Ning Qing looked at the person on the bed, her eyes flashing with a sly glint.

They ripped off his nightgown, revealing his muscular chest and the various wounds on it.

Ning Qing's gaze sharpened, then her eyes turned frosty: These scars... which bastard did this?

The system weakly replied in the space: Host, the identity of the target being protected is a general.

Ning Qing: Hmm, which country did it come from during a war?

The chilling aura emanating from Ning Qing lowered the room temperature by more than ten degrees. It suspected that its host would destroy the country if it found out: Host, calm down, impulsiveness is the devil, we must not act impulsively.

His gaze shifted, and when he saw Meng Zhengxi on the bed: Host, the target you're protecting actually came to Yanhonglou to solicit prostitutes behind your back. We should teach him a lesson.

We absolutely cannot let him off easily.

As his nightgown fell to the ground, Meng Zhengxi's body was covered with crisscrossing wounds.

There are wounds on it from spears, knives, swords and other weapons. The wounds are of varying depths, but none of them have been properly cared for, and some are gruesome and ugly.

Ning Qing gently brushed her fingertips over the scars.

These scars may look ugly and ruin the beauty of the body, but at the same time, they are a medal for a soldier.

Ning Qing really wanted to take out some ointment from her spatial storage to wipe away the wounds, but she ultimately didn't.

Looking at these wounds, Ning Qing felt a pang of heartache, but she still pinched his chest hard a few times, leaving some bruises.

Then she took off her clothes, lay down next to him, and pulled him into her arms.

Close your eyes and go to sleep!

The next day.

When Meng Zhengxi woke up from her sleep and opened her eyes, what came into view was half of an unfamiliar profile.

The smooth touch on his hand startled him, causing him to open his eyes wide, regain his senses, and recall his memories.

I sat up abruptly, feeling a chill on my body, and looked down.

He was terrified to find himself completely naked and quickly pulled the blanket up to cover himself.

Looking at the fair, sleeping face beside me.

Thinking back to last night, Zhao Xianghai and Lu Shi dragged him into a brothel to drink, and they kept pouring him drinks.

If he couldn't figure out what was going on, then he would be incredibly stupid, and all the training he had received on the battlefield over the years would have been for nothing.

With barely concealed malice, he ground his back teeth, having already mentally torn those two people to pieces a hundred times over.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at that sleeping face again, and when I saw the person's Adam's apple...

Meng Zhengxi's gaze sharpened, and he felt completely unwell!

His gaze was fixed on that sexy Adam's apple, his eyes filled with disbelief.

What happened last night...? I slept with a man?!

This news struck him like a thunderbolt, giving him a splitting headache.

In my mind, I dragged those two people out again and tortured them hundreds of times.

If you're going to hire a prostitute, why do you also need to hire a male prostitute for yourself?

These two must harbor resentment towards me to play such a prank on me!

Under Meng Zhengxi's piercing gaze, Ning Qing woke up slowly, just as expected.

Slowly, she opened her sleepy eyes.

When she opened her eyes and saw Meng Zhengxi looking constipated, she even gave him a sweet greeting.

"Oh, sir, you're awake?"

“I will get up and get out of bed to help you get dressed.”

The moment Ning Qing opened her eyes, she instantly transformed into a drama queen.