Feng Shaojin hugged her arms tightly, wishing to integrate her into his own flesh and blood, some things were like sand held in the palm of his hand, the tighter he held it, the faster it would be lost.

He hugged her, the two were clearly so close, but their hearts were so far apart.

Feng Shaojin closed her eyes, and rested her chin on her neck, "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you."

Only since that incident happened, he seemed to have no promises in her heart anymore. She pretended to trust him in front of Mu Qing, just to let Mu Qing not worry.

Feng Shaojin took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Ling Wei, call me."

"Feng Shaojin!" Mo Lingwei moved, "Let go of me."

Her waist was about to be strangled by his arm.

Feng Shaojin let go of her hand and supported her back, "Call me Shaojin."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Seeing that his emotions seemed to have calmed down, Mo Lingwei said softly, "Shaojin."

"Well, call a few more times to listen." Feng Shaojin caressed her face.

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei seemed to be calm after hearing his tone, and obediently called him several times.

In the dark night, through a window, outside was the bleak wind and rain, but inside was a woman's gentle voice like a clear spring, calling his name in a low voice.

Feng Shaojin was in a daze.

This feeling seems to have returned to the sweet days of the past.

Mo Lingwei was so sleepy that she leaned her head on Feng Shaojin's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

On the second day, the sky was dim.

Mo Lingwei, who had been curled up all night, moved uncomfortably. When she opened her eyes, she saw Feng Shaojin's head resting on the back of the chair, and opened her eyes too.

She wanted to sit back in the co-pilot's seat, moved her body, and found that half of her body was numb.

Feng Shaojin held her down: "Don't move around..."

Mo Lingwei stopped moving, and after a while, the blood flowed freely, and she sat back in the co-pilot's seat.

There was a landslide more than ten meters ahead, and stones and mud rolled down to block the way forward. Mo Lingwei stared at that place, and turned her eyes to Feng Shaojin.

Feng Shaojin's eyes were dark, he opened the car door, "Sit down, I'll go down and have a look."

The car drove forward for more than ten meters, and she and Feng Shaojin were buried here.

Before Mo Lingwei could recover from his fear, Feng Shaojin got back into the car, started the car, and drove in the direction of travel.

Feng Shaojin reached out and held her cold fingers, "Don't be afraid."

Mo Lingwei shook off his hand: "I almost died here."

At that time, the Feng family will lose Feng Shaojin, and the whole south will be in chaos, and all the blame will be pointed at Mo Lingwei who was buried with him.

Beauty is a disaster, which is a crime that men shirk their responsibilities on women.

Xiu'er will fall into the hands of the Feng family, and will definitely be buried with her.

Does this man know what he is doing?

Feng Shaojin clenched his fists: "I won't let you die."

After a pause, he seemed to make an oath: "As long as I live by your side, I will definitely not let you die."

Mo Lingwei smiled coldly.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters are inherently impermanent, and no one can know and predict what will happen in the future.

Living is already not easy, and these dangers could have been avoided.

Feng Shaojin looked sideways, caught a glimpse of the indifferent expression on her face, and panicked in his heart.

She doesn't believe him!

The charming and ambiguous atmosphere in the darkness last night was like a dream. After waking up from the dream, the relationship between the two returned to the original point again!