Chapter 1860: It Is Watching

|Huh?!

Inside the quiet little wooden house, Lin An heard and was suddenly stunned; he never imagined Mo Ling would say such a thing.

In his daze, before Lin An could even think what to say, he saw little Mo Ling already stripped off her clothes, in an instant naked, tightly wrapping around him like an octopus.

Her small arms wrapped around his neck, and she began a passionate kiss.

As if she wanted to drill into his mouth.

In his ragged breathing, Lin An could feel Mo Ling clumsily, even irritably, trying to pull off his own War Armor so they could press closer.

"Lin An..! I want you! I really, really want to eat you!"

"You're mine! You're not allowed to go anywhere!"

Twisting wildly like a hot little snake.

For a moment her small hands couldn't remove Lin An's Death God set; irritated, a strange blue light flashed in Mo Ling's eyes, and she outright planned to forcibly remove the War Armor and sit directly on him.

Feeling that Mo Ling was actually serious, Lin An hastily came to his senses, his heart jolted.

"Mo Ling...?! Calm down!"

Lin An hastily lowered his voice to scold, but the reprimand seemed to have no effect at all; instead it only seemed to enrage little Mo Ling, who tried even harder to pull off the War Armor beneath him.

"I don't want! I don't care! I just want a baby!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Seeing that she couldn't open this annoying armor, Mo Ling irritably slammed her small hands against it, nearly crying from frustration.

Seeing that Mo Ling's emotions seemed off, Lin An took a deep breath, had no choice but to forcibly push her away a bit, turned his head and advised:

"Mo Ling, calm down! You're too young, you don't understand anything yet!"

"I only see you as a sister! As a partner!"

Trying to persuade Mo Ling, Lin An smiled bitterly inside. He knew Mo Ling's feelings toward him seemed off, often even showing hostility toward anyone who got close to him.

But frankly, he could only pretend not to notice, treating Mo Ling as a child who instinctively liked him.

"Don't understand? Too young?"

Sitting on Lin An, Mo Ling suddenly turned cold, her eyes fixed on him.

In her stubborn gaze, it seemed she hadn't heard a word.

"What do you mean 'small'? Is it that you don't like my smallness? You just like Wen Ya's big-breasted type?"

"Slap!"

Staring fixedly at Lin An, Mo Ling grabbed his right hand and pressed it against her chest.

"I can still grow! Lin An!"

"If you really treat me as a sister and truly feel nothing for me, what gives you the right not to dare look at me!"

"I understand everything! I'm not a child!"

As her words fell, Mo Ling's chest rose and fall rapidly, as if extremely unwilling, even biting her lips in a somewhat pathological way.

"Are you afraid?"

"I don't believe you have no feelings for me, I can take it! My body is stronger than an ordinary Fourth Stage!"

His arm stiffened, Lin An opened his mouth, but didn't know how to speak.

Mo Ling was right; he also knew he was just deceiving himself. Mo Ling was actually not small at all. Especially after the Apocalypse, the survivors' maturation speed had long ceased to be the "slow" of peacetime.

Treating Mo Ling as a child was in itself absurd.

Moreover, Mo Ling's mental maturity and calm in handling affairs were even stronger than Xiong Hanzi's. Mo Ling was fundamentally not a clueless child hiding under his protection.

"Mo Ling, I've never even thought about this aspect. Or rather, there are things I cannot guarantee."

In the brief silence, Lin An still kept his head tilted and spoke hoarsely.

In the Apocalypse, love is too luxurious; for Lin An, he even dares not guarantee how long he can live. The responsibilities and hopes on his shoulders are so many that he cannot afford to relax even a bit.

Yet it seemed he had already anticipated that he would say this.

Mo Ling's face expressionless, she still gazed at him with stubborn eyes.

"What guarantee? I don't need you to take any responsibility. I just want you, I just want a child."

"At least when you're not here, he can still keep me company."

Her voice carried resentment and hatred, along with emotions long suppressed.

"Lin An, I'm not human anymore, neither are we! They fear me, and I don't want to contact them! In this world, only the two of us are of the same kind!"

"Have you ever thought about what I'd do if you died? I only have you!"

As her words fell, Mo Ling's eye sockets turned red, her whole body trembling.

For the first time, she was telling Lin An her grievances for the first time. Each time Lin An left, to her it felt like abandonment. That immense loneliness felt like being exiled from this world, making her afraid, making her unable to breathe.

If everyone in the base had other concerns, lovers, friends, then to her Lin An was practically the whole world.

Even Mo Yu, in fact, was afraid of her. She couldn't imagine what she would do if Lin An ever had an accident—how she would survive.

To die alone forever in the dark? Eternal solitude?

In the quiet wooden house, only the sound of a heartbeat.

Time passed second by second, Lin An remained silent for a long while before finally speaking slowly:

"Mo Ling, I promise you, I won't disappear for a long time yet. You don't need to worry about me; I shouldn't die before reaching the sixth rank."

"Wait a bit longer; after I finish these matters, I'll give you an answer."

After some stiff persuasion, Lin An's feelings toward Mo Ling were also extremely complicated; he didn't know how to handle them.

"Won't disappear? Won't die?"

Beyond Lin An's expectation.

Only saw Mo Ling suddenly release her grip on his hand, a fleeting imperceptible anomaly flashing in the depths of her eyes.

Lin An, are you trying to condense faith?

I can see some things.

Some things are alive! I don't want you to die!

The conversation shifted; hearing Mo Ling's inexplicable words, Lin An blinked slightly, suddenly realizing that Mo Ling had something to say but couldn't.

Or perhaps this sudden change has another cause!?

Before Lin An could even think to say anything.

The next second, he felt a warm small mouth kiss him again, his arms locking tightly around his neck.

Behind Lin An, Mo Ling's tiny hand moved covertly along his back, instinctively gripping him as if overcome with emotion.

Just how keen his reaction was.

Lin An stiffened, motionless, and instantly realized that Mo Ling was about to 'write' something on his back.

What is that..!?

The strokes were tangled, yet they were 'bone-deep'.

Model.

Because.

Looking.