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Eleven reached Palermo in the evening, and Big Boss Mo personally came out to receive her. Once she got off the plane, he hugged her extremely tightly to the point her elbows were somewhat aching.

When he felt her hand, it was chilly. Palermo, at this time of the year, was somewhat cool at night. One wondered how long he had waited, and Eleven, thinking of that, did not push Big Boss Mo away and instead allowed him to hug her tightly.

What took you so long? Mo Ye only gently pulled away after a while. Worry filled his eyes, and he felt his heart tense. She should have reached over an hour earlier but ended up arriving much later than expected. He had checked the weather and it was extremely good, so she should not have met with any problem. He was really worried and nervous while he anticipated the arrival of her plane.

If she flew the plane alone and encountered some problems, she would be in a tight spot.

I took the wrong flight path, Eleven said stiflingly. She was too tired and took the wrong flight path by mistake for half an hour before turning back. It was Such a mistake was undoubtedly stifling.

She had been chased by Kahn for so many days. She rushed back to Muscat overnight and boarded the plane before she could rest. Even her body, which was nigh tough, was unable to endure the strain. Besides, her body was not quite in good shape and she became tired easily. To be able to land safely was already a blessing.

Mo Ye missed her so much that he cupped her and suddenly kissed her lips hard. He wrapped his hand around her slender waist and savored her goodness almost greedily.

Following Ye Weis injury, he missed her to the point his heart ached. His heart which ached for her was never at ease, and his heart, after seeing her in one piece, was finally at ease.

He kissed her so hard she did not know how to respond. She, out of fatigue, went with the flow and allowed Mo Ye to kiss her for as long as he wanted.

It was only after a while that he let go of the lips that had become reddened from his kissing before pecking on them. He kissed her forehead and looked down. The tips of their noses touched each other. He hoarsely asked, Do you miss me?

Despite her red face, Eleven still honestly replied. I am worried about Ye Wei.

She had almost no time to miss Mo Ye. She wished she could grow another pair of hands that would protect Ye Wei well. She did not have any time to indulge in decadent thoughts.

Youre so honest to the point you cant even lie to make someone happy. Mo Ye pinched her cheek. This girlfriend of his was so negligent, but they could be considered to be passionately in love with each other regardless.

How could she not have the slightest semblance of being passionately in love, though? Big Boss Mo was extremely hurt.

Mo Ye, how is Wei Wei? Where is she? Eleven, although tired, was still very concerned about Ye Wei. Didnt she and Mo Jue return? I want to see her. Where are they?

Eleven Mo Ye called her adoringly, looked deeply into her eyes, and said, Who exactly is your boyfriend? Is it Ye Wei or me? The first thing you asked me when we met is her. I am freaking jealous.

Shes hurt, and I am really worried about her. Since you are all okay, why should I even ask? Eleven was baffled.

I am hurt too. Mo Ye sighed.

Eleven looked at him all around with a stifling gaze, looking a little panicked. Where were you hurt?

Mo Ye sighed at how this little idiot was really stupid.

My heart is wounded. You do not show the slightest concern for me, Mo Ye said before planting his lips on hers, kissing her hard in revenge. It was as though doing that was the only way to be certain that she belonged to him.

He could finally somehow understand Mo Jues urgent concerns for Ye Wei and how much Mo Jue wished Ye Wei would put him above all. When he saw Eleven talk about Ye Wei all the time, he suddenly felt that he and his brother were nothing short of tragic.

He really felt too small.

Eleven frowned, unable to keep up with such a slippery Big Boss Mo, and decided to simply not speak. Big Boss Mo, seeing how bad she looked, hugged her and said, Go back and rest first. Ill tell you about her when you are in better spirits, okay? She is currently very safe, and nothing has happened to her.

Really?

I can vouch for that with my character. Mo Ye gave two thumbs-up to elevate his impressive character.

Eleven, however, did not quite seem to buy it. Do you have that?

Eleven, is this how you talk about your boyfriend? Mo Ye seemed pretty aggrieved and a smile broke across Elevens face. He knew that she was joking and reached out to tickle Eleven, who dodged over ten meters away.

Big Boss Mo felt extremely defeated.

It seemed like teasing required skill and speed. He did not expect her to leap so far before he could even touch her clothes.

The man looked at her with a slight grudge. Eleven suddenly realized that she seemed to be somewhat bullying him out of ability and was a little embarrassed. She changed the topic and said, I am really tired. Do you still want to enjoy the cold air at the airport?

Mo Ye wiped away the slight indignation in his eyes and led her to his car. Eleven had yet to book a room, and she randomly said the name of a hotel as she was not too unfamiliar with Palermo. Said hotel happened to be near the headquarters of the Mafia. Mo Ye broke into a gentle smile and raised his eyebrows. He really wanted to talk to her so that the journey would not be boring, but Eleven was so tired that she leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes.

She only lazily acknowledged him a few times before going completely silent. She had fallen asleep.

Mo Ye rejoiced at how she really believed him enough to dare to fall into a slumber next to him. With that knowledge, he could not help but feel extremely elated. He had once hurt her, but he now hoped that she would be safe and sound so that he would have an opportunity to care for her for the rest of her life.

It was not gratitude, and neither was it out of guilt. He truly loved her.

His love for her ran so deep he was willing to give her his all, his life included. He never had as strong a feeling for her even though he fell in love with her five years ago.

It was his hurting her that deepened his feelings for her, and it was her forgiveness that made him fall in love with her. To him, she was an unrefined yet extremely eminent pearl that became even more beautiful with each additional look.

He fell in love with her from the outside to the inside.

The car traveled along the road and entered the city. There were few people and cars at night. He took a good look at her as she slept and almost forgot to drive. It seemed as though his heart, which stirred for her, would set the tone for their love until the end of time.

She seemed so beautiful under the moonlight, which poured onto her face as she gently breathed. He gently stroked her face and suddenly smiled.

This was so good!