Fierce Love: Dawn Mystery

Chapter 13 13

In room 4013, Kim turned off the phone after taking the last call of the day, and collapsed on the bed.You can just see out of the window, there are some stars in the sky, not bright, hanging on them dimly, leaving nothing but emptiness. Kim stood up, ready to take a shower.

Outside the door, Mo Bei glanced at his watch, it was still early.

He leaned against the door panel and tapped the soft floor with the toe of his leather shoes. Not far away was an infrared surveillance camera, and the entire corridor was empty and quiet.

Something is breaking through the ground.

Various types of gun parts are displayed in the small suitcase with a silver-white casing, and the still wet maroon hair hangs obediently on his forehead. Kim patiently adjusts the position of the magazine, and the sound of mechanical friction varies in severity.

He suddenly focused his attention on his wrist, and the cold touch of his fingertips seemed to remind him that in essence, he was no different from the gun he was holding and installing in his hand.

It's ridiculous.

The numbers displayed on the quartz dial finally satisfied him. Mo Bei took out his room card and opened the door with a "tick" and went in. The unclosed suitcase was lying in front of him, faintly threatening, but the sleeping person lying on the bed was very quiet. .

Mo Bei walked around in front of him, the standing wrought iron lamp by the bed was still on, Kim closed his eyes, his distinct eyelashes intertwined, breathing long, he was as beautiful as a stunning painting.

Unlike oil paintings with thick textures, but light and natural gouache, the outlines that slowly emerge blur the boundaries of reality.Mo Bei looked at his face carefully, brushing over his eyebrows, cheekbones, and then winding to the corners of his lips. He had painted this face countless times.

But every time is so thrilling.

But the lips under the fingertips suddenly burst into a smile, and Kim opened his eyes, not at all dazed from waking up from sleep, Mo Bei's surprised face was printed in the brown and black pupils, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

"Have you seen enough? I'm ready to collect money."

Fortunately, his reflex nerves have been trained to perfection, so he replied unhurriedly: "How much?"

"I want you to pay me everything."

"Okay, but if that's the case, I'll have to read enough books at least once today to not be considered a loss." Mo Bei's fingers moved from his cheeks to the neckline, gently across the collarbone, with downward momentum.

Kim immediately grabbed his wrist: "What to do!"

"What do you think?" Mo Bei's eyes were bright, the heat of teasing faded, and his expression was completely serious.

"No, I have to meet with Dong Sen's people tomorrow."

Mo Bei took a deep breath, trying to suppress his desire to communicate with him: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, and I won't hurt you."

However, Kim could feel that every nerve in Mo Bei's body was tense, and his eyes were firmly fixed on his face, as if he only showed a little sign of compromise, and those extinction desires would be like a flood. He washed himself away like a gate, so he had no choice but to reject him more firmly: "No!"

Mo Bei, who was rejected again, was forced to a critical point, and couldn't help but yelled: "My special mother has endured it for three years, and finally Lings is not here, and you are still messing with me!"

As soon as the words came out, he realized the seriousness of the problem, and Lings should not be mentioned.

Sure enough, Kim's expression gradually became stiff, his eyes were filled with deep meaning, and his heart became inexplicably angry.

"I just now..." just as Mo Bei wanted to explain, he took a solid punch, so hard that half of his body was lying on the edge of the bed, and he realized that he had been punched in the confusion for half a second before his eyes.

Kim, who raised his fist high, was still yelling at the side: "Damn, you came to me because you didn't have a wife to hug you. What do you think I am, Kim!"

However, all his aura disappeared quickly after seeing Mo Bei's ferocious expression, wishing he could be stripped alive. Kim lifted the quilt and quickly dodged to the other side. Mo Bei quickly grabbed the ankle he was trying to escape with, and the great inertia made him fall back on the bed. It felt like his lungs were squashed, and his heart felt numb .

"Damn it!" Kim raised his foot and kicked Mo Bei fiercely.

He still has a few tricks to deal with the rebellious wild horses. Mo Bei escaped this attack and immediately jumped onto the bed, clasped Kim's shoulders with both hands and pushed him down, and controlled his right knee to press against his chest, just about to show a proud expression.Suddenly, Kim frowned and coughed a few times, even breathing quickly.

"how do you"

Taking advantage of Mo Bei's concern, he loosened his strength, and Kim pulled out his pistol sideways and pressed it firmly against his forehead: "Let go, I'll only say it once."

Even though he knew that he would never shoot at himself, but seeing the pale face of the man, Mo Bei was only worried. He remembered that Weber said that Kim had been recuperating for three years after being injured. It's so good, there won't be any sequelae, this guy who is always struggling with his life, you must ask him some other day.

Seeing that Mo Bei seemed to give up the idea of ​​teaching him a lesson, Kim slowly lowered the hand holding the gun. He felt a suffocating feeling just now that made him unable to breathe. Could it be that that kid Weber even copied the gunshot wound exactly for him? up?What a hassle.

Turning around, he saw Mo Bei lying on the recliner by the window, closed his eyes and said to him, "You don't want to, I won't force you, go to bed early."

Kim didn't say a word, straightened the quilt, and lay down with his back to Mo Bei. There were almost inaudible sighs in the darkness.

How can I make you understand how much I want to treat you well after almost losing you.

Kim understands the helplessness of those sighs, but what can he do?

The man lying in this room is so familiar in his memory, and he remembers all the past loves in his heart.But the person he cherishes with all his heart and eyes is not him, the person who makes him soft-hearted, makes him suffer, and makes him gentle is not him.It was Kim, the Kim who died three years ago, not him.

But who is he?