Rose of Heaven

141-142

Here, the world seems to be still.
Lin Jingmo leaned against the wall, trying to hear some sound, but all she got in response was endless silence.
She finally understood why some people would go crazy even if they were locked in a small dark room with food and drink. When people's hearing and vision are deprived, the hopelessness and depression of falling into a black hole can easily break down their psychological defenses.
She sat back, and they each drank two sips of the water in the bottle, both very restrained.
The only good thing might be that without water intake, she still doesn't want to urinate, saving a little trouble.
Cheng Yaosi's fever hasn't subsided yet, but his physical fitness is strong. His head is broken, and he resists the high fever, without food or drink, and looks a little more energetic than Lin Jingmo.
Lin Jingmo secretly sighed in admiration and decided to put weightlifting on the agenda after returning home.
She was thinking about all kinds of things in her mind, all of which were to resist the increasingly arrogant hunger in her stomach. She curled up on one side with her stomach, and after a while, the space lit up, and it was Cheng Yaosi who turned on his mobile phone.
He leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette box. Lin Jingmo thought, is this guy going to smoke here?
But he took out the cigarette and tore off the outer layer of cigarette paper, twisted out a little tobacco and handed it to Lin Jingmo.
Lin Jingmo looked at him and reached out to take it. He knew what he meant, but still wondered, can this thing be eaten?
"It won't kill you, try it."
After he said that, he put a little into his mouth and chewed it carefully.
Lin Jingmo thought so too. At most, it was just dried grass. What could go wrong?
She took a sip of the tobacco on her fingertips, and the bitter taste spread in her mouth. Maybe it was because she was very hungry, but she didn't find the taste unbearable.
There was even a hint of minty sweetness. The faint sweetness made Lin Jingmo's whole chest tremble.
She glanced at Cheng Yaosi, and he happened to look over. Lin Jingmo abruptly shifted her gaze. Cheng Yaosi spat out the tobacco residue in his mouth and said lightly: "Whatever you want to say, say it."
Lin Jingmo felt that she should still be a lackey, and said carefully: "I just didn't expect that someone like you who lives a life of luxury can endure hardships."
He smiled, "Who said that people who live a life of luxury can't endure hardships. You are beautiful, but you are stupid."
Lin Jingmo subconsciously retorted: "These are two different things."
After she finished the last word, she pieced together the meaning of his last sentence in her mind. For a moment, she was more surprised than happy. When she looked at Cheng Yaosi again, his face was hidden in the dimness and his expression could not be distinguished.
A strange atmosphere began to flow in the space, but it was soon broken.
The second earthquake came without warning.
The moment the shaking began, Lin Jingmo jumped up in response and almost hit her head.
Cheng Yaosi was also horrified. This space was supported by only a collapsed wall and a huge beam. Any big movement would bury him and Lin Jingmo underneath. Unlike the first time, they had no chance of survival this time.
He embraced Lin Jingmo and quickly found a thick wood to support their heads. He closed his eyes and waited for the shaking to pass.
Lin Jingmo hugged him tightly, with her head buried deep in his arms, like an ostrich facing the falling nebula and the collapse of the world with only a pile of sand left, unwilling to leave the sand.
This man became her only source of security.
Cheng Yaosi felt Lin Jingmo's trembling. He didn't have too much despair and fear in his heart, but just boundless emptiness, as if walking on the edge of the universe, being torn by light years and his thoughts became blurred and confused. The biggest connection with reality was the trembling girl in his arms.
During the shaking, dust mixed with wood chips and small stones fell. Five seconds, or even less, everything returned to calm.
When Lin Jingmo opened her  eyes, she realized that she had been holding her breath.
Survived the disaster.
With tears in her eyes, she took a deep breath, and her nose was full of the smell of Cheng Yaosi.
But she didn't feel repulsed or anything, instead she felt a little fortunate.
Cheng Yaosi relaxed her a little, and looked around with a flashlight. Lin Jingmo didn't look at her, but just from his solemn expression, she knew that the situation was probably not good. She was shocked
, and the joy and excitement just now disappeared. She turned her head, and she could see the changes in the small place at a glance.
It's narrower here than before. Originally, Cheng Yaosi could barely lie down, but now, he can only sit, and the ceiling, which was not high, has become much lower.
The further compressed space brings a more closed and suffocating feeling.
The two just realized that they had overlooked a problem. Even if they don't consider eating and drinking, they may not be able to wait for rescue.
This place may collapse at any time.
Lin Jingmo clenched the fabric of his suit in her hand. Fear and frustration came over her belatedly. She couldn't help but look at Cheng Yaosi. Except for a little fatigue on his face, he was completely calm and composed, as if nothing could shake him.
Lin Jingmo whispered, "Aren't you afraid?"
Cheng Yaosi glanced at her, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of death? No, I'm not. The process will be a bit difficult."
Lin Jingmo really admired him, but Cheng Yaosi seemed to see what she was thinking, "At your age, your mentality is already very good."
It was rare to hear him say a positive comment.
Lin Jingmo didn't let go of his arm, and Cheng Yaosi didn't push her away. Perhaps, extreme environments always give rise to different things and emotions. The two sat side by side. Lin Jingmo said, "I'll hug you. You don't mind, do you?"
