Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 462 - 192: Love in the Face of Death (Part 3)
Pello walked not too fast, first surveying the basic topography, then heading downwards.
When he reached a common fork, he stopped.
Under normal circumstances, one should head towards the foot of the mountain, but carrying someone like Hang Yishao, he probably had no energy left when reaching this point.
Pello retraced a few steps and noticed signs of collapsed but restabilized bracken to the left of the mountain path. All the dew on top had been trampled off, and some soil stuck to it.
"Can’t run anymore?" Pello faintly smiled, removed the safety catch from his gun, and stepped into the mountain ferns about 20 centimeters tall.
In the mountains of Mo City, there were many such ferns, drying up in winter and vigorously growing in spring. These ferns had clearly just started to grow recently.
The soft red tips still had fine hairs, brushing against Pello’s trousers, making a rustling sound, like crickets being muted.
Hang Yishao indeed couldn’t go on; it had been half a day since he was knocked out and taken away by Shang Yin, without a single drop of water, and now deep into the night, the temperature in the mountains and having Su Ziceng in his arms exhausted his energy even more severely.
"They probably can’t find this place," Hang Yishao found a clean spot to sit down. He and Su Ziceng had no experience in escaping; hiding amidst the forest or thick ferns seemed safer at this moment.
Right now, they were on a flat area on the mountain slope, with their figures completely exposed under the starlight.
Su Ziceng also felt the trembling hands that held her. Just after sitting down, she wanted to stand, but Hang Yishao’s hands surprisingly found the strength, and he doggedly refused to let her go.
Her legs still aching, Su Ziceng tried several times, but feeling Hang Yishao’s clenched grasp, she had to give up.
Thinking he’d escaped danger, Hang Yishao resumed being that carefree young man, smiling triumphantly, his teeth gleaming brightly.
"Ziceng, you still like me,"if not, why else would she be so nervous about him, even coming alone with a gun?
Along the way, from the path to here, he could hear Su Ziceng’s faint breathing and the pleasant feeling of her obediently curling up in his arms. If not for his body giving out, he truly wanted to continue holding her this way.
"Yishao," Su Ziceng furrowed her brow, intending to scold him - they were still not out of danger, and yet he was already showing off.
The reprimand, which should have been forceful, turned weak after a night of ordeal. To Hang Yishao’s ears, it sounded like the tender reproach of a lover. He laughed even harder, his voice echoing around the mountain belly.
Su Ziceng, seeing him still daring to laugh, quickly struggled and covered his mouth. Her palm touched Hang Yishao’s soft lips.
In the graveyard, her palm was lightly sucked, pressing against Hang Yishao’s lips, a moist and itchy sensation spreading from her palm. Su Ziceng dared not make a sound, hastily pulling her hand back.
Her other hand was held by Hang Yishao, and just as she was about to struggle, her feet were pinned down by Hang Yishao’s leaning waist.
On the clearing, their bodies entwined. Morning Star hid behind the clouds, with everything quietly serene around.
Not far away, a pair of eyes gleamed with the light of a wild beast.
"Su Ziceng," Pello muttered Su Ziceng’s name in his heart, ten, twenty times, his heart feeling numb.
It really was Su Ziceng, this damned woman. At this moment, Pello did not want to know how Su Ziceng had found out Hang Yishao was kidnapped to Lancang Mountain.
He just wanted to know, why would this woman who kept saying she loved him, be so close with Hang Yishao. He ignored Su Ziceng’s struggling legs and the hands she was trying to pull free.
"Yishao." Su Ziceng was at a loss, her hand bearing the lingering juice and warmth from Hang Yishao’s kiss.
"Ziceng, marry me," Hang Yishao pulled out the Yellow Love, staring at the blushing Su Ziceng with only tenderness in his eyes, finally able to propose under the beautiful starry sky, to the person he loved most. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
The gun was raised, Pello watched Anxiously not far from Su Ziceng, seemingly close, yet appeared far away. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)
