The night is bold.

The senses, touch, and smell are all amplified countless times.

Qiao Muyuan closed her eyes and kissed Ji Changmu. He had an aura that she liked about him. Even though he was in the dust, he was still the person she liked.

At some point, Ji Changmu turned around and grabbed the back of her head and pressed her to the ground. She lost control of her emotions.

It was still noisy outside, but there were only two of them in this tall abandoned church, and everything outside had nothing to do with them.

Qiao Muyuan used her fingers to loosen the buttons of his coat. She was panting and her heartbeat was erratic. She touched the buttons of his shirt randomly, but only unbuttoned the top few. In the dark night, sensibility prevailed.

There is no heating here and it is very cold, but Qiao Muyuan is very hot.

Ji Changmu's self-control, which he had always been proud of, also collapsed. In the darkness, the sound of Qiao Muyuan's down jacket being unzipped was amplified countless times, and he threw the clothes aside.

Woolen skirts also fell and sweaters were pushed up.

Screams can still be heard outside. Obviously everything is inextricably related to them, but at this moment, they don't want to establish the slightest relationship with the outside world.

Ji Changmu's kiss fell from her lips to her body.

The clear moonlight passes through the dusty glazed windows of the century-old church. The colorful windows leak in the moonlight, and the messy utensils also tell the story of the century-old time, and the traces of time are mixed in the whispers.

Qiao Muyuan hugged him.

But after more than ten minutes, he stopped all his movements, and the emotion in his eyes faded little by little. He helped her get dressed, and said with restraint and restraint, "I'm sorry."

He also put on his coat.

The two sat side by side, and no one could see each other's expressions, but Qiao Muyuan remained silent sadly, lowering his head and saying nothing.

"There won't be a next time." He promised hoarsely.

Today he was too out of control, but fortunately, it didn't lead to any mistakes.

The little girl buried her head in her knees. After all, he still... didn't like her. If it were any normal man, he wouldn't be able to stop.

In the darkness, there was silence.

Qiao Muyuan sat on the ground hugging his knees and no longer leaned against Ji Changmu. There was half an arm's distance between them.

Ji Changmu closed his eyes tiredly, without saying a word, and leaned against the wall beside the fireplace, silent.

I don't know how long it took, but Ji Changmu's cell phone broke the silence and his driver called.

"President, where are you now? The demonstrators have basically dispersed. I will pick you up."

Ji Changmu reported the address of the church, and the driver nodded: "Okay, I understand. Everyone over there has dispersed, and there will be no more danger."

"Um."

When the driver came, the road was already clear, because the demonstrators had agreed to start again at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, so today's part was considered over.

The driver found them with a flashlight. When he saw the president and the little girl named Qiao, the driver was dazed for a moment. They sat separately and seemed to have no communication. Did they hide like this for a whole day?

Ji Changmu stood up. The injury on his leg was not serious. When he stood up, he extended his hand to Qiao Muyuan.

Qiao Muyuan's legs were numb, he stood up unsteadily, and left with his driver.

After getting in the car, Ji Changmu covered her with a blanket: "Is it cold?"

"Not cold."

"Take you to eat."

"No, just drop me off at the door of the convenience store."

"good."
Chapter completed!