Chapter 65:

It's been almost a week since I woke up.
Ning Mitang looked at the heavy snow that had stopped outside the house, but her heart did not fall.
In the past few days, she tried to walk around the house to observe the situation, and found that the front and back gates of the villa were guarded by security guards. The entrance and exit required the iron gates of the security gates to pass. But the walls of the villa are piled high, because of her height, she can't climb out without the help of climbing ladders.
At this time, the door of the room was opened directly. Looking at the young servant who came in with the dinner, Ning Mitang's beautiful brows frowned slightly, "I'm not hungry, you can hold it."
The servant was expressionless, with a bit of disdain, and replied word by word: "Mister confessed, I need to watch Ms. Ning you eat."
Ning Mitang's black eyes looked straight at her, covered with cold stars, and her pink lips lifted slightly: "I said, don't eat."
Seeing that sharp and cold gaze, the servant's heart trembled, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him. The servant bit her lip and said a little annoyed: "Then I will report to Mr.". He withdrew the food and took it away.
"what happened?"
Song Jingchen just appeared.
"Sir, Miss Ning, she doesn't eat dinner." The servant reported truthfully.
Song Jingchen glanced in the direction of the girl, "Then take it down first, and heat it up."
The servant was hesitant to speak, she glanced at the figure eagerly approaching Ning Mitang, and had to retreat.
Under the bright light, the girl's white face is delicate and moving, her eyes are as black as jade, clear and translucent. She wore a red dress, bright and dazzling red, and her skin was as white as jade, as if she was plated with light.
Xuefu and black hair, she sat quietly, the scene in front of her was like a painting, and he was the one who had entered the painting.
Song Jingchen stood in front of the girl, casting a shadow, "Why don't you eat?"
"Not hungry." Ning Mitang answered calmly.
"Mitang, you didn't eat anything since yesterday. This is not good for your health." Song Jingchen sat down beside her, staring at her with scorching eyes, "I'll feel bad for hurting my body."
Ning Mitang didn't move at all. She looked at him with dark eyes, and her voice was clear and sweet, "When will you let me go?" She pointed out that she didn't want to circle with him again. He will be here these few nights, and the desire in his eyes. Hope she can see that she needs to leave here as soon as possible.
The girl in front of him had bright eyes and white teeth, and Song Jingchen moved. He used his index finger to pick up a touch of black hair on the girl's side, put it between his nose, and smelled, "Mitang, is it okay to stay here?"
"When will you let me go?" She repeated it again with a faint expression.
"You know."
Song Jingchen's mouth was filled with a gentle smile. He supported Ning Mitang with his hands on the back of the chair behind him, trapped her in his arms, and gradually approached her, "You can't go."
He bowed his head and wanted to kiss him, Ning Mitang turned his head in an instant, her black and clear eyes were full of ice, "Go away, you are so disgusting."
Song Jingchen smiled, "I'm sick, so who's not? That porter boyfriend?" He straightened the girl's face, "Why does he make you think so much?"
"He won't imprison me!" Ning Mitang glanced at him lightly, with a sarcasm, "He will respect my wishes. Will you? Can you let me go?"
A bit of embarrassment appeared on Song Jingchen's face. He rubbed her delicate lips with his fingertips. He didn't let go of her fingers until her brows were frowning, "Mitang, you can't go, I don't have much patience. , You have to learn to accept me..."
After getting the answer, Ning Mitang didn't want to say anything, she closed her eyes and ignored him.
Song Jingchen stood up and stared at her for a while before leaving with a calm face.
Before long, there was another silence in the room.
Ning Mitang hugged her knees and sat quietly on the sofa, facing the window. At this time, her dark eyes were like the dark night sky outside the window, dark and desolate.
Mo Huai looked for her, probably looking crazy.
The night is getting thicker, there is no snow, no stars, only an endless black.
Ning Mitang closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep on the huge bed with light gray floating yarn nets. During this time she woke up, she had been guarding against Song Jingchen, and she was already very tired after recovering from a serious illness.
After an unknown period of time, the gray floating mosquito nets hanging on the ground were gently lifted.
Suddenly a tall black figure came in, with a chill all over his body, standing still by the bed. Until the girl turned over, the shadow went directly to the bed, pressing the person under her.
There was a pain on her lips, and Ning Mitang's consciousness gradually became sober. She was horrified to find that she was being pressed and kissed.
With a sudden heartbeat, she was so scared that her hairs stood up, her hands and feet numb.
The person on her body was sucking hard with her lips in her mouth, Ning Mitang hurriedly reached out to push him, and bit her mouth the other party's lips until the shadow snorted.
