The female supporting role is crazy about the male lead

An Shijing stopped what he was doing, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "How could that be?"

Xia Ran sat down directly on the unmade bed, "So what do you mean by ignoring me since I mentioned Wen Yuner?"

"If you don't have feelings for her, then you have a problem with me."

Yes, she admitted, she was unreasonable.

The woman had a plain face, but her peach blossom eyes were always quiet and gentle.

And now, there was a thin layer of anger in these beautiful eyes because of him, sparkling in the darkness.

It's really beautiful.

An Shijing couldn't help but feel secretly happy that she was actually jealous of Wen Yuner.

He picked up Xia Ran and sat on the stone bed, saying with a smile, "My bed is not made yet, it will dirty your clothes."

She talked to him about women, and he talked to her about making the bed?

A surge of anger rose from her chest, and she pulled away the man's big hand on her waist, "An Shijing, you... um."

An Shijing chose to prove directly with his actions that he had neither feelings for Wen Yuner nor any opinions towards her.

Although the two have been together recently, they have never been able to relax because of Qiao Lang, and they haven't had a good time together for a long time.

Now that this door has been opened, the memory of the intimate scenes of the past has come back to him, and when he thinks about tomorrow when their life or death is still uncertain, the man can no longer control his emotions.

Even though there was war and wailing everywhere in the past, the night sky of Sri Lanka today is dotted with stars. They are scattered in the blue velvet sky, quietly emitting light.

Xia Ran was lying on this hard stone bed. From her perspective, she could see two stars squeezed inside the gap in the roof.

She inserted her hair into the man's neck, her breath a little unsteady, "You...didn't you say that your bed is not made yet?"

The man's lips moved up to her ear again, and he kissed the woman's round earlobe carefully, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wait a minute, there's no rush."

After saying that, he lightly bit the tender flesh in his mouth. The woman let out a soft moan, and he couldn't bear it anymore and tried to cover her mouth.

After a long time, the two stars on the roof hid in the clouds because they were shy.

Xia Ran felt that things were getting out of control if they continued to develop, so she quickly pushed the man's shoulder and said, "Shi Jing, that's enough, that's enough."

The man returned to her neck and took one more deep breath on the delicate skin beneath him before stopping.

His body fell straight down, pressing heavily on the woman, with his head buried in her shoulders.

The chest that rose and fell rapidly due to breathing squeezed the air in Xia Ran's chest. She had difficulty breathing under the weight of this big man who was over 1.80 meters tall, but she didn't dare to move and could only wait for the man to calm down first.

An Shijing smelled the scent of the woman and slowly calmed down. He turned over and lay on his back next to the woman before speaking.

"Wen Yuner, I have no feelings for her, but I feel guilty about it. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have died, and Qiao Lang wouldn't have become like this."

Even though he himself didn't want to see that happen, the fact was that she saved him with her own life.

Even if it was a stranger, he would never forget or ignore this kind of kindness.

Not to mention, there is such a complicated relationship with Qiao Lang between him and her.

Therefore, the plan that Ranran talked about today is indeed the most feasible plan they can think of at the moment, and the one that may cause the least harm. However, he always feels uncomfortable using the deceased Wen Yuner.

"Shi Jing," the woman put her hand on his chest, "Since you feel guilty about using Wen Yuner, then ask her what she thinks."

Hmm? An Shijing was a little confused.

"If you were Wen Yuner now, and the land she loved became like this because of her boyfriend, and her boyfriend was still unrepentant and even kept hurting others, would you agree to my plan?"

The woman's voice was soft but firm.

An Shijing looked quietly at the boundless night sky above his head and did not speak for a long time.

It wasn't until the woman couldn't help but pinch him that he hugged her and said, "I understand. I'll go downstairs and make the bed for you."

Expression of relief.

After making the bed, the two men lay down again, neither of them feeling sleepy. An Shijing talked to Xia Ran for a long time about his experience as a volunteer in Sri Lanka.

Xia Ran gradually fell asleep as the man spoke gently and softly.

An Shijing felt the long breath of the woman in his arms and kissed the top of her head.

Thank you, Ranran.

The next morning, the seven people reunited and couldn't help laughing when they saw the huge dark circles under everyone's eyes.

The originally tense atmosphere eased a little.

After everyone had laughed enough, Lao Liu spoke.

"Everyone, we are about to officially start our plan."

Old Liu first turned to look at the woman with short black hair standing next to him, "Wen Jing, have you contacted the government troops and our people?"

Wen Jing held the communication device and nodded, "There is no problem on my side. Our people have come here secretly from Alatu. The government troops have ambushed near the target area."

"Okay," Lao Liu nodded, and looked at the two tall soldiers, "Lao A and Mantou, are you both equipped?"

"I'm well equipped," Old A replied, "You can trust Mantou's shooting skills."

Before Lao Liu could continue to ask, the medical nurse Ah Qing answered first: "I have already prepared the necessary first aid supplies."

"Well," Lao Liu lowered his voice, "it's up to Mr. An now."

Mr. An's side is the most important and also the most dangerous.

"We are ready too."

It's the last step now, and he and Qiao Lang must settle the debt between them, whether it's life or death.

A five-story building on the other side.

Still in that study.

Qiao Lang was sitting on the sofa, holding a photo frame in his hand, which showed a man and a woman.

The background of the photo is also Slankathy, which was Slankathy before the war and had not been damaged.

Qiao Lang and Wen Yuner had just arrived in this land, and they were in love at that time.

The man's hands kept caressing the woman with a bright smile in the photo. His heart had long been numbed by the pain and he could no longer feel the deep love they once had for each other. Now he was filled only with tremendous hatred for An Shijing, the person who caused all this.

Qiao Lang held the photo frame tightly against his chest. Yoona, I will come to find you after I kill An Shijing, okay?

"Lang!" The black man ran in hurriedly with a cell phone in his hand, looking panicked.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Lang frowned.

The black man handed the phone to the man and said, "Someone sent us this video. The location is, it's Bittu Village."

Without him telling her, how could Qiao Lang not tell that this was Bittu Village?

The man in the video stood in front of a small stone tablet, with a shovel in his hand stuck in the ground. He didn't do anything, but left a message, "Qiao Lang, come to me alone at 15: pm, next to Yoona's grave. We should settle our accounts."

The man's smile was provocative.

"Bang" the phone in Qiao Lang's hand fell heavily to the ground.