Ning Yuan was stunned, and a strange feeling rose in her heart for some reason.
Yes, she did say that.
But she has just escaped danger, what does he mean by making this request?
And the way he mentioned it...
It gave the impression that... he minded even though he said Tang Jun hadn't violated him at all.
He didn't believe it either, so he wanted her to prove she was still pure with her virginity.
Instead of being "dirty" like that shirt that was thrown in the trash can?
Suddenly, she expressionlessly reached out and ripped the towel off her head to stop it from blocking her eyes.
If in Rong Zhaonan's eyes she was touched by another man, it was just like a dirty shirt...
She wanted him to say it himself.
But as soon as she pulled the towel off, she was caught off guard by a pair of eyes filled with repression, forbearance, confusion, and... self-loathing.
It means having no desires.
He wanted her to be the way she was, the way she had seen it.
Ning Yuan frowned: "Rong Zhaonan..."
He turned his face away instantly, but his tone remained calm: "Is it not allowed? But I want it."
Ning Yuan stared at him intently for a moment, then suddenly looked at his pants: "Rong Zhaonan, do you want it? If you want it, why aren't you reacting at all? Tell me why?"
She escaped safely, and he helped the police catch Tang Jun, the undercover agent. The Ning couple could no longer cause her any trouble.
Although the process was thrilling, everything went smoothly. What happened to him?
On the way back, she felt he was acting strangely; he didn't say much.
Rong Zhaonan did not answer, but turned around and said indifferently, "If you don't want to, then sit down. I'll apply the medicine for you first."
Ning Yuan narrowed her eyes: "If you don't answer, I can only guess that you think I'm dirty, that you don't believe Tang Jun didn't touch me, so you want to use sleeping together to prove that I still..."
"Shut up!" Rong Zhaonan suddenly turned around, pulled her into his arms, and wouldn't let her look at him or speak.
Ning Yuan's nose was numb from the impact, and she felt that his whole body was tense and stiff.
Unmoved, she lowered her eyes and asked, "You're angry with yourself, aren't you?"
She believed he was a responsible and conservative man in relationships from the 1970s and 80s.
But he should never be a shallow and vulgar man.
Rong Zhaonan's slender figure froze, as if his tail had been stepped on, and his expression instantly darkened.
He got up, let go of her hand, and turned his back.
Ning Yuan sighed, then suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist to prevent him from turning his back: "Rong Zhaonan, I'm fine."
Rong Zhaonan closed his eyes briefly, then suddenly arched his body, burying his face in the crook of the petite girl's neck, without saying a word.
He held her with such force that it felt like he wanted to press her whole body into his arms and make her one with him.
She gently patted his muscular, rock-hard back, as if coaxing a child: "Rong Zhaonan... I'm here, in your arms."
He still didn't say anything, but just held her even tighter.
She was hugged so tightly that her bones ached a little, but she also felt a strange sense of security from being cared for.
Ning Yuan said, "That night, you and Ying Gang came to my dormitory to find me. I was willing to cooperate with this operation on my own. No one forced me."
Ying Gang hoped she could be used as bait to lure the snake out of its hole, since Tang Jun had hidden himself too well and had never given himself away.
for a long time……
Rong Zhaonan didn't look up from her, his voice deep and somber: "Last night, Ying Gang showed me Tang Jun's information—he's a dangerous spy. The sudden and unexpected deaths of the Yu family mother and son in the detention center were most likely orchestrated by him to silence them."
"He had two girlfriends, both of whom were young girls like you. One was played and left with a disability, and the other was played and driven to suicide."
He paused, his voice hoarse and damp: "But I still took Ying Gang to your dormitory and brought him to see you so that you could cooperate with the plan to capture Tang Jun."
Tang Jun is a scumbag.
But one thing is true: she liked him. He used her as bait to complete his mission, sending her to a scumbag and putting her at risk.
And he didn't just use her as bait to lure her into the presence of the most dangerous scumbags, he even...