"Get out!" Ning Mitang struggled and scolded coldly.
The black shadow hugged the girl under her tightly, leaning close to her ear, and whispered: "Hush! Tangtang, it's me."
A familiar voice came, and Ning Mitang was taken aback. She opened her eyes to the extreme, trying to see the person in front of her clearly, but in the darkness, it was blurred.
She quickly reached out and turned on the small lamp on the bedside table. The next moment, the warm yellow light spilled in through the gray floating mosquito net, clearly reflecting the man's clean eyebrows and distinct handsome outline.
His dark eyes were moist and bright, as if they were full of stars, which made one look deep.
Ning Mitang's hand against Mo Huai's chest changed to embrace his neck, her voice trembling slightly, "A Huai..."
"Don't cry, Tangtang, I'm not good, I'm late." Hearing the girl's light tremor, Mo Huai's heart hurts. He hugged the person, and gently wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingers. Tears, "I'm sorry, don't cry. You cry, my heart hurts so much."
Looking at the red eyes of the girl under him, Mo Huai's heart was tight and painful. He lowered his voice and coaxed softly over and over again: "Tangtang, don't cry, don't cry..."
Her little grievances could kill him.
Ning Mitang hugged him tightly, her dark eyes were open, the water was shining, teardrops remained silently, and occasionally weeped softly once or twice, so she was not wronged.
"Are you trying to feel sorry for me?"
Mo Huai wiped away the hot water beads again.
With dim tears, Ning Mitang blinked, and a few more drops of water rolled off, "How did you find it?"
In the quiet room, the girl's voice was soft, with a little sobbing nasal sound, which made Mo Huai's heart soft.
He rubbed the tip of her nose with a straight nose profusely, "The snow has stopped, and I found here after smelling you."
The moment he saw the corpse that day, he almost collapsed. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe that Ning Mitang would leave him. After being questioned by Qiao Ziyan, his consciousness became sober. Calm down, he found that he felt a strange alienation towards the corpse.
In the past few days, he has lived in the dark and dark abyss every day, living like years.
He had thought about it, if he really lost her, he would just lay down his life.
The warm yellow light came in, and the girl's wet eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of light, dazzling, "I have been waiting for you." Her jade arms clasped his neck and shook it." Ahuai, I miss you so much."
As if afraid that a man would not feel her miss, she said again: "I really really miss it."
For an instant, Mo Huai's cold black eyes were as bright as stars, with waves rippling, "Me too."
The girl was soft, warm and fragrant, his eyes fell on the blushing lips, which were stained with a layer of water, ruddy and shiny, which were obviously traces of him.
"Tangtang, I want to kiss you." Mo Huai said frankly after sliding his throat up and down.
Her whole body was covered by a silk quilt, which was loose and soft. Ning Mitang hid her face halfway into the quilt, flushing red, "You scared me to death just now." Without saying a word, she bit her lips fiercely, now It hurts a bit.
Mo Huai's eyes were black and shiny, "It's because I'm not good, and I didn't control it for a while."
Then, with a shy face, he leaned the corner of his injured lips in front of her, grieving: "I am injured."
Ning Mitang was frightened just now, and she bit hard for a while. The man's well-shaped lip was bitten, and the corners of the upper lip had crimson teeth marks, the skin was torn and blood was oozing.
Ning Mitang felt distressed at a glance, she did not dare to reach out and touch, "Does it hurt?"
"Ok."
Mo Huai's voice was a little low and bored, "You didn't even recognize me." Then, he took the opportunity to say: "Tangtang, I'm all hurt, won't you let me kiss?"
Ning Mitang's heart seemed to fall into the cotton, soft and sweet. There was a thin blush on the tip of the ear, and she responded softly, "Okay." Then, she exposed half of her face hidden in the quilt.
After getting the answer, Mo Huai looked happy, Ying's firm eyebrows were raised high, and her elegantly-lined jaw fell down, her thin and lips pressed against Ning Mitang's kiss fiercely, so much worry for so many days. The sourness of the sky, and so many unspeakable strange feelings, all at once faded.
His mouth contained extremely tender and soft meat, the taste he had dreamed of.
He sucked the girl's slightly curled lips, and put out the tip of his tongue to tease a few times. After holding it for a long time, he loosened his upper lip and attacked the moist lower lip instead, pressing the soft flesh into his mouth, sucking a few times, until the lips were red and bleeding, he slowly loosened it.
Ning Mitang obediently raised her head, clinging her hands to Mo Huai's neck, and when she felt his tongue rest on her front teeth, she opened her teeth slightly and let her tongue go in.
