How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1908 Sweet Marriage Chapter 469 And she was still in front of him, but he moved on.

The moonlight was dim outside the window, and she could faintly see the lush and verdant scene in the yard. Only then did she suddenly realize that spring had arrived.

A dull thud came through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it was not so clear to the ears.

She frowned in doubt, still wondering if she had an auditory hallucination, but the man beside her who was sleeping a second ago seemed to be awakened suddenly and jumped up.

She just propped up her upper body, before she could ask a question, she turned her head, but she only had time to see the wide open bedroom door, and the faint sound of hurried footsteps coming from outside.

Half a minute later, there was another dull thud.

She stayed there for a while, and then she reacted slowly, opened the quilt and got out of bed, and went downstairs without even putting on her coat.

Walking through a thin long corridor, one could see two figures lying down and kneeling in the gazebo under the silver-white moonlight from a distance.

Lin Wanqing was still wearing that pink-blue knee-length dress, she probably drowned, and now she was lying on the ground motionless with her eyes closed.

Nan Mubai was drenched all over, and the ends of his short hair were still dripping with water one drop after another. He folded his hands and kept pressing Lin Wanqing's chest, bending over to help her do artificial respiration from time to time.

The night was so quiet, so quiet that she could hear the man's rapid and heavy breathing from such a long distance.

Are you afraid?

Afraid that Lin Wanqing would die right away, that he would lose his love like his elder brother, and end up depressed and lonely?

She really wanted to go forward and call him, but her throat was inexplicably dry and aching, so painful that she couldn't even utter a single syllable.

It seemed to be back to the day when it was snowing heavily, Lin Wanqing was also wearing such a thin skirt, sitting in the ice and snow, breaking down and beating the man's shoulder.

She asked him desperately and sadly, why his elder brother can't even forget a dead woman until now, but she is still in front of his eyes, but he is empathetic.

Perhaps, unknowingly, she has really become a third party.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a painful coughing sound, and Lin Wanqing turned her head to the side, spitting out a few mouthfuls of water while coughing.

The drenched man next to her seemed to be heaving a sigh of relief. After a while, he hugged her upper body and helped her up. I don't know if it was too cold or too scared, but his deep and gloomy voice was a little unsteady : "Are you crazy?! Have you really lived enough?"

Lin Wanqing didn't seem to have calmed down yet, she didn't say a word, she just hugged his waist tightly and buried her head deeply in his chest.

Under the moonlight, one could vaguely see her trembling shoulders, weak and pitiful.

The night in early spring still carried a biting chill, not to mention the two had just come out of the lake.

The man didn't say any more, Da Heng picked up the woman in his arms and strode towards Dongyuan.

After a long time, Hao Xiaoman would occasionally think of this night, the cold moonlight, the cold night wind, the sparkling lake water, and the young men and women who hugged each other tightly.

Sometimes it is still difficult for her to understand how a man who has stayed up for three days and two nights in a row can hear that voice that is so vague that even when she is awake, she can hardly distinguish it.

Moreover, the person who fell into the water was judged almost instantly, and she was rescued as quickly as possible.

In such a dark night, in such a deep and large lake, unless Lin Wanqing was still struggling violently, he would not have found her so accurately and quickly and fished her ashore.

(End of this chapter)