Being thrown to the ground again, Wu Bingxuan was completely stunned, "You...?"
Before they finished speaking, several gunshots like "Bang! Bang bang!" were fired at their sides.
"Shh! Don't talk yet." He held her waist tightly with his big hands and protected her head with one hand. Mu Ziluo turned over and rolled towards the sloping slope.
"Wait for me here." After placing her in a safe area below the slope, Mu Ziluo lovingly pressed a kiss on her forehead.
After saying that, he turned around and moved aside. Around the corner, Mu Ziluo turned back and smiled reassuringly at her, quickly disappearing into the darkness.
Wu Bingxuan blinked his eyes, his slender little hands tightly grasped the soil at his side, and his eyes stared blankly in the direction where he disappeared, motionless.
Time was beating minute by second, the slender little hands were clenching tighter and tighter, and even the body began to tremble slightly.
Finally, a figure appeared again around the corner.
Without thinking, she rushed out and threw herself into his arms almost instantly, tears bursting from her eyes uncontrollably.
"He is... very important to you?" There was a hint of bitterness in the soft voice. Chu Mingyou was still crying in her arms, with his hands behind his back, refusing to touch her body.
"You..." Taking a step back, Wu Bingxuan looked behind him anxiously, but in the end he didn't see that figure.
"Very disappointed?" He couldn't help feeling sour in his heart. Staring at the still familiar face in front of him, he suddenly realized that she was no longer the same person.
"No!" Wu Bingxuan bit her lip in embarrassment, and then said after a long time: "Are you okay? Are you injured?"
"Is it important?" Chu Mingyou wiped away the wet tears on her face with slender fingers, and smiled bitterly, "You are in love with him, right?"
In fact, this was expected, and he knew the outcome very well, but even if he told himself a thousand times in his heart to accept it, his heart like needles still resisted this fact.
"I……"
Before she finished speaking, Chu Mingyou made a strong force and hugged her tightly in his arms, "Don't say it."
Don't tell him, just stay quietly in his arms. Don't say anything, then he can deceive himself, at least now he is hugging her, not someone else.
He buried his head deeply into her shoulder, caressed her back with his thick palms, and held her into his arms harder and harder, as if she would leave or leave him otherwise.
Putting her fair arms behind him, Wu Bingxuan blinked and finally gently hugged his waist.
Feeling her touch, Chu Mingyou's face gradually softened, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
"I think you should let her go."
A strong external force tore away his embrace, and as soon as he turned around, she was out of his control and fell into the arms of someone else.
Staring at the stern face of the visitor, Wu Bingxuan gradually relaxed his body, and his high-hanging heart finally fell to the ground.
Staring at the man in front of him warily, Mu Ziluo hugged her waist forcefully and warned, "She is mine."
Chu Mingyou smiled slightly and stopped talking.
"I hope you're okay." Wu Bingxuan's slender little hands hugged his waist tightly, and Wu Bingxuan buried her head in his arms, taking a deep breath of his breath. She had never felt that she could be so satisfied in his arms.
Looking at her in distress, Mu Ziluo breathed softly and rested his head on her shoulder. His heavy eyes became increasingly blurry, but he still struggled not to close his eyes.