The helicopter landed steadily on the lawn.
"Master Xuanye, we've arrived!" His subordinate didn't dare to turn his head, gave a reminder, and very sensibly retreated.
Gu Xuanye couldn't just carry Mo Qiansu out of the vehicle like this. He looked at the woman in his arms and "threatened" viciously, "Mo Qiansu, I'm going to count to three, and if you don't take your hands off me, I'll throw you out of the helicopter!!!"
"One!"
"Two!!"
"Three..." Before he could finish, the woman in his arms suddenly sprang up and sealed his lips with hers.
Although Mo Qiansu was practically unconscious, driven only by instinct, her subconscious knew that the man before her was the one she loved most, the most familiar, the one she missed the most. His addictive scent had an even more potent enticement than the drugs in her system.
And so, at this moment, she was so uninhibited.
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An hour later.
