"Don't flirt, unbutton your clothes."
Miyano wore a military green shirt with a row of buttons fastened down to below her Adam's apple. When she pressed down on the top button with one hand, each breath she took conveyed a burning heat with the rise and fall of her chest.
The air became thick and ambiguous, making the red mole at the corner of his eye, which was usually barely visible, appear beautiful and alluring.
Long eyelashes lay on her eyelids: "Can I not look? It's ugly."
That thin, military-green shirt was like an invisible barrier; if it were removed, his ugliness would be laid bare before his lover. Miyano closed his eyes gently, somewhat resigned to his fate.
Suddenly, a tender, slightly damp hand slipped inside his shirt and gently caressed him, the soft fingertips moving inch by inch up his well-defined abdominal muscles.
Gong Ye raised his head, and Ruan Xianxian could see him more clearly at this moment. Her slender wrists roamed freely and unrestrainedly. He opened his eyes and looked at her with a dazed expression.
Her waist and abdomen tightened beneath his palm, and her wrist was grabbed before she could even touch a patch of skin.
Even though it was a short time, she was certain it was a large, deep scar.
The two stood facing each other. Gong Ye relaxed and slumped into the single sofa. Ruan Xianxian, who was straddling him, didn't have time to adjust her posture, and her two slender wrists were bound behind her back.
Their posture became increasingly intimate and ambiguous.
Hot breath sprayed against her ear, and Ruan Xianxian's entire earlobe turned red. Gong Ye's eyes darkened and his throat bobbed. His prickly short hair brushed against her neck.
"Stop now, they'll be here soon."
They? Who?
Ruan Xianxian's brain seemed to have been contaminated by some strange yellow dye, and she was a little confused. Gong Ye carefully picked her up and placed her at the foot of the bed.
He leaned down and gently placed a kiss on her forehead.
"I'm going upstairs to change my clothes. If the military personnel come first, you don't need to answer any of their questions. Just wait for me."
Staring at the door slamming shut with a loud bang, Ruan Xianxian was still a little dazed, her eyes glazed over. Wasn't she supposed to be touching her abs? What were the military doing here?
First, let's touch it together?
She slid into the quilt little by little, like a silkworm cocoon.
Back upstairs, Miyano casually closed the doors and windows, leaned gently against the headboard, and repeatedly recalled the beautiful face of his lover when she was moved by his love.
real……
think……
His throat bobbed involuntarily, and his light brown eyes rose and fell in the dimly lit room.
...
"Hello, is anyone home?"
Ruan Xianxian, who had fallen asleep at some point, suddenly heard a strange knocking on the door. She glanced at her watch and realized that forty minutes had passed and the person still hadn't returned.
Does it take that long to change clothes?
She opened the door with a tuft of hair sticking out of her head. Her pupils widened slightly. There were five or six soldiers with thick eyebrows and big eyes standing outside the door. The leader was a middle-aged man with a square face whom she had never seen before.
“Ruan Xianxian, right? Come with us.”
Recalling Miyano's parting words, she smiled sweetly and asked softly, "What did you say?"
The man with the square face and stern expression spoke without a trace of impatience: "I say, please have Comrade Ruan come with us."
"No, the previous sentence."
The previous sentence? The square-faced man paused, then instinctively replied, "I asked if anyone was home."
"No." Ruan Xianxian smiled brightly and slammed the door shut.
The remaining soldiers looked at each other blankly. The leader looked helpless. The soldiers were tall and imposing, and he guessed they had scared the girl.
He commanded in a stern voice, "You all step back."
brush--
The five people retreated in unison.
Just as the leader was about to knock on the door again, Miyano, with a dark expression, walked over from around the corner. His gaze swept over the faces of the group before finally settling on the leader.
"Zhao Aidang?"
"I am Zhao Aidang, and you are?"
Miyano wasn't in the mood to explain, so she directly showed another little-known work ID. The two exchanged a glance, and Zhao Aidang stood at attention and saluted.
"Please give instructions, sir."
I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Such a young man, his ability really has nothing to do with his age."
"There is a woman inside. Since there are many of you, please wait in the conference room on the first floor."
All six obeyed, saluted, and then stepped downstairs.
Hearing the resounding footsteps gradually fade away, Ruan Xianxian, who had taken a moment to go to the bathroom and used cold water to press down the tuft of hair sticking up, opened the door a crack.
The soft, sweet voice immediately began to complain: "Old Gong! They said they were going to take me away."
Looking at his partner's rosy cheeks as he slept, and the tuft of hair on his head that even cold water couldn't quell, Miyano's temples throbbed with a pulsating vein.
His face had unknowingly darkened further.
He casually pushed open the door, took the little girl into the bathroom, and helped her fix her hair, asking gently, "What kind of hairstyle do you want?"
Through the bathroom mirror, she saw that the man had soft facial features, lowered eyebrows and eyes, and a bewitching red beauty mark under his eye.
She turned to touch it, but he grabbed her wrist. His voice was cold and indifferent: "Don't touch it, it's not a good thing."
Ruan Xianxian was quite certain that Gong Ye didn't have this beauty mark when he was a child. She pouted and spoke in a sweet, slightly hooked voice.
You have something good, but you won't show it to me!
He can tolerate this? He's not a man.
She grabbed his slender waist, which was barely a hand's breadth away, and was suddenly lifted up and placed on the washstand. His tall figure leaned down, completely covering her.
The madness in her eyes was no longer hidden. With four fingers on her neck and her thumb gently pushing against her chin, Ruan Xianxian was forced to tilt her head back.
A possessive and aggressive kiss rained down upon him.
After the kiss ended, Ruan Xianxian was completely numb.
Looking into her beautiful, misty eyes, Miyano felt a slight relief from the pent-up desire in his chest.
He pulled her back into his arms, his voice low and husky with barely suppressed emotion: "When this mission to the island nation is over, let's get married when we get back, okay?"
Ruan Xianxian blinked: "No, wait a minute, I'm a little dazed from the kiss."
He had always been gentle and considerate towards her, always mindful of her feelings when kissing her. This was the first time he had ever kissed her so fiercely, as if he wanted to devour the air in her lungs along with the little squid.
A little...
like……
Miyano gently patted the little fairy's back, soothing her slightly disordered breathing.
Seeing that she had calmed down, he picked up the comb from the sink and asked again, "What kind of hairstyle do you want?"
It's okay if he doesn't want to answer now. He'll come back alive, and he'll eventually wait until she willingly agrees.
Thinking of those imposing soldiers outside, Ruan Xianxian said without hesitation, "I want the kind that are really intimidating and powerful, the kind that you can't mess with at first glance."
With nimble fingers flying through her hair, a high ponytail full of presence and without a single stray hair gradually took shape under Miyano's hands, even her slightly cute bangs were combed back with mousse.
Let the little girl admire herself in the mirror. Miyano helped her find a white shirt, work pants, and a black trench coat that covered her hips in her suitcase.
The door opened, and she gazed at the man who had even chosen a watch for her, a confident smile spreading across her lips:
"Let's go and meet with the military. They'd better have something important to discuss with me."
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