In an instant, you could hear a pin drop.
Rong Zhaonan's expression froze, and an absurd emotion surfaced in his eyes.
This was the first time he had been questioned since joining the army—that he was incompetent and that the commander doubted he would fight the battle terribly!
This is absurd! A man can't say no!
Ning Yuan could instantly sense the intense pressure emanating from him—his suppressed displeasure.
She lowered her eyes and reached out to pat his chest dryly: "I'm not saying you can't do it, I'm saying you're a novice in that area, so you might not be able to..."
"But this won't work. Maybe it can be improved through learning... Just like when you drive a Jeep, you have to be careful when you first start driving and you have to learn the traffic rules!"
She had only caught a glimpse of him while taking a shower and realized that the young man, though handsome and refined, possessed great potential and was capable of leading heavy armored vehicles.
This small, third-class highway can't withstand a novice driving a heavily armored vehicle recklessly on it. If he's not careful, the road will crack!
Her desperate explanation caused Rong Zhaonan's handsome face to turn pale, then black, then red.
Like a palette on a volcano—the paint is boiling!
Rong Zhaonan took a deep breath to calm himself down. Yes, this was a battle he had never fought before, a position he had never conquered before.
The commanders and soldiers didn't understand his abilities as a combat vanguard, and he needed to understand them.
"Mainly, I feel that with my small frame, if you rashly start a fight, what if you can't handle it, then I probably can't either..."
But the repeated "no"s from the "commanders" in front of him finally pushed Rong Zhaonan to his breaking point.
Moreover, she was fidgeting and trying to escape, and most of the large towel on her body had already fallen off. Her black hair was like a cloud, and her white hair and red plum blossoms were swaying back and forth.
He doesn't understand a thing!
He smirked and asked dangerously, "You agreed to let me go into battle last time in the county town, so why are you making excuses now?"
Ning Yuan wiggled her little bottom, trying to back away, muttering, "But you insisted on doing it to me, and I didn't even see your whole face then!"
If she knew that one cannot judge a book by its cover, she would not have agreed so readily!
As expected—it's best not to comment without knowing the full picture.
Rong Zhaonan, expressionless, grabbed her back, flipped her over, and pinned her down—
“I was fourteen years old when I first drove a military jeep. On the third day, I was able to drive on the road by myself and even took people from Beijing to Beihe.”
"I can drive heavy trucks and Type 59 tanks, and I have over 580 hours of training experience in helicopters and fighter jets!"
He paused, a dangerous yet fiercely competitive glint flashing in his eyes—
"Besides, how does Commander Ning know that I haven't studied anything? Please trust me, Commander. We should at least test your knowledge in a battle."
After saying that, he decisively lowered his head and silenced her with a kiss, lest she utter any more words that would "insult" his character.
"No... wait... um..." Ning Yuan wanted to shout—help, brother, you started driving at thirteen, that's against the rules.
You took advantage of the fact that the regulations weren't perfect back then, and that someone would cover for you if something happened, and you drove as a minor!
But I'm not really keen on covering your heavy truck on this narrow road!
I'll cover your losses, but who will cover mine?
...
But……
He seems to be quite good at it, like this kiss.
He hadn't actually kissed her many times, but now he seemed quite skilled, whereas at the beginning he was as awkward as a big puppy who only knew how to bite her lips and the tip of her tongue.
Now... um... even a kiss seems to set things on fire.
Ning Yuan was held in his arms, her head held by his hand, their lips intertwined, and her originally clear eyes gradually became hazy.
The fresh, clean scent of soap emanating from him filled the air.
A powerful embrace, skin pressed together, and from her dreamy eyes, his strong, broad arms seemed like rolling mountains.
He pinned her down, almost crushing her into a soft ball of water.
"Let's give it a try, Commander Ning. We must trust our comrades."
He raised his head, kissed the tip of her nose, gently bit her lips, then moved down her slender neck, and all the way down.
Ning Yuan felt completely numb and looked down at the person on top of her.
His narrow eyes were focused on the burning fireworks, and the corners of his usually cool eyes were tinged with a suppressed crimson. His high, straight nose gently brushed against her skin and soul.
His demeanor was incredibly wicked, as if he had your heart in his grasp, yet he was also breathtakingly handsome.
It seems that if she doesn't speak or agree, he really won't touch her.
They greatly "respected" all of her decisions as the "commander".
Ning Yuan believed that since she had memories of two lifetimes, she shouldn't be blinded by lust again; at least, lust should not be blinded by beauty, but not by seduction.
But... food and sex are human nature!
Oh well, let him be, he's such a handsome guy.
Young Master Rong is clearly someone else's child—a genius and handsome young man who becomes a powerful figure on the battlefield. He can go to the battlefield and fly a plane.
Maybe he's a natural-born driver; he might be able to drive this small, run-down county town's third-class roads smoothly even on his first time driving a heavily armored vehicle.
There won't be too much pain, will there?
Beauty doesn't bewitch people; people bewitch themselves. Besides, Rong Meiren served him so diligently, even though her movements were clearly not very skilled and she was still a bit clumsy.
But his affectionate caresses left her completely bewildered.
She placed her small hand on his nice-smooth pectoral muscles and stroked them a couple of times, her eyes still half-closed: "Then... when you shoot, be... gentle, go slowly, I'm afraid it will hurt..."
Permission was granted.
Having longed for her for so long and wanted so much, Rong Zhaonan could hardly contain his smile.
His cool eyes were completely engulfed by the flames, and a passionate kiss landed on the red marks on her shoulder where Tang Jun had torn and scratched her: "I will."
In the small instructors' dormitory, a restless atmosphere and desires lingered, while sunlight streamed in through the window.
The tall and petite figures intertwine on the wall, creating a tender and beautiful reflection.
After so much entanglement, it was ultimately his turn to conquer and seize territory, with cannons roaring everywhere.
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