Chapter 22: Kissing me, wouldn't it be a betrayal of him?!

  Jian Ling Han still looked calm and serene, without any intention of moving. Du Shao Xi couldn't help but sigh and was about to chase after her. After all, he couldn't control his own mouth, which had caused Xi Er to misunderstand.

  "Halt." A cold and unyielding voice came from behind him.

  Du Shaohui's feet paused, he furrowed his brow and turned back, complaining, "Han Shao, Xi'er might have overheard our conversation just now and misunderstood. We need to hurry up and explain things to her."

  Her eyes glanced over lightly. Ling Han's handsome and elegant expression didn't have any ripples. "If she doesn't even have basic trust, then she's not worthy of being my woman."

  "Han Shao, your demands are too high. Who wouldn't have a little temper?" Du Shaohui weakly spread out his hands, speechless towards Ling Han.

  "Don't bother with her, let her calm down for a bit. Let's go, go to the bar, go meet Murong Xiaozi. It wouldn't be in vain that he came all the way here. If we don't give him some color to see, wouldn't it be unfair to his devoted heart?" Ling Han raised an eyebrow, revealing a sly and arrogant curve. A hint of excitement flashed across his deep eyes.

  Du Shaohui's silent sigh. Although he didn't chase after Xi'er, his heart felt stifled. But he looked forward even more to meeting Mu Rong Xiaozi later. He couldn't hide the excitement of heroes meeting each other.

  In America, Murong Xiao was always their powerful arch-nemesis. Fighting him was the only way to experience the thrill of a fierce battle.

  My chest is heaving violently. I'm exhausted. Extremely exhausted. I don't know how long I've been running. Until the air pouring into my chest feels like a sharp pain in my lungs. Only then does Cold Creek stop. Exhausted, I pant heavily.

  This has stopped for now. My body is getting a rest. But my heart is even more painful. My eyes are sour and hot. Tears fall down uncontrollably.

  How can Ling Han treat her like this?

  How can she accept it? She and Ling Han's encounter from the beginning was designed. Everything has nothing to do with emotions. It's all just a utilitarianism, a conspiracy.

  Why is he so cruel to her?

  Not even bothering to chase after her and explain things.

  The cold tomb. I don't know if I should love you. If I shouldn't love you, then why does my heart feel suffocated at this moment? It hurts so much that I can barely breathe.

  Tightly biting her lip, tears like a stream flowed endlessly down, covering her small pale face.

  The more she thought about it, the more unbearable it became. She didn't want to think about it anymore. But those piercing words couldn't be controlled and kept swirling in her mind. No matter how hard she tried to shake them off, they just wouldn't go away.

  She lifted her tearful eyes. The flashing neon characters in front of her crashed into her eyes. Tian Dou PUB.

  It's a bar.

  There should be a bar inside. They say drinking can solve all worries.

  She felt a deep sadness in her heart. She didn't want to think about it anymore. But she couldn't control herself. Might as well go get drunk then. When she's drunk, she won't have to think about anything.

  The idea flashed through her mind, giving her the courage, but after all, she had never been to a bar before and had some fear of such exclusive places.

  She bit her lip, blinked a few times, clenched her fists in front of her, and tensely twisted her hands, slightly lowering her head, but still unable to resist the impulse in her heart, she walked in.

  It's not as noisy inside as she imagined. It seems a bit quiet. There aren't many people. They're all drinking in their own little worlds. I guess the crazy people haven't gotten crazy yet.

  She looked around and found that the bar was very luxurious and large, with tables scattered about in a unique artistic arrangement. At a glance, she saw the counter where the bartender was mixing drinks.

  She felt a sudden tightness in her chest, and with some trepidation, she stepped forward, her head hung low, not daring to look the bartender straight in the eye. "Uh, could I... have a few cups of wine?" she stammered, before biting her lip, her shoulders tensing up slightly as they trembled.

  Come on, let's go have a drink. This was her first time trying such a bold move. She had a nervous feeling in her heart. A tense and fearful sensation.

  The bartender glanced at her and said lightly, "Miss, what kind of drink do you want? Cocktail, red wine or fruit juice?" This girl looked like she didn't often come to bars, and even ordering a drink made her a bit flustered. Her reactions were all in the bartender's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic.

  Alas, once you enter the worldly dust, it's as deep as the sea. Such a beautiful and pure girl, just wish for good fortune on your own, don't get too deeply involved.

  What wine.

  Leng Xi opened his black eyes and blinked, looking at the bartender in surprise.

  She never drinks alcohol. Who knew there were so many types of liquor.

  It's even hard to have a drink.

  The grievances in her heart grew bigger and bigger, she lowered her head, hiding the sadness at the bottom of her eyes. "Just call one," she bit her lip and said, "Cocktail... cocktail..."

  "Give her a glass of fruit wine."

  Her hesitant words had barely fallen when a calm but slightly cold voice came from behind her, making the decision for her.

  She was startled and looked back cautiously.

  A man in a black suit was standing behind her. His suit exuded an air of solemnity and stability.

  The man's face was calm and quiet, with a serious chill that seemed to emanate from it like the ghostly axe of the gods. His slightly dark blue eyes were as deep as the sea, and he gazed steadily at the cold creek, his expression unchanging as a mountain.

  Extremely three-dimensional facial features. The eyes are a deep blue color. The eye sockets are slightly sunken. The figure is tall and robust, with the handsome appearance of a Westerner.

  Leng Xi's pupils contracted slightly.

  It's him.

  The man who was with Tongyuan at the mall last time.