The girl’s coordinated action deeply pleased Mo Huai. His dark and deep eyes were filled with a smile, and the tip of his tongue was wrapped around her tongue. After stirring for a few times, the tip of her tongue was wrapped around her and dragged into his own. Mouth.
For a while, the affectionate voice of "Tsk Tsk" sounded in the too quiet room.
Mo Huai snorted in dissatisfaction. The entanglement on his mouth kept on. He let go of a hand and directly lifted the quilt of the girl under him, and then covered himself. The two hid in the quilt together. .
The warm yellow light was blocked outside the quilt, and the inside of the quilt was pitch black, and each other's breathing was clearly audible.
Mo Huai kissed and moved, sucking the girl's pink tongue over and over again, feeling that it was not enough. He let go of his soft tongue, his own digs in again, and vigorously sucked the body fluid from the cherry lips.
"Hmm..." Ning Mitang was a little bit out of breath and whimpered lowly after being sucked hard.
The quilt was filled with the sweet fragrance of the girl. Mo Huai's black eyes seemed to drip ink, and he tangled his small tongue again and stroked it from the base of the tongue to the tip of the tongue, and then drilled deeply into her throat. .
The arms clinging to Mo Huai’s neck were weak and weak. She trembled all over, especially when she felt the firm and firm touch of her abdomen. She panted harder, her whole body seemed to be surrounded by fire, and she was hot everywhere. It's hot everywhere.
"Ahuai..."
She regained her sanity a bit, she whispered between her lips and teeth.
"Ok?"
Mo Huai replied, his hands kept moving.
"Don't try so hard."
Unfamiliar feelings came in waves, and Ning Mitang was ashamed and unable to refuse.
"Tangtang."
In the darkness, Mo Huai's surprisingly bright eyes were full of lust. He buried his head in her neck, and his voice was hoarse to the extreme: "Let me take it easy, I can't ask you here."
Ning Mitang's face turned red all at once, "Then you..." She brushed the hair that made her skin itchy, "Then don't stick it so tightly." He pressed tightly underneath him. Now, she only wore a thin skirt, which was particularly noticeable to the touch.
Mo Huai licked her neck in annoyance, "You wait, after a while..." He pressed to her ear, whispered a few words, and made Ning Mitang blush. The heart is irritable, and a heart beats wildly.
After not knowing how long, Mo Huai opened the quilt, and the coldness hit him, and the enthusiasm on his body suddenly faded a bit.
"Tangtang, let's go." He got up and took the girl's coat that was on the chair, pulled her messy and ruffled skirt on her body, and then helped her put on a thick coat.
"There are guards at the front and rear entrances, and there are also guards on the first floor." The thin red on Ning Mitang's face disappeared a bit, her expression a little worried.
If Mo was the reason for drilling in the cotton quilt just now, Mo Huai's hair was a bit messy, the bangs on his forehead collapsed, and it was a bit naive, and the cold lines on his side were also softer.
He gently rubbed the delicate skin on the girl's face with his fingertips, "Don't be afraid." His tone was definitely confident, "I'm here. Tangtang, you can just stay behind me later."
"Yeah." Ning Mitang nodded.
Because the location of the room was on the third floor, Mo Huai pulled Ning Mitang directly down.
The villa was very quiet, it was late at night, and the servant had already fallen asleep. The stairs are covered with light gray carpets, and the steps are light, and there is no sound when you step on it.
Soon, the two went down the stairs smoothly to the first floor.
With the light on in the living room, the surroundings were still bright, Ning Mitang's heart tightened for no reason.
"Don't be afraid."
Mo Huai squeezed the small hand comfortably, and he led her to the back door.
He came in through the back door, and the guard had been knocked out by him, and would not wake up for a while.
It was pitch black all around, Ning Mitang closely followed the man's pace, and her long, jet-black hair moved quickly, fluttered by the wind, drawing beautiful arcs.
The garden of the villa was not very big. After going around in a circle, Mo Huai took Ning Mitang to the back door.
Suddenly, Ning Mitang paused, and her dark eyes flashed with surprise.
"Honey, I'm so disappointed in you."
At this moment, not far from the back door, Song Jingchen stood there waiting, his face was pale, the smile that had been hanging on the corner of his lips had long since faded, and his handsome face was obviously angry: "Tonight, I should Be you."
Mo Huai blocked Ning Mitang behind him, not allowing Song Jingchen to see the corners of the skirt. He looked at Song Jingchen coldly, his clean eyebrows stained with frost.