. When I say divorce, I think about it for a long time, and I'm not just talking about it. Please face it. "

He gave a humph of amusement, "I ignore you? Qiao Mo, who exactly is ignoring who? "I remember that I told you last night not to mention that word again. What about now, are you talking about it again?"

"... Can you respect my opinion? "