C222 The Love Is Strong

"Oh... Senior sister, someone is looking at us. Are you going to hug me like this and not let go?" The corner of Duanmu Kuang's mouth curled up slightly, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face. He looked at Zhong Lingyan with an evil expression and said.

This feeling was very strange. His temperament was completely different from before. It was as if he had changed into a different person. A huge change had occurred. He was no longer as pure and innocent as before, his face no longer carrying the innocence of the past. He gave off a carefree and frivolous feeling. His entire body. The smell of evil.

However, Zhong Lingyan was currently crouching in his embrace and curled up there. Naturally, she did not notice this at all.

It was very obvious that Duanmu Kuang was up to no good. He had woven a lie to scare her. Because there were only the two of them left in the room, Zhong Zhenyue had left long ago and he had already understood this point.

"Someone's here?" However, Zhong Lingyan didn't even raise her head. Her beautiful eyes slightly opened before closing again. She was still stuck there, and directly said, "Who cares about him? If you want to see, just look."

This was very bold, completely unlike her usual style. It gave Duanmu Kuang a scare. One had to know that she had always been reserved and dignified, and had never pretended to be nice to men. She was simply like a fairy that did not exist in the mortal world, and could only be seen from afar. She couldn't be blasphemed, let alone like now. She would take the initiative to make such an intimate action.

Furthermore, Zhong Lingyan did not understand who the "person" Duanmu Kuang was talking about was. It seemed like there were only three people in the room just now. One was her, and the other was Duanmu Kuang and Zhong Zhenyue. It seemed like... She had even forgotten about her own father.

"Er..." Duanmu Kuang was shocked by the person in his arms. His eyes widened and he was speechless for a moment.

In the past, although the two of them often had intimate contact, for example, holding hands or something, it was almost always him who took the initiative. Furthermore, it was only when there were no outsiders around that they would be accepted. Otherwise, Zhong Lingyan would resist.

How much attachment and reluctance was needed to make the girl in his arms undergo such a huge change?

Duanmu Kuang was silent. Then his eyes turned red and he felt a little sour in his nose. He did not need to think to guess that Zhong Lingyan must have suffered a lot because of him during this period of time. She must have suffered a lot from fear and suffering.

As for himself, what did he do? He got drunk every day, fell into depravity, and gave up on himself. This kind of behavior, to the woman who cared about him at this moment, was simply an unforgivable sin.

"Senior sister, thank you!" Thousands of words condensed on these few words. He felt the most sincere gratitude from the bottom of his heart. If the misfortune that had happened to him in this year was all misfortune, then meeting this woman... It was the greatest fortune he had ever had in his life.

At that time, his family had been destroyed, and he had been in a constant state of anxiety. It was this woman who had brought him back to the sect. She had given him warmth. Then, his master had died a horrible death, and he had fallen into endless darkness. He became bored, drinking every day, and wanted to end the rest of his life with this. Then he was seriously injured and fainted. It was this woman again that woke him up. She pulled him back from the gates of hell and gave him a new life.

This scene, this kindness, it made people want to shed tears. They wished they could peel off their hearts to express their gratitude, and it was difficult to express the gratitude in their hearts.

"What are you talking about? If you really want to thank me, then live well for me. Don't be like this again. I'll be worried if you do. I'll be afraid. " Zhong Lingyan placed the cat on his chest and her lips parted slightly. She spoke in such a pampered manner.

She hugged him even tighter and closed her eyes. There was a satisfied smile on her face.

"En, I will live. I still have a lot of things that I haven't done yet. I must live well and complete all of this. I will definitely not die!" In just a split second, Duanmu Kuang's Qi suddenly burst out, and his tone became bitingly cold.

It was as if someone had mentioned something. His eyes shot out a frightening divine light, and his killing intent was surging. His body was trembling slightly. Even the person in his arms had been disturbed. He was dissatisfied with ___.

"What are you doing? Don't move. Let me hug you for a while more." Zhong Lingyan tilted her head and rolled her eyes at him. Then, she quickly returned to her original state. She lay in his arms and closed her eyes.

She listened to his heartbeat like this and smelled the familiar scent on his body. She felt the warmth in his arms and felt his real existence. This kind of feeling was really good!

Duanmu Kuang heard her and quickly calmed down. He gently stroked her hair and said, "It's fine, you can hug him as long as you want."

His eyes became even gentler as he looked at Zhong Lingyan in a daze. His deep eyes were filled with crazy love. No matter what he had experienced in the past, what had happened during this period of time... How much had changed in his heart? However, there was one thing that had never changed. It was the love he had for this woman.

"Oh right, senior sister, I remember that my injuries were quite serious. How did I recover so quickly?" A moment later, Duanmu Kuang thought of another question and asked.

Because, although he was in a daze at that time, he knew that his injuries were not light. His meridians were damaged. This was definitely a kind of injury that was difficult to treat. He did not understand. How could he be completely healed now? Furthermore, his body seemed to be even better than before. It was as if he had gone through a metamorphosis once again. Every movement he made was filled with explosive power. He had become even stronger.

"Hmph, you still have the nerve to say that? It's all because of you... You caused me to use all the things that my mother left behind. This is the only thing that my mother left for me." Zhong Lingyan pouted, obviously dissatisfied with him. She leaned in his arms and pouted. Heavy. She punched him hard and continued, "I want to see if you dare to do it again next time. If it wasn't for me this time... You're dead meat, even your father..."

At this point, she suddenly stopped. Then, as if she had been electrocuted, she bounced off Duanmu Kuang's body and let out a high decibel shout that almost pierced one's eardrums.

"Ah... dad!"

At this time, Zhong Lingyan finally remembered her father. Her face was flushed red, and it was bright red.

She secretly stomped her feet. Her father was clearly here but she was so intimate with a man in front of her father and even hugged him for so long. This was really too embarrassing and embarrassing.

"Dad, I..." She shrunk her neck and carefully turned her head around, wanting to explain or say something to her father. However, it was obvious that her father was not here. Zhong Zhenyue had already left.

The entire room was empty, except for herself and Duanmu Kuang. There wasn't a third person's shadow in the room. She looked around but did not see Zhong Zhenyue. Instead, she saw a malicious and playful smile. Not far away from her.