  "Alright, miss, just a moment. Your fruit wine will be ready soon." The bartender received the order and, with professionalism, shouted out loud before going to mix the drink. However, the last glance that fell on Leng Creek was one of regret. Such a beautiful girl shouldn't have come to a bar like this.

  Her whole body was radiating bright spots like beams of light, it's hard not to notice her as soon as she stepped in, looks like there's no way to escape unscathed.

  Leng Xi hastily withdrew her gaze, which was filled with some astonishment, from the man's body. She lowered her head and faced the bar. "Th...thank you..." Her heart began to beat nervously, and her fingers unconsciously clenched tightly.

  She just wants to come and drink. Just want to make herself forget about Ling Han. Doesn't want to meet anyone.

  "Taken advantage of by Ling Han, then ruthlessly discarded. The aftertaste must be unbearable. But you should know that drowning your sorrows in drink only leads to more worries." The man didn't directly respond to her words. A low and steady voice suddenly rang out.

  Leng Xi's heart skipped a beat. Who was he? How did he know her secret?

  She suddenly felt that the person standing beside her was terrifying. Although they had only met once, and were two complete strangers, he seemed to know everything about her.

  Even know what she is thinking.

  "Want to make Han Ling cold? Want to use his own way to deal with him? Just nod, and I can help you achieve it."

  Leng Xi suddenly raised his head and crashed into his deep, profound eyes that seemed to have no bottom, like a magical power that was devouring her willpower.

  Regret cold tomb.

  Use his own method to deal with him.

  He wants to hurt Ling Han.

  She quickly looked away. Her soft and gentle voice became firmer and colder. "No need, it's my business. I know what to do..." She wouldn't allow anyone to hurt Ling Han, let alone herself. She would never do anything that would wrong him.

  His chin was suddenly pinched by a force, and his head, which had been hanging down, was forced to lift up. His panicked eyes collided with those deep blue eyes. "Kiss me. Will you be sorry for him?" The moment the strong, cold words fell, Leng Xi's pupils dilated in shock. She hadn't even had time to dodge before that devilishly handsome face pressed against hers, her lips sealed by a fierce kiss.

  Kiss passionately and savagely. Breathe heavily and urgently.

  Leng Xi's eyes widened. A strange breath flowed between her nostrils. Her heart was frantically pounding. She pushed him anxiously. "Uh... let go..."

  She struggled, but his kiss grew more intense, giving her no chance to escape. Her body was tightly wrapped in his arms. She became tense and anxious. Her eyes, like an ancient spring, shone with a fierce light, like a small wild cat. She glared at him fiercely, shaking her head wildly, trying to shake off his scorching lips.

  In response to her disgust, Murong Xiaozi was furious. He not only didn't let go of her but instead punished her by biting down hard on her lips, holding onto that sweet and tender feeling.

  His chest heaved violently, his breathing rapid and labored. Cold Creek struggled to free himself, but those two small, wild eyes glared at him with hatred, emitting a sharp light that seemed to have an invisible claw grasping the man.

  At her appearance, Murong Xiaozi slightly curled up the corner of his lips, and his eyes were filled with interest. Ah, is this really her?

  Interesting.

  "Traitor."

  A furious shout came from the sky, and a gust of wind blew by. The tall figure stuck to Leng Creek's body was suddenly grabbed away by someone. A fierce fist swung over, bringing up a whirlwind in mid-air, rapidly heading towards Murong Shuang's face.

  But was easily grasped in the hand of Murong Xiaozi. Murong Xiaozi's face sank coldly, not fearing at all as he stared back at the man whose muscles were twitching with anger in front of him. "You're also here to intervene. How delightful."

  Leng Xi snapped out of his astonishment and saw a fierce confrontation unfolding before his eyes.

  Her heart felt a pang. "Baili Cheng." It was as if a bullied child had seen an adult who would stand up for them. Someone to protect her. She quickly hid behind Bai Yicheng's back, glaring fiercely at the man opposite her.

  "Hey, don't be afraid. I'll take care of this scum for you." He clenched his fist and kicked out with one leg. Mo Rong Xiao Zuo was on high alert, quickly retreating to avoid Bai Yi Cheng's kick.

  The whole bar was also stirred up by their commotion, with some people avoiding them and others gathering around to watch the excitement.

  Bai Yicheng is going to make a move again. Leng Xi is tense. She doesn't want others to fight for her sake. But what can she do?

  "Bai Yicheng, you'd better back off. I'm not in the mood to deal with you today." Mo Rong Xue's fists were clenched, her stance a mix of offense and defense. Her deep blue eyes were icy cold as she spoke in a low voice to Bai Yicheng, who was seething with indignation and agitation.

  "Thinking of taking advantage and then wanting to leave, where can you find such a cheap lunch?" Bai Yicheng jumped up, one leg quickly slid away, Mu Rong Xiaozi dodged and snatched it over.

  The scene fell into intense again.

  "What a fine public servant! Yet here he is, brawling with the plaintiff like some kind of thug."

  "It was you who reported the crime. Good. Now let me take care of this thug for you. Dare to move the woman I have my eyes on? You want to die?" Bai Yicheng shouted sternly, raising his fist to attack again.

  "Don't fight anymore."

  Waist was suddenly held by a pair of white lotus root-like hands, accompanied by the cry of a cold stream green bird. Bai Yicheng's body trembled and stopped all movements.

  He swallowed hard and gulped. Xi'er hugged him tightly.

  For the first time.

  "Brook, I'll protect you. Don't be afraid..."

  "Is that so? Who are you to her?" A chilly tone suddenly rose from the entrance of the bar, carrying a hint of evil and coldness.

  Leng Xi turned his head and saw the person coming. His heart skipped a beat.