Chapter 1009 Stealing a Kiss in Sleep

Allen gave him a casual glance, his body tensed up.

An Mingji pursed his thin lips slightly, and frowned slightly.

After a long while, his faint majestic voice sounded: "Alan, you sent someone to investigate the situation in Kunlun Death Valley, and let me find out the inside."

"Yes, young master!" Allen immediately took the order.

An Mingji lowered his eyes, turned the domineering dragon pattern ring on his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Check carefully, there is something weird there."

Allen: "I will arrange for people to go there as soon as possible."

"Go and check the power of the dwarf Chinese who traded in Kunlun this time. If you find out, you don't need to report it, just tell Gu Dehao directly."

"Someone has been sent to investigate..."

...

After explaining the arrangements, An Mingji went back to his room to wash up.

The young man walked out of the bathroom wiping his half-wet hair, changed into clean and comfortable home clothes, and walked towards the bed in the bedroom naturally. Thinking of Gu Jin who had already returned to his room, he couldn't help but turn around and walk towards the door.

Gu Jin had already met Zhou Gong because of his exhaustion all day and night.

When her father found her, she was in his own home again, and she was in a deep sleep.

He didn't even know that An Mingji opened the door and walked in.

An Mingji sat by the bed, staring deeply at Gu Jin's finely carved face in his sleep.

Seeing that she was falling into a deep sleep, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned.

An Mingji, who had a panoramic view of the faint worry between her brows, couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

Ah Jin slept like a child, curled up, this was the subconscious reaction of her body, she was uneasy.

Even though Gu Dehao had found her back, her tense emotions were not appeased.

This is the true reflection of the fear of refraction.

Staring at the strand of black hair that fell on Gu Jin's face, An Mingji stretched out his hand to brush it away, and put it behind her ear.

His movements were gentle, with unknowing pity.

His elder sister Ah Jin has always been strong and low-key, but the protection of her loved ones in her bones made her instantly turn into a rose, beautiful and thorny, and anyone who touched her would be stabbed with blood.

Staring at the sleeping Gu Jin, An Mingji's eyes showed wanton tenderness and possessiveness.

Suddenly, he frowned.

In the illusion, his A Jin's complexion was pale, his eyes were closed, and his breathless appearance came into his mind.

Thinking of that scene, An Mingji felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

He will never allow this to happen!

An Mingji lowered his head, and gently kissed Gu Jin between his eyebrows.

The young man's exquisite face was covered with tenderness and pampering, and the corners of his lips raised an undetectable arc.

The eyes are even more intense, which makes people see the fear of possessiveness.

This is the truest side that he tried his best to cover up in the past, and did not dare to show in front of Gu Jin at all.

Gu Jin who was asleep was so obedient, so beautiful, so exciting.

In An Mingji's eyes, his whole heart turned into a puddle of warm water, making him want to drown in it.

"Ajin, I will never let anything happen to you." I will be with you forever.

A low, inaudible solemn promise sounded in the quiet room.

Gu Jin in his sleep had no way of knowing.

...

The filming crew of "For a Woman is Just".

Following an explosion, one of the heroines played by Maureen stood in front of the ruins full of mess and countless corpses.

Her dusty face was desolate, and tears kept falling from her eyes, making her no longer as beautiful as before, and it could even be said that she was in a state of embarrassment.

Of the three heroines in "Being a Woman, You Are Just", she is the only one who survived.

The sacrifice of the two sisters was in exchange for her survival and the secret order she carried on her body.

The war continues.

And she can't die yet, she bears the burden of the blood of countless sacrifices.