An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 261 is her whole world
Before Meng Youyou could make up her mind, a sharp bullet whistled through the air, its force so strong it seemed like a death warrant.

The situation that Meng Youyou had been most worried about has now dramatically happened to her.

The bullet struck Meng Youyou's backpack strap. She felt the strap yank and then loosen, as if torn apart by invisible claws. The fabric of her camouflage suit also ripped open with a "ripping" sound. The radio bag lost its connection to her body and fell straight down, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

I didn't hear a sound.

At a height of 150 meters, the radio bag seemed to be swallowed by an abyss in the few seconds it fell, without even a sound.

In an instant, a smoke bomb exploded next to his right foot.

Bald Dove's reaction was astonishingly fast. Almost the instant the sniper fired, a smoke grenade was thrown, landing precisely beside Meng Youyou. Thick, grayish-white smoke billowed up, engulfing her entirely. Her vision was completely cut off, and all she could hear was her own heavy, strained breathing and the whistling of bullets that arrived every second.

"call out!"

The bullet grazed the rock face, sending shards of rock flying.

"call out!"

The second bullet embedded itself in a crevice in the rock half a foot above her head, causing her knuckles to go numb.

"call out!"

The third bullet grazed her side, tearing a hole in her combat uniform with the blast wave. The cold night wind rushed in, making her shiver.

Even with the smoke obscuring her vision, the sniper could not see her, yet bullets continued to rain down around her, as if death itself was patiently measuring her radius of death.

Finally, after three bullets were fired in succession, the dull echo of the radio bag falling to the ground slowly came from the bottom of the cliff.

The voice seemed to be rehearsing her journey home, or perhaps it was a meaningful urging, as if it couldn't wait any longer and was trying to make some noise so that Meng Youyou would hear it, shake her morale, and make her lose her willpower, so that she would hurry up and go join it.

Meng Youyou's left arm was already exhausted and could no longer bear the weight. She felt that her two hands were like hemp ropes repeatedly worn down on the right-angled edges of gravelly concrete, being rubbed back and forth, watching one thread after another break apart. Now only the last trembling core thread remained, its surface scraped thin and rough, its inner fibers broken, yet it was still struggling to hold on.

But it knows perfectly well that complete disintegration is just a matter of time.

Her lungs filled with acrid smoke, and Meng Youyou coughed violently several times. Unable to tell whether it was the smoke or her body's final warning signs, Meng Youyou felt her vision begin to blur.

What awaits her next is either a bullet hitting her or exhaustion forcing her to let go and fall. Which will come first?

Meng Youyou felt the former was more likely. After all, were the snipers they employed just sitting around doing nothing? Even though it was blind firing, it wouldn't make sense for so many shots to miss.

Would a person on their deathbed still have the leisure to place bets?

How absurd! Meng Youyou thought. If she were lucky enough to escape this calamity tonight and lived to old age to brag about this legendary experience to those old ladies, probably very few people would believe her.

However, Meng Youyou was wrong. What came first was the man's strong and powerful arm that wrapped around her waist. The man's chest pressed against her back, the strength of his limbs enveloping her and transmitting to her. The base of his large hand was embedded in the hollow of her ribs, and the strong, pulsating heartbeat of his still sent shivers down her spine even through several layers of clothing.

Huo Qingshan's resolute voice boomed in her ear, "Hold me tight, I'll take you down."

Meng Youyou swore she had never heard anything more pleasant than those words.

Meng Youyou's arms and legs clung tightly to his powerful body like a koala; she was holding him so tightly.

Yes, she didn't actually want to die at all; she wanted to brag about it to those old ladies!

She desperately wanted to live!
Only those who have truly come incredibly close to death can deeply realize how much they yearn to live, and not only that, but also how long they want to live, the longer the better.

Without hesitation, the man's right foot suddenly slammed against the rock face, like a fully drawn bow suddenly released. A force immediately came from Meng Youyou's waist, and she was pulled away from the cliff.

The wind whistled in my ears, and suddenly the world spun around me.

Meng Youyou instinctively closed her eyes tightly, but she could still clearly feel her body plummeting downwards. The feeling of weightlessness caused her heart to stop, as if she had been pushed off a towering building.

But then, a forceful force came from his waist. Meng Youyou could clearly feel the ropes wrapped around his waist and sandwiched between their bodies tightening, forcefully pulling them off course and causing them to swing diagonally downwards at high speed.

A muffled groan came from above Huo Qingshan.

Meng Youyou's cheek was pressed against his chest, and she could strongly feel the muscles in his body tense up in an instant.

The rope's tension was entirely applied to his waist, causing his combat uniform to creak and groan. The suffocating force was terrifying; Meng Youyou knew it without even thinking.

The first sound had barely stopped when another one began. This time, Meng Youyou seemed to hear other strange noises, like the sound of bones colliding with a hard object at high speed.

He's usually such a resilient person when it comes to pain, but he was groaning repeatedly, unable to bear it any longer.

But... the arm around her waist remained completely still the entire time.

In those moments, he was her everything, connecting all her senses, occupying her entire world.

From that moment on, Meng Youyou realized with absolute certainty that she could never let go of him in this lifetime.

Forget him? How could she possibly forget him?
She desperately tried to extinguish the flames in her heart, but as soon as she encountered even the slightest spark, they would reignite and burn ever more fiercely. Moreover, he had come carrying a raging wildfire.

It turns out that loving someone can be deeper than deep love, and more eternal than unforgettable memories.

Those overwhelming loves that have taken root deep in your heart, even if you build impenetrable walls of indifference and disappointment, will awaken in the shadows, growing their own consciousness, like vines hibernating in the depths of winter, gathering strength in corners you cannot see. When the spring breeze first rises, they will grow wildly along every crack in the walls of your heart, taking root and spreading downwards with a fateful obsession, seemingly without end.

In this world, one person's love for another can be a bottomless pit! Meng Youyou witnessed this, but she didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.