Ning Yuan sighed softly: "This is indeed an adventure, but also the best opportunity. Even if I don't go, Tang Jun will find other opportunities to harm me if he can't use Ning Jinyun and the others. I want to eliminate any future troubles."
This was her true thought; she didn't want to walk on thin ice, wondering when the knife aimed at her would strike.
He closed his eyes, buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck, and chuckled hoarsely at himself—
"This afternoon, I was outside, knowing he was trying to harm you, but I didn't appear in front of you immediately."
When Ah Zhong suddenly pushed Ning Jinyun and the others out of the warehouse, Tang Jun was nowhere to be seen.
He clearly guessed what Tang Jun was doing to her, and what she was going through...
He, however, led his men inside and outside the warehouse to defuse the bombs.
That type of bomb is very advanced and extremely powerful; it explodes in succession, capable of tearing up the ground.
So he made no move, calmly letting her be insulted and bullied, just so as not to alert her before the bomb disposal was finished.
Throughout his life, he always prided himself on being calm and cautious when facing enemies, and that his plans were always the best possible solutions.
Having lived for over twenty years, this was the first time he felt so calm—it was disgustingly so.
In some ways, he was even more of a scoundrel than Tang Jun, just wearing the mask of justice!
Ning Yuan was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Yes, I was really scared when he came into the room today..."
Rong Zhaonan closed his eyes, his whole body tense, his heart felt like it had been stabbed because of that word "fear".
But they have no right to feel pain.
Ning Yuan said softly, "Rong Zhaonan, I was indeed angry during my most fearful moments—"
"We had planned everything beforehand. Once we found their hideout, you were supposed to lead the men in to rescue me. But why were you nowhere to be seen when I was in the most danger?"
Her voice didn't carry any blame, but his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't even say sorry.
Because even a simple "I'm sorry" is too weak.
He knew he shouldn't and didn't deserve to hold her.
But his body seemed to have its own thoughts, its arms tightly embracing her slender and petite frame.
It's as if if I let go, she'll disappear, walking away without looking back.
Ning Yuan paused, then gently stroked his back: "But who would have thought that Tang Jun would plant bombs in the warehouse? Tang Jun dared to leave only Ah Zhong in the warehouse; he was fearless and unafraid of death."
"But we have concerns. You have to live up to the clothes you're wearing, and you have to live up to the brothers you brought to the warehouse."
"What if those bombs explode? Will we all go to heaven to meet Marx?"
With each word she spoke, Rong Zhaonan stiffened a little more, like a bowstring stretched taut to the point of breaking.
because……
His decision was fair to everyone, but his choice was unfair to her.
If she hadn't learned a couple of tricks during military training this month, and if she weren't quite quick-witted...
If it weren't for her good luck in stalling until they defused the bombs...
In the last half hour, she had already been violated by that scumbag Tang Jun.
More than the act of being violated, what he could not forgive himself for was—
She fought back desperately against Tang Jun because she trusted him to come and save her, which angered him so much that he picked up a gun and chased after her.
Having faced so many life-and-death situations over the years, and lost so many comrades and companions, he had long been accustomed to life and death.
But Rong Zhaonan's mind was filled with the thought that if anything went wrong, the soft, petite girl in his arms would be shot in the back and fall down, never to wake up again...
His usually clear and calm mind was now unable to think clearly; he was dizzy, his whole body stiff and cold, as if he had contracted an incurable disease, and cold sweat seeped out in layers.
The last time he experienced something like this was when he was thirteen years old and lost his mother.
"There are no 'what ifs' in life."
Until Ning Yuan's clear yet helpless voice rang in his ears—
"If I hadn't known that Tang Jun looked down on me and that he was blinded by lust, I would have been in trouble."
"If I hadn't learned some life-saving techniques from you, I wouldn't have been able to practice under your thumb so many times."
"If I hadn't known you were definitely outside, I wouldn't have acted rashly."
Ning Yuan forced him to lift his face from the crook of her neck and said earnestly and calmly—
“Rong Zhaonan, you have many ‘ifs’ and I have many ‘what ifs’. I have never been a parasite that only needs your protection.”
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