His smile was gentle yet helpless, as if he were indulging a child who was being disrespectful and provoking him: "Why do you have to provoke me? I've already tried my best to be polite."
Unlike the gentle smile on his lips, his narrow, squinting eyes suddenly darkened.
Ning Yuan subconsciously looked down, but he grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let go.
Rong Zhaonan's gaze turned wild and wicked as he looked at her: "Aren't you good at wielding a knife?"
Ning Yuan's big eyes were still incredibly bright as she reached out to tug at his belt: "If you're any more... polite..."
She forgot that there was a cut on the palm of her right hand that required stitches, and the pain made her gasp.
Rong Zhaonan couldn't help but chuckle, grabbing her right hand behind his back: "Boss Ning is really blinded by lust!"
Ning Yuan gritted her teeth, glaring at him angrily. She knew he was a mean-spirited person at heart, and now he was mocking her.
Rong Zhaonan slowly pulled his hand out and unbuttoned her oversized pajamas one by one: "It's time to do something a little less polite."
They had almost crossed the line several times before, and this time when he was helping her clean her body, he saw all of her private parts.
But she was ill, quite ill, with a persistent high fever and delirium.
Occasionally, I would wake up startled from my sleep, only to quickly fall into another, more chaotic struggle.
Her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, her face was frighteningly pale, and her slender fingers gripped the sheets tightly beneath her, as if she were resisting something terrifying.
He tried hard to hear what she was saying, but only caught a few vague syllables: Ning Jinyun, Ning Zhuliu, Tang Zhenzhen... and even Li Yan.
Each of these names represents an important relationship in her life, but he could never be a part of it.
He thought to himself with a touch of self-deprecation that perhaps he had appeared in her life too late, or perhaps he hadn't done enough, which was why, when she was at her most vulnerable, all she could think of were other people.
Rong Zhaonan forced himself not to think about it. He kept telling himself that he wasn't in her nightmares, which meant he wasn't the one who brought her nightmares, and that was a good thing.
At least, he didn't cause her pain, did he?
However, the uncontrollable bitterness and loss deep in his heart still enveloped him tightly.
Especially when he heard the name "Li Yan" come out of her mouth.
He wondered why he couldn't even reach her dreams, and why he couldn't even cover up the shadow of Li Yan in her memory.
A shadow of gloom flashed in Rong Zhaonan's eyes.
Rong Zhaonan lowered his eyes, his slender fingers untiing the camouflage hatband from his chin, and neatly placed the hat aside.
“Ning Yuan, you know that I have been listening very carefully to what Old Tang said during this time: to treat female comrades gently.”
He was considerate of her being ill and wanted to ask her what she had dreamt about that made her ignore her physical discomfort and bother him as soon as she woke up.
"An hour and a half, I don't know if that's enough, Comrade Ning Yuan."
Ning Yuan froze, her face flushed red, but she still stared at him intently.
Did Rong become corrupted by reading too many textbooks, or was he inherently a beast in human clothing who was lured out?
Ning Yuan was still in a daze.
Rong Zhaonan casually tugged at his belt and some of the military knives he carried, then put them away along with his hat.
"Snap!" He deftly unzipped his clothes, revealing that he was only wearing a short-sleeved black vest under his camouflage uniform.
The fabric of the garment made his broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted body appear even more muscular, and every movement revealed beautifully defined, taut muscles.
Ning Yuan's heart was pounding uncontrollably. She wanted to turn her face away, but then she thought to herself, "What are you being so dramatic about?"
It's beautiful, it's sexy, I love watching it!
Seemingly noticing her gaze, Rong Zhaonan casually flipped and tore off his coat and shirt, throwing them onto the side of the bed.
He revealed broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a well-defined and muscular chest, and clearly defined abdominal muscles.
His camouflage military pants were pulled loose, revealing his V-line from his waist to his hips.
Young Master Rong was born with fair skin and strikingly beautiful features, giving him a cold and aloof appearance that made people afraid to look directly at him. He was always impeccably dressed.
But now, with his narrow, elongated eyes carrying a hint of malice, and his pants drooping down, he looks dangerously dissolute.
Ning Yuan keenly sensed that he was a little angry, as if he was angry that she didn't cherish herself enough, or as if he was angry about something else.
The ferocity belonging to Tai Sui seems to be emerging from beneath his recently well-concealed facade.
Rong Zhaonan suddenly picked up the cup containing the throat-soothing medicine and took a sip of water.
Then, he leaned down, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her deeply.
Ning Yuan was only stunned for a moment before she raised her hand and hugged his neck tightly, responding softly and passionately.
He taught her that kissing between lovers isn't disgusting.
He will consider her feelings.
Moreover, it smelled and tasted like clean, fresh snow and crisp trees.
But he held the back of her head and pressed her back into the thick blanket to prevent her from getting nervous and hurting her injured little throat again.
"Since you're injured, don't move around." Rong Zhaonan gently bit her collarbone, then kissed her slender neck, collarbone, and waist.
The air became scorching hot.
A fine sheen of sweat appeared on her nose as she pressed her hand against the taut muscles of his shoulder: "Is the door... closed properly?"
"Okay, it's closed."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
