Chapter 66 Kissing? Ambiguity! Burning Body Temperature

After dinner, I came out of the cafeteria. The evening breeze was hot and felt burning on my face.

The twins have already gone to join the military for training.

Zhao Baoqi went to record a video, intending to send it to Madam Fu.

Xia Mian walked alone in the camp. When she reached the guesthouse, she was preoccupied with something and didn't see the steps clearly, almost missing a step.

Fu Yanshen reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

Xia Mian suddenly looked up and realized that she was very close to him.

She almost bumped into the tip of his nose.

As dusk settled and night quietly descended, the streetlights began to emit a dim, yellowish glow.

Fu Yanshen's face was burning hot, and his breathing became scorching.

He held the girl's slender, soft waist in his arms, and cradled the back of her head in his large hands.

Xia Mian looked away, too embarrassed to look at him.

"Greetings, Commander!"

"Greetings, Commander Fu!"

A soldier passed by and greeted Fu Yanshen.

The man released her with great restraint, and Xia Mian subconsciously took a step back.

"Thank you."

Fu Yanshen's eyes flashed with annoyance. Those two clueless greenhorns!

He followed Xia Mian to the guesthouse. Xia Mian opened the door to the room, and the man's tall, mountain-like figure squeezed in, making the originally spacious room seem somewhat cramped.

He is too tall.

"It's not as spacious here as it is at home."

"Please have a seat."

Their eyes met, and Xia Mian and he spoke at the same time.

Xia Mian subconsciously looked away. "Why are you at the guesthouse?"

"I came to see you." The man's voice was deep.

His jawline was sharp, his sexy Adam's apple subtly swayed, and greed lurked in his eyes. "What tree did you choose this afternoon?"

“Peach tree,” Xia Mian replied.

"The first tree I planted was also a peach tree." Fu Yanshen lowered his eyes and looked at the snow-white wall.

"That's quite a coincidence." Xia Mian smiled, suppressing her secret desire to do something inappropriate.

She had heard the guard mention that he was planting peach trees when she was planting them.

She remained silent, her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips dug deeply into her palms.

"you……"

"What's wrong?" Fu Yanshen looked directly at her.

She desperately wanted to know if the other person had even the slightest bit of affection for her, not in the way of a younger sister, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

She twirled her tongue around, "Didn't you say that once I arrived, you'd tell me what you needed to do for me?"

He said he wanted her to promise him one thing.

The man suddenly moved closer to her, his cool breath filling her nostrils, making her want to run away.

"Cook me a bowl of noodles tomorrow."

"A bowl of noodles?" Xia Mian's eyes widened suddenly, staring at him in disbelief. "Just that simple?"

"Hmm, scallion oil noodles or egg noodles are fine, beef noodles are also okay, as long as it's a bowl of noodles." Fu Yanshen nodded, his slender fingers tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

When the man touched her so gently, Xia Mian's ears felt itchy and hot, and then flushed pink.

On a sweltering night, the air conditioning in the room was quite strong, and the two of them were huddled together in a particularly intimate manner.

In this unusual atmosphere, the monster lurking in one's heart begins to stir.

Fu Yan stared intently at the girl in front of him, flames rapidly rising in his lower abdomen.

It was both hot and scalding.

Only she could evoke his most primal impulses, thrills, and restraints.

It made him unable to stop.

As if possessed, his rough fingertips pressed against her earlobe and gently kneaded it.

It feels soft and smooth to the touch.

I want to suck it!

Xia Mian stared wide-eyed in disbelief. He actually... he actually pinched her ear?

She struggled for a moment, "Brother Fu... Brother Fu!"

"Oh, I misread it. It looked like there was an ant crawling on your ear just now, but when I touched it, I realized it wasn't." The man, with his stunningly handsome face, spouted nonsense.

Absolutely awful!

Xia Mian isn't stupid.

A blush of embarrassment spread across her cheeks.

A slight stirring ran through him, and an uncontrollable burning sensation spread through his limbs and bones.

Xia Mian mustered her courage and looked at him, "You..."

She wanted to know the answer.

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhao Baoqi suddenly pushed open the door and barged in.

Upon seeing Fu Yanshen's tall figure, Zhao Baoqi, oblivious to the ambiguous atmosphere, held up his popsicle and said, "Ah! Big brother, I only have two! I didn't bring any for you, you won't be angry, will you?"

"I won't eat it," Fu Yanshen said calmly.

On a scorching summer night, nothing is more refreshing than eating a popsicle!

Zhao Baoqi immediately and excitedly handed one to Xia Mian, saying, "It's so refreshing! Eat up."

Xia Mian secretly regretted that she was about to ask the question!

Does he like her even a little bit?

Otherwise... why does he always...?

The man stood up, his 188cm height making him seem to look down on everyone. In the room's light, his slender body cast a faint shadow on her, and she, sitting there, was completely covered by his shadow.

"What were you trying to say?"

Xia Mian shook her head, met his dark eyes, and said guiltily, "It's nothing."

She had already torn open the popsicle wrapper and stuck out her pink little tongue to lick it lightly.

Fu Yanshen's eyes were dark, and the anger he had just suppressed was instantly ignited again.

Damn little vixen!

Even after returning to his dormitory apartment in the military base, Fu Yanshen was still burning with rage.

The woman in the guesthouse was like a bewitching enchantress! She not only wanted his body, but also his soul!

The man took a cold shower with a dark expression.

This can't go on.

He didn't blow-dry his hair, letting the wet droplets fall, and sat down at the table, fiddling with a white disposable paper cup on it.

There was also a faint ring of teeth marks on it.

If Xia Mian were here, she would immediately recognize it as the disposable water cup she used to drink water when she was first brought to a meeting room by her guards after arriving at the military base.

She likes to bite the edge of the paper cup when she drinks water, and she manages to leave a cute ring of teeth marks.

He poured a cup of water into the paper cup, and then, imitating Xia Mian, he bit around the paper cup.

Two rows of teeth marks mingled together, their ambiguous allure causing him to close his eyes.

The air was filled with uneven breathing. His right hand was on the armrest of the chair, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and he was so strong that he almost broke the armrest!

The man lay back in the chair, his head slightly raised, his dark eyes so intense they seemed to draw you in.

A suppressed roar escaped from his throat.

Every inch of air in the room seemed to be burning hot.

The air conditioner was humming, but a fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, and his lips were bitten raw, tasting of blood.

Finally... he stood up and went to the bathroom to clean the marks on his hands.

Xia Mian was awakened by the sounds of morning drills, with deep, rhythmic male voices constantly ringing out.

Is this what it feels like to live in the military?

She opened her sleepy eyes, rubbed them, walked to the window, and looked out into the distance. She saw a tall, slender man standing on a high platform.

He was also holding a pair of binoculars in his hand!

Huh? The direction this telescope is pointing isn't towards the training soldiers, it seems to be towards the direction of the guesthouse where she is?