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Her heartbeat was abnormally fast, as if something special was drilling into her body and circulating through her entire body.

When Mo Xiaoxiao noticed that something was wrong with Xiao Menghan's gaze, she cried out in alarm and quickly sunk her body into the water. After some time, she discovered that her chest was exposed above the water surface. The man in front of her had already let out a deep breath, and the white hair around her grew more and more, enveloping her body.

"My clothes." She didn't have time to wonder what the fire in the eyes of the man opposite her meant. All she knew was that this was all she had left, and that if she was washed away by the river, she would have to be a virgin again in her birthday suit.

Xiao Meng Han looked at the clothes and suddenly raised her head to give a long howl. The two Tibetan Mastiffs that were in the shade of the tree jumped up and ran towards the river.

She was very touched, but what moved her even more was the selfless hands of a certain man protecting her chest. It was exactly the same size, but why was it not her own hand, but his?

"Xiao Yan, I've made you suffer."

Xiao Meng Han's body stood behind Silent Red, his hair was wrapped around her black hair, flapping and dispersing on the surface of the water, creating an ambiguous scene.

His head was down, and his sexy lips were warm, roasting her delicate earlobes.

His whole body's sensory cells had all gathered at a certain spot in her body and were being ignited.

Wonderful electric currents surged through every nerve in her body, spreading her keen sense of touch.

Mo Xiaoxiao's body became unstable and she tried her best to make her voice serious: "Xiao Meng Han, Wandering, him?"

"Don't worry. He will be fine. Don't forget whose son he is."

"There's also Liao Xiaoli. She sent me here."

"Sister Liao?" Xiao Meng Han suddenly remembered. Last night, there was another woman with Mo Xiao Ran. His hands were tighter and tighter as he pushed the figure into his embrace.

He didn't go to get the clothes that the mastiff had brought back, instead, he reached out and picked up Mo Xiaoxiao before walking directly to the other side of the river.

The Tibetan mastiff didn't bring them either. It just left the clothes on the shore and went back to rest in a shady place. It also went back to guard the man tied to the tree.

"Xiao Meng Han."

"I'm here."

"They're dangerous. There's another man in a cage."

"I know."

"You?" Silent Xiao Yun was so angry that he didn't know what to say. She used both hands to push Xiao Meng Han's shoulder and tried her best to pull the distance between the two of them.

However, why was it that the closer she pushed him, the clearer the handsome features became, causing her to be unable to breathe. Why did he seem even more charming and manly than before this time?

Ye Zichen shook his head and shook off the thoughts in his head. What kind of time is this, for me to still be immersed in his manliness?

Xiao Meng Han laughed, a laughter that came from her heart. He hugged her tightly and buried his face in her neck, letting the liquid from the corner of his eyes seep into her hair.

How could he tell her that he wanted to feel her as she really was, that he wasn't dreaming at night about the imperceptible figure in his dreams, that he was dreaming about a woman a thousand miles away?

In his dreams, he hugged her, his body trembling. In his running through the forest, he knew that what he wanted to hear in his heart was her name.

He lifted his head, and she smiled at him in the scorching sun. He lowered his head, and she ran on the ground. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, and her white skirt fluttered as her gentle eyes caught his breath.

"Xiao Yan, let me hug you a little more, okay? "Just once."

The words and the strong emotion were spoken word by word.

Xiao Menghan did not dare to look into his eyes. She was his woman, the goddess he could look up to, the wife he could coexist with, her every frown and smile leading to his sadness and joy.

Mo Xiaoxiao did not reply well or not, because her body was tightly wrapped in his embrace, so tightly that there was not even a crack. Her heart beat, one after another, according to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Everything from the past became a distant tune. She was entangled with his life, and her body no longer had the strength to leave it.

The scorching sun was rising high in the sky, and as he closed his eyes, he was fully focused on feeling the sorrow and joy in his body. It seemed that they had parted not long ago, and yet, it was as if they had experienced two cycles of reincarnation.

She passively endured his unease and scorching feelings as she silently asked herself: "This man, are you sure you're him?" Silent Xiao Ran, a man who would never leave in his entire life?

As her body was released, a feeling of unfamiliarity and loneliness seized at her heart. She looked at the man who was slightly away from her.

For a moment, he thought he was going to push her down to the ground.

Now, watching as he gently smoothed her hair and then whistled for the Tibetan mastiff to bring her clothes over, he quietly helped her put them on.

Mo Xiaoxiao was a bit disappointed. She was a bit conflicted, he was willing to let her go just like that.

Just a moment ago, she really thought that Xiao Meng Han would press herself down to the ground and destroy her bones, but in the end, he personally dressed her in a gentleman's attire.

Jing Xiaoxiao was blushing. "I can do it myself."

If he said that, he didn't get the initiative to wear clothes.

Xiao Meng Han's slender fingers avoided her small hands and continued to busy herself with his welfare. Even her pants, his fingers moved across every part of her body, her serious expression made Mo Xiaoxiao want to speak up a few times, but she couldn't differentiate between his actions and his expression.

After Xiao Meng Han finished dressing, his waist was still wrapped around one of her outfits, and his callused hands held hers tightly. His gaze swept across her flushed little face, and he said with a hoarse voice, "Follow me."

Mo Xiaoxiao could not say no, because the man who was pulling her had already started to walk.

Moreover, his hand strength was quite strong, so it wouldn't hurt her, nor would he let her reject him.

His body trembled slightly. Her palm felt that his pinky was writing something in his palm. Right now, his mind was in a mess, so he couldn't even tell what it was.

The Tibetan mastiffs watched as Xiao Meng Han led her into the depths of the forest. They lazily raised their heads to take a look, before lowering their heads to rest.

The Tibetan Mastiff, who was on duty, was walking back and forth periodically, occasionally raising its head and glancing in the direction of the cave entrance.

"Son, you'll be hungry." For the first time, she discovered that the lines of Xiao Meng Han's body were flowing smoothly, giving off a kind of artistic beauty. An idea suddenly appeared in her mind: if he were to become a mannequin in the future, he would definitely be able to provide for his family, so she wouldn't starve to death.

Xiao Meng Han's steps paused for a moment before she continued forward. Her empty hand continued to tear apart some of the branches, preventing her from walking more smoothly. Hearing his words, he replied without turning his head, "He needs to grow up."

What does starvation have to do with growing up? Jing Xiaoxiao was confused, how could she grow up when she was hungry?