The other party didn't say anything, which meant tacit consent.
As she said, Lin Jingmo was very good at pushing her  arm and put his arm around her back and half embraced him, and he didn't stop her .
Feeling the warmth coming from behind, Lin Jingmo's panic and suffocation finally found a small outlet.
Compared with the desperate situation in front of her, what really grabbed her mind and made her afraid to face it was the bottom of the cliff ten years ago.
Her legs were crushed and she fell under the car seat. Her abdomen was pierced by the iron sheet and almost bled dry. In the darkness, the broken lights were shrouded in mist. She could only see her parents' bloody hands, right in front of her, just a few centimeters away, but she couldn't hold them. The cold wind at the bottom of the cliff blew through her body, and she just kept her eyes open until death took her away.
Darkness, coldness, and the death that would come at an unknown time.
It was like yesterday again.
The biggest difference came from a man she originally hated.
His embrace was warm, a warmth that was within reach.
Lin Jingmo leaned on his shoulder and thought, he was not as fearless as he looked, so he let himself go. His hand was not just on her waist, but on her waist.
The large palm, if stretched out, could probably cover half of her back.
Lin Jingmo turned on her phone. Now twenty hours have passed.
She said listlessly, "Mr. Cheng, were you too harsh on your subordinates when you were a boss?"
Cheng Yaosi said, "What do you mean?"
"It seems to me that they don't want to rescue you quickly."
Logically, a big shot like him should have a lot of people worried about his whereabouts, but after so long, there is no movement outside.
"Taking advantage of the opportunity to avenge personal grudges?"
She pretended to be a conspiracy theory, but in fact she was implying that Cheng Yaosi was a failure as a person.
This little thought must not be hidden from him.
It would have been fine if she didn't feel so close to death before, but once she thought about it, Lin Jingmo was just a mortal body. The atmosphere was dull and depressing. She wanted to have some fun by herself, and didn't expect him to answer. Unexpectedly, she heard him say, "Who knows, then you can only atone with me."
His tone was lazy, without any unhappiness.
In the pale light of the flashlight, his eyebrows were dancing. If the scene was changed, it would not be impossible to say that he was on vacation.
Although this person hated me before, after such an experience, there should be some comradeship, right?
"I don't want to. Do you want others to find us together and misunderstand our relationship?" Lin Jingmo felt his attitude change, and he spoke more casually, "Or I should leave a suicide note in advance to mark that we met by chance, it was purely coincidental or something." When
she said this, she turned her head and looked at Cheng Yaosi. Her eyes were a little bit bright and lively, belonging to the cunning of a young girl, which had appeared in the eyes of a girl countless times.
Cheng Yaosi clenched his fists suddenly, his black eyes were dark, but this time, his anger did not prevail.
At this moment when life and death cannot be predicted in the next second, some persistence is crumbling.
She is so vivid in front of me, not a fleeting dream that can only travel in memory.
Being stared at quietly by Cheng Yaosi, the smile on Lin Jingmo's mouth gradually disappeared. His face was still cold, but something was circling and burning in his eyes.
It was a vortex visible to the naked eye. Her heartbeat began to speed up. The instinct for survival told her that she should avoid this sight, but inexplicably, she seemed to be trapped by the raging fire, entangled and unable to break free from looking at him.
The big hand on the waist tightened inwards little by little, slowly and forcefully, as if every cell in Lin Jingmo's body could sense its traces.
Very strong.
This force penetrated her flesh and also buckled into her heart, squeezing the living space of reason.
Her heart was tangled up, and she covered his hand with hers, trying to push it away, but the force was weak. He gently scraped the back of her hand with his thumb, and the rough fingertips brought a small electric current. Every friction line rolled over her heart.
Half of her body was pressed against his chest, and every time she breathed up and down, it was a collision of two bodies.
Lin Jingmo pursed her lips uncontrollably.
She understood his eyes, and knew what was spreading from the gaps between her bones.
Not only did she not reject or break free, she even went...
crazy. Crazy. Crazy.
Lin Jingmo turned her head abruptly, and her phone turned off at the same time.
However, the darkness she expected did not dissolve the thick atmosphere, but made each other's breathing as clear as if it was loaded with a loudspeaker and emitted in the cochlea.
After an unknown amount of time, she heard him say: "Do you know the suspension bridge effect?"
They were still hugging each other, as if forcibly separating would mean a guilty conscience. Lin Jingmo could easily sense the resonance of his chest when he spoke.
Her mind was a mess, and she responded thinly: "What?"
His voice came from above: "When a person is in danger, his heartbeat will speed up. At this time, if he meets someone, he will mistake this feeling for heartbeat. In fact, this heartbeat is fake."
It's fake.
Of course it's fake.
But even if it's fake, Lin Jingmo still feels a little at a loss.
Is it because the unknown will indulge people's madness?
Is it because her body is inherently lustful?
Or because it was pitch dark, she was not she, he was not he, just a man and a woman...
Lin Jingmo said "hmm", she was about to respond, but her nose was panting like crying and moaning, the two solid muscles on her chest tensed, and Lin Jingmo trembled.
In the darkness, all the repression and arrogance exploded in an instant.
The two breaths went to each other at the same time.