Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 312 The Vulnerable Moment
Lin Jing frowned, and finally shook his head feebly: "It's okay, I'm fine, don't worry about me, go get busy."

Lin Jing pushed him away again, she didn't want Feng Mocheng to see her in such a mess.

How could the resoluteness that had been consolidated with great difficulty collapse in front of him.

She doesn't need his consolation.

"Lin Jing, you're confused, it's midnight, what do you want me to do?" Feng Mocheng's voice was very calm.

He pulled Lin Jing into his arms, with a calm voice full of concern: "Let me sleep in my arms, I will hold you."

Lin Jing frowned and closed his eyes.

Her dry lips opened and closed, as if to say something, but she didn't say the last word.

Feng Mocheng gently stroked her dry lips with his thumb, feeling reluctant to let go.

He picked up the water glass next to him, took a sip by himself, then lowered his head and kissed her lips, transferring the water from his mouth to hers.

Lin Jing fell into a drowsy sleep and gulped down the water.

Feng Mocheng was relieved, and then fed her water in this way.

Soon, the glass of water bottomed out.

Lin Jing's lips looked much better, not so dry.

After a while, seeing that Lin Jing was completely asleep, he gently put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

And he also took off his clothes and got into bed, sleeping with her.

……

The next day.

Feng Mocheng held Lin Jing's wrist and stared at her ten fingers.

Her fingers were covered with gauze, and there were four or five fingernails, all of which were peeled off.

When he found Lin Jing on the boat, Lin Jing was covered in wounds, the wounds were unrecognizable, covered in blood, and he looked like a beggar.

Her hands and feet were bloody.

That scene, until now, still made him feel a dull pain in his heart.

He gently blew on her gauze-wrapped fingers, then moved away and came to her feet.

He lifted the quilt and glanced at her feet, Lin Jing's feet were also wrapped in gauze.

A sigh came from the quiet room.

Feng Mocheng stretched out his finger, gently stroking the gauze on her feet, his eyes were deep and blurred, without any emotion, but he stared at her as if frozen.

Suddenly, Lin Jing's foot moved, and Feng Mocheng withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

"Don't, don't come here, don't!"

"I didn't want to kill you, I didn't want to! You forced me!!"

"Blood, so much blood! Don't stare at me, don't stare at me, close your eyes!"

Feng Mocheng locked his eyes.

He came to Lin Jing, hugged her, and wanted to wake her up, "Lin Jing, wake up, it's over, don't be afraid."

He called her name, but Lin Jing seemed to be in a nightmare and couldn't wake up no matter what.

Feng Mocheng let out a sigh of relief, lowered his head and kissed her dry lips!
"Well……"

The moment the four soft lips pressed together, Lin Jing was brought back to reality from the nightmare.

Lin Jing shook his slender eyelashes and opened his eyes.

Suddenly, she stretched out her hand, pushed him away forcefully, and sat up from the bed.

She got up too fast, ignoring that there were still injuries on her body, the swollen place was pulled violently, and it hurt.

She frowned tightly, bent over in pain, and couldn't help but lean forward, trying to relieve it.

Feng Mocheng was startled, and stretched out his hand to pull her body closer, "Don't move around, you still have injuries."

(End of this chapter)