Chapter 303: You Treat Him Like a Brother, But He Treats You Like His Woman

After she finished working on Mo Jingshen's head injuries, the cabin doors opened once more. Feng Ling was about to enter when she noticed that Mo Jingshen's black dress shirt had been tossed aside.

She paused in her movements before taking a decisive step back. She remained outside to say, "Mr. Mo, the officer in charge of the American Arms Force, Officer Entes, is looking for you."

Ji Nuan rushed to press him down. She did not wish for him to leave in his wounded state.

Mo Jingshen touched the hand she placed on his shoulder, patting it comfortingly. At the same time, he said, "I understand."

He glanced back at Ji Nuan: "Officer Entes and I are on friendly terms. He flew all the way from America to Cambodia this time not just to assist in the rescue. He must have something he wants. I'll go talk to him. You rest here and Let Feng Ling accompany you."

Ji Nuan's hand lifted off his shoulder. "Where will you be talking to him?"

"I won't be far away. The people in the camp have already been captured. This area is also surrounded by the members from the base and the police force. It's safe. We'll only be discussing papers; we won't be using knives or guns. I'll be back soon, en?" He pinched her cheek.

It hadn't been easy trying to pull him back to her side. Yet, only a moment later, there were more problems he needed to take care of personally.

Even though he was so heavily injured, he could not have any proper rest.

Ji Nuan was unwilling to let him leave, but there was no way she could stop him. She nodded her head. "All right."

Mo Jingshen picked up the black shirt stained with blood. Ji Nuan wanted to say that it was covered in blood, but after realizing that there was nothing else he could wear, she swallowed her words back.

Thankfully, his shirt was black. Those who did not know would not be able to notice the bloodstains.

Mo Jingshen carelessly buttoned the shirt. Aside from the slight stubble on his chin and his pale complexion, he did not appear different. He was covered in wounds, but he did not look like a sorry figure.

Comparatively, Ji Nuan's was an appalling sight in her white sarong.

Watching as the man walked out of the cabin, Ji Nuan followed. However, before she could even step out of the door, she was blocked by Feng Ling.

"Mrs. Mo, you should rest inside. Don't come out," Feng Ling said.

Ji Nuan's gaze flitted out. The paths she had frequented between the barracks were now covered in blood. Furthermore, there were still some gang members lying unmoving on the ground, covered in blood.

The nausea returned once more. She abruptly turned around and returned back to sit in the cabin.

It was truly unsuitable for her to leave.

As someone who had lived in a peaceful society within the country in Hai City, this was her first time facing this sort of unrest and desolation. Seeing the fresh blood and the various models of empty ammunition cases that littered the ground, she feared that she would experience up to two years of nightmares.

Feng Ling diligently guarded outside the door. A moment later, she spoke to the people outside and entered the cabin.

"You're not sleeping?" upon seeing Ji Nuan's wide-open eyes, Feng Ling asked.

"I fell asleep a few hours ago when the gunshot noises were still loud. I slept for several hours, so I'm not sleepy now." Ji Nuan leaned against the cabin wall, speaking with a sigh: "Feng Ling, for the past few days... it feels as though I've been watching a movie..."

Feng Ling chuckled lightly. "Will watching a movie leave your hand covered in wounds?"

"But I managed to live, didn't I? And Mo Jingshen is safe." Ji Nuan turned to look at her.

"That's true. In the past few years, as I carried out missions for the base, I experienced too many life and death situations. Above all, staying alive is indeed the most important. In between, no matter if it is a surprising experience or a peaceful life, they are fleeting like clouds. Perhaps it is as you say, after some things have passed, they are but a movie in our lives." Feng Ling smiled.

Ji Nuan glanced at her once more: "Passed? Is taking anti-pregnancy pills in T City something that can be considered over if you say so?"

"We'll pretend that that never happened." Feng Ling's immediately turned expressionless.

For the past few days, Ji Nuan did not dare to laugh. Now, she finally released a chuckle. She tilted her head to watch her. "I'm really curious about the sort of past you shared with Nan Heng. You were brothers in arms in the past. What about now?"

Feng Ling was expressionless. "We are still brothers in arms."

"Is that so?" Ji Nuan's lips curved. "Why do I feel that you treat him like a brother, but he treats you like his woman?"

"Mrs. Mo, your hand touched water earlier, didn't it?" Feng Ling suddenly glanced at her and stiffly changed the topic.

"En?" Ji Nuan watched as Feng Ling abruptly picked up the first aid kit.

"Why don't I disinfect your wounds once more?"

"...Forget it, it hurts." Ji Nuan kept her hands behind her back.

She felt that whenever Nan Heng was brought up, Feng Ling would lose her composure. She would even become irritable.

Forget it. It was better not to mess with Feng Ling's heart. Her own husband was being disobedient, refusing to stay and rest with her. She couldn't even control her own man, where would she find the energy to interfere with Feng Ling's business.

But speaking of which, if Mo Jingshen was akin to a deeply rooted ancient tree that was always able to protect her from the wind and the rain, perhaps Nan Heng could be compared to the wind. Not only was he similarly enigmatic, but he was also distant and difficult to touch. Based on Feng Ling's character, if they were to become serious, who knew how badly she would be bullied.

It was better for Feng Ling to remain by her side.

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Around two hours later, the sky turned dark. Feng Ling brought over some bread and water for Ji Nuan to keep the hunger away.

However, Ji Nuan could not stomach the food. Although the door was closed, she could still smell the stench of blood outside.

Furthermore, it had been days since Mo Jingshen had eaten or drank any water. It was likely that he still hasn't had any food; how could she possibly bring herself to eat?

Feng Ling saw that Ji Nuan was holding onto the bread but was instead staring at the bandages around her hand and understood that she needed some time to compose her heart. After all, the experiences from the past few days were undoubtedly difficult for her to forget.

Feng Ling did not say anything and stepped out of the plane. She headed out to check on the other men's wounds.

Finally, when the surrounding forest was filled with the unique, insect noises that signaled the arrival of the darkened skies, Mo Jingshen returned.

Mo Jingshen stepped into the cabin to see Ji Nuan holding onto the untouched bread and the unopened bottle of water. He asked, "Why didn't you eat?"

Hearing his voice, Ji Nuan abruptly came back to herself. She stood up and waved the things in her hands. "They're for you to have."

Mo Jingshen stared at her for half a beat before he slowly smiled. He approached and brought the little woman, whose expression was bright with anticipation at the thought of him eating, into his embrace: "I've already had water and some food in the afternoon. I'm not hungry now."

"But it's been days since you've had a proper meal. Will you be full with so little food? Can your body take it?" At the thought of how he did not eat or drink anything for the past few days, Ji Nuan felt pangs of pain in her heart. It was unbearable.