He might even have his destined wife in the future. She remembers that years later, they were still very loving when they went on a foreign visit together on television.
Ning Yuan felt inexplicably saddened, and a sense of melancholy arose in her heart.
Inside the room, the sound of boiling water could be heard.
It broke the silence and subtle intimacy in the room.
She gently patted his shoulder: "Rong Zhaonan, the water's boiling, go wash up, I'll make you something delicious."
Then, she withdrew her hand.
Rong Zhaonan felt the soft, supple hand slowly slip away from his palm, which gave him a strange sense of loss.
He lowered his eyes and stood up: "Okay."
Watching Ning Yuan take the basin she had used to wash him and empty the dirty water at the back of the yard, he turned around and carried the hot water to the bathroom by the front door.
The cold wind of late February blew in from outside the door, the chill of early spring seemed to blow away the dust in his heart.
He deftly took off his clothes in the bathroom, revealing his sexy and slender body. Warm water poured down from his head, gliding over his skin and washing away the dirt.
But it couldn't dispel the strange, unsettling heat in my head...
That was the warmth of Ning Yuan's palm; the moment their hands clasped, it spread from her fingertips to his body.
The air was filled with the herbal fragrance of the flower and herbal oil soaps that Ning Yuan had made herself.
Rong Zhaonan pressed his hands against the wall, lowered his head, and water dripped down his soft hair, sliding over his slightly reddened white eyes and long eyelashes.
He took a soft breath and gave a slight twitch at the corner of his lips.
This is... a bit troublesome.
Even if she really is an enemy in the future, it's probably impossible to kill her cleanly and efficiently.
Then let's try a different way to punish her, like locking her up in chains and shackles, that way she can't escape because she's so petite.
Fortunately, although she occasionally reveals some views and words that are not quite in line with the current status of ordinary citizens, she is mostly normal.
There was no unusual behavior, which is a good thing.
"she……"
He licked away the warm water droplets that had flowed down his lips with an ambiguous expression, as if he were biting the word "she" into his mouth.
A mysterious and bright flame flickered in the man's usually aloof eyes.
I told myself again—be patient, take it slow, and don't scare the alert rabbit, so that I can do what I want to do without any worries.
He has always been adept at controlling his desires, whether it be the desire to kill, the desire to control, or... the desire to be a beast.
Isn't that right?
...
Rong Zhaonan took a bath for almost half an hour. Ning Yuan boiled an extra pot of water for him so that this germaphobe could take a good bath.
Ning Yuan noticed his dripping hair until he came out wearing a white shirt.
She handed him a large towel: "It's brand new, use this to wipe yourself. I don't know how you can tolerate the harsh environment on the front lines or during missions."
Rong Zhaonan had already returned to his usual self, taking the towel to dry his hair and saying casually—
"My obsessive-compulsive disorder is a fussy habit of mine, but when I'm surrounded by corpses or on the brink of death, I don't have time to think too much. Most of the time I'm thinking about how to complete the mission."
Ning Yuan was speechless. This guy sometimes spoke with a self-deprecating philosophy that left people unsure how to respond.
She coughed lightly: "I made noodles tonight. Aunt Fang gave me a few salted duck eggs and half a freshly killed chicken. I stir-fried some mushrooms and then stir-fried some pork cracklings and cabbage."
Smelling the aroma of the food, Rong Zhaonan dried his hair and asked, "Have you and the old Party Secretary discussed the next steps?"
Ning Yuan nodded: "Yes, the old Party Secretary will go to the commune to get me a letter of introduction for studying, but I need to find a high school that is willing to accept me first."
“If you need help, you can ask Chen Chen to take care of it,” Rong Zhaonan said.
Ning Yuan took a military green cotton coat and handed it to him: "No need, I plan to ask Zhang Er and Sister Zhang for help in contacting them. If we really can't get it done, then we'll trouble Chen Chen."
Don't keep bothering him and developing a habit of depending on him.
Seeing her insistence, Rong Zhaonan smiled and took the thick cotton coat: "Okay."
Don't you want to become too dependent on him?
Ning Yuan watched him sit at the dining table and decided to casually put on her thick cotton coat.
She furrowed her delicate brows: "Your hair at the back is still dripping wet!"
Rong Zhaonan didn't take it seriously: "It'll be dry in a bit."
Ning Yuan shook her head, grabbed the towel from his hand, and stood behind him: "Be careful not to catch a cold in this cold weather, you'll get sick..."
Remembering what they had discussed that afternoon, she reached out to dry his hair while a smug, mischievous grin spread across her round face: "How about we go to the county town and take care of my laundry and cooking?"
Upon hearing this, Rong Zhaonan raised his cool face and looked at her: "You plan to let me leave the village and go to the county together under the pretext of taking care of you?"
Ning Yuan smiled and said, "After all, you are currently unemployed. This is a democratic decision made by the village. If Comrade Rong Zhaonan wants to go to the city, he must obey the organization's arrangements."
Rong Zhaonan looked at the girl in front of him with a smug look on her face, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender waist, and said with a slight smile, "Okay, serving your partner isn't a difficult thing."
Ning Yuan felt as if he had wrapped his arms around her, and instinctively lowered her head to rest her head on his shoulder: "You..."
But when he looked down, he noticed that his shirt collar was unusually loose, revealing a small patch of his muscular chest.
This man, however, was naturally tan-resistant; his pale skin covered his undulating, muscular physique, which made the small, protruding nipple on his chest appear even more scarlet, giving him a sickly sexiness.
Ning Yuan was somewhat stunned, and inexplicably swallowed hard. Suddenly, she understood why it was said that a woman's most alluring appearance was when her clothes were half-covered.
In fact, good-looking people are equally attractive, regardless of gender.
"What are you looking at?" Rong Zhaonan asked casually, buttoning up his collar to the top.
Ning Yuan: "..."
No, bro, what's the meaning of your action? Are you implying that she's taking advantage of him and trying to take advantage of him?!
Ning Yuan retorted with a forced smile, "Looking at dog meat? Go eat your food!"
She took extra care of him that afternoon, comforted him, and even took him home!
After saying that, she covered his face with a towel, turned around and went to get the rice!
Watching Ning Yuan's petite figure huffing and puffing, Rong Zhaonan's cold eyes flashed with a dark smile as he slowly removed the towel from his face.
A certain rabbit's aesthetic sense differs from that of most women these days; liking his appearance is a good thing.
If the little spy won't give him any information about the gloves, then let's do the opposite...
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