sjar Chapter 572 Time Bomb
Chapter 572 Time Bomb
The light outside the window gradually brightened, and the gauze curtains were stirred by the morning breeze, casting swaying, gentle shadows on the ground.
The air in the room seemed to become thick and slow, and time seemed to sink and flow along with it.
"Baby, I know many people love you, and they all love you, but I don't care. As long as you love me, I will always follow you. Even without a formal title, I will stay with you. I won't leave you, no... umm, I won't..."
Bai Yisha trembled slightly in his arms.
The tremor didn't seem to be from pain, but rather like some kind of resonance deeply rooted in one's flesh and blood—
It was as if every inch of her skin and every breath she took was silently responding to his approach.
Bai Yisha lowered her hands, cupped his face, and admired his handsome face, so fragile yet beautiful.
Such a beautiful person, she was actually hers.
Song Yumi looked at her carefully in the dim light.
Her eyelashes were wet and clumped together, and there was a faint blush under her eyes. Her lips were pursed, but no longer because of restraint.
"Baby?" he whispered, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek.
Bai Yisha tilted her head slightly and pressed her burning cheek against his warm palm, like a cat that had finally found its home.
This subtle gesture struck Song Yumi's heart more directly than any words.
"Who said you don't have a title? You do."
Bai Yisha muttered something.
She had already included him in her list of husbands long ago.
It has to be said that the author of that novel about 108 husbands did a great job, successfully brainwashing Bai Yisha.
The emotions surging in Song Yumi's chest were almost overflowing—it was pity, it was palpitation, it was a kind of overwhelming sense of belonging that he had not yet dared to name.
He hugged her tightly again, this time without impatience or testing the waters.
His palm rested on her back, slowly and soothingly stroking it, his fingertips tracing her slightly arched spine, vertebra by vertebra, as if caressing some precious musical instrument.
Bai Yisha suddenly raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.
Her fingers were weak, just loosely resting, yet they carried a complete sense of dependence.
This hug became the final opportunity.
Song Yumi closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her scent mingled with that exotic fragrance in the air, sweet yet deadly.
He let himself sink into the warm sea.
He let the waves engulf him.
And it completely surrounded her.
All the sounds faded away.
Only their breaths mingled and their heartbeats overlapped.
......
Bai Yisha's consciousness fluctuated, sometimes so clear that she could hear the birdsong rising outside the window, and sometimes so blurry that only a blank warmth remained.
Song Yumi took her to take another bath.
He rinsed his mouth and washed her face as well.
That night, countless times, plus the times with Lu Mingxing.
Bai Yisha is truly broken now.
Song Yumi carried her back to bed, her fingers tracing patterns on her face.
At one point, she suddenly let out a soft hum.
The voice was so soft and sticky that even she was taken aback when she heard it.
Song Yumi obviously heard it too; he stopped moving and looked up at her.
Eyes facing each other.
No one spoke.
The morning light shifted another inch, falling on her loose black hair, gilding it with a layer of fluffy gold.
Song Yumi reached out and gently brushed that strand of hair behind her ear, her fingertips lingering on her burning earlobe.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
The kiss was light, tentative, as if asking for final permission.
Bai Yisha didn't flinch. She even tilted her head slightly and responded softly.
"What should I do, baby? I still want to..."
Bai Yisha hesitated for a second, then nodded almost imperceptibly.
Song Yumi tightened his arms, holding her firmly in his embrace, and deepened the kiss.
Bai Yisha whimpered, running her fingers through his short hair.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Yumi finally stepped back a little.
Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling in a disordered mingling.
He looked at her swollen lips, her dazed eyes, and the way she leaned on him with complete trust, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.
“…Baby,” his voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, “I’m so happy.”
The last wisp of morning mist was dispelled by the sunlight, and the room was fully illuminated.
Bai Yisha also fell into a deep sleep.
Song Yumi wrapped one arm around Bai Yisha's waist and played with her shiny black hair with the other, but her eyes never left her for even a second.
While things were peaceful here, things were in complete chaos over there.
After settling Grandma He and Bai Yuman in, He Zhizhou went to restrain the three madmen. He finally managed to use Lu Mingxing to restrain Cheng Wangxun, but Song Yumi disappeared without a trace.
He had a terrible headache.
These two are all troublesome, they just cause more problems!
Cheng Wangxun rushed out, but Song Yumi ran even faster.
He Zhizhou sighed, rubbed the flesh between his brows, forcefully suppressed his irritation, turned around to find Sang Biao, arranged for a doctor to treat Ji Jiaxu and Jiang Fan's wounds, and then sent them directly to prison.
No sooner had this matter been settled than another of Sang Biao's bodyguard teams called, saying that after Bai Yisha was taken away by Lu Mingxing, Xi Yanchen took Bai Hualin back to the villa. No sooner had they left than Mu Shijin drove his car and hit a rich young man named Ming Kai, sending him to the hospital.
Mu Shijin has been detained.
He Zhizhou: "......"
"Why would he hit a rich kid for no reason?!"
He really didn't want to get involved with Mu Shijin, but he had no choice, since the drug Bai Yisha was given was something he, this genius, had created.
The bodyguard stammered, unsure of what to say.
He was there at the time. Mu Shijin was all smiles and behaving very well just a second ago, but the next second he jumped into the sports car and slammed on the gas.
Mingkai was a bit slow to react, but some of his playboy friends reacted quickly and pulled him back, but he still managed to fly away.
Terrifying!!!
This is a suicide mission!
Good heavens, how could such a dangerous bomb be around Miss Bai?!
Mu Shijin had a cigarette dangling from his mouth at the time, puffing out smoke and smiling so sweetly. He didn't look like the one who caused the accident at all; he was just a rebellious teenager from next door.
Who would have thought he would commit murder?
He even casually said something to Mingkai...
"Want her dead? Too bad, only I can kill her. Who do you think you are?"
After the bodyguard relayed the exact words to He Zhizhou, He Zhizhou remained silent for two seconds.
A rare hint of displeasure appeared on his usually cool and handsome face.
He still didn't know Mu Shijin's background.
There was nothing he could do. After giving his instructions, he grabbed his coat and went to the police station to bail the man out. Before leaving, he told Aunt Wu, Uncle Zhang, and the others to treat Bai Hualin and the others well when they returned.
Three or four hours later, He Zhizhou returned with Mu Shijin and encountered Cheng Wangxun, who had returned in a rage. Before he could even ask a question, he saw Lu Mingxing rushing back.