Chapter 29 Pulling my belt in public?
Ning Shuyin clenched her fingers tightly, unwilling to let go.
It's not that she's deliberately refusing to let go; it's that she can't.
At this moment, she was in an extremely awkward position.
With his feet barely touching the ground, his body was already leaning forward, almost at a 30-degree angle to the ground.
The only point of support for her entire body was the belt she was gripping tightly in her hand.
She could feel the belt was stretched taut.
Fortunately, an SSS-level powerhouse like Situ Linchen wouldn't be dragged down by a weak woman like her.
It was this very support that allowed her to remain suspended in the air like a flag, instead of crashing straight to the ground.
"I...I'm sorry!"
Her face turned bright red with embarrassment, and she was on the verge of tears.
Not long ago, she even turned the tide in a prestigious military court and won a resounding victory.
At this moment, she dangled from Situ Linchen's belt, swaying back and forth. It was both comical and pathetic.
Several gasps were heard around, but more were sounds of people holding their breath.
Ning Shuyin could guess that they wanted to laugh, but dared not.
All she wants now is to stabilize herself quickly, find another foothold, and get back on her feet.
However, just as she lifted her foot to step out, the military belt, which should have been indestructible, suddenly gave way under the strain.
"Clatter!"
The crisp sound of a button slipping open was exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor.
The next second, under the stunned gazes of all the fleet officers, including Muze—
She lost her support.
With a "thud," she landed face-first on the ground.
Because she wasn't far from the ground and there was a cushion, her fall wasn't too hard. She didn't feel any pain when her knee hit the cold floor.
The S-class combat suit I was wearing came in handy.
Ning Shuyin struggled to stand up from the ground, too ashamed to look up at the man in front of her.
But he stood right in front of her. Her gaze inevitably fell upon him.
To be precise, it landed on his waist.
Situ Linchen's military uniform jacket appeared slightly loose because it had lost its belt. His originally meticulous and aloof image instantly took on an indescribable air.
"Give me."
Situ Linchen's voice rang out, filled with displeasure.
Ning Shuyin was taken aback.
She looked up and was met with his gloomy face.
Those deep eyes were fixed on her.
The officers around him were clearly trying hard to control their expressions.
Someone is secretly laughing.
Some people looked at Ning Shuyin with pity, as if they were looking at a "dying person".
"For you?" Ning Shuyin was a little confused. "For what?"
Situ Linchen's chest heaved slightly, as if he was trying to control his emotions.
He took a step closer to her and lowered his voice: "Give me the belt."
Only then did Ning Shuyin realize that the black uniform belt she had torn off was still tightly clutched in her hand.
"I'm sorry." She hurriedly reached out and handed the belt back to Situ Linchen.
Situ Linchen took the belt but did not immediately fasten it.
He simply held the belt casually in his hand, then swept his cold gaze over all his subordinates present.
"All of you, step back."
He only said three words, his voice was not loud, but it was full of authority.
Upon receiving the instruction, everyone bowed again in unison, then turned around in perfect unison and filed out in single file, as if nothing had happened.
Mu Ze walked at the back, even "casually" closing the heavy alloy door of the corridor behind him.
With a click, the metal door closed.
The empty corridor was left with only Situ Linchen and Ning Shuyin, and an awkward silence hanging in the air.
"Ning Shuyin."
Situ Linchen's deep voice rang out.
"Tell me," his voice drew closer, "Did you do that on purpose just now?"
Ning Shuyin looked up.
She saw Situ Linchen holding the belt in his hand, walking towards her step by step.
His steps were steady and powerful, each one echoing in the quiet corridor.
That's it, he'll probably have to settle accounts with her "separately".
Ning Shuyin instinctively took a step back.
But he continued to close in.
She took another step back until her back pressed against the wall.
Situ Linchen finally stopped in front of her.
His hand slowly braced against the wall beside her ear, trapping her within his aura.
Up close, she could even see every single line on his light-colored lips.
“I didn’t mean to, Marshal,” she shook her head in denial.
"Not on purpose?" he repeated coldly, his eyes filled with obvious suspicion.
"First, you splashed water all over me in the command room. Now, in front of all my subordinates, you ripped off my belt. Ning Shuyin, it's hard for me to believe you didn't do it on purpose."
After he finished speaking, he handed the belt in his hand to her.
This is the "evidence" that she got into trouble.
His actions were not intimate in any way, and could even be described as restrained.
But the black leather between the two not only carries many ambiguous implications, but also has more dangerous uses.
Ning Shuyin's fingertips trembled slightly.
In her mind, she could already picture him pinning her against the wall and slapping her repeatedly.
Her survival instinct made her want to explain.
But what could she say?
He claimed to be carrying a "misfortune experience card"?
If I told you, I'd probably be in the Alliance Mental Hospital any second now. Her first visitor was most likely Loran.
Weighing the pros and cons, she finally bit her lip and stubbornly made up a few words: "In order to... get your attention."
Having said that, Ning Shuyin was ready to face his challenge.
Mocking, ridiculing, humiliating.
However, Situ Linchen's reaction was beyond her expectations.
His originally gloomy expression miraculously softened a bit after a brief silence.
He withdrew his hand from the wall and also took back the belt.
"Where would you like to go on our next date?"
His voice suddenly became flat, as if the questioning had never happened.
Ning Shuyin was taken aback by his question.
She was having a hard time keeping up with his jumping thoughts.
"Huh?" She looked at him, somewhat bewildered.
"For our next date," Situ Linchen repeated, "is there anywhere you'd like to go?"
Ning Shuyin hadn't recovered from the incident of "tearing off the marshal's belt in public," but his anger had already subsided.
But choosing a date location gave Ning Shuyin a headache.
She didn't want to go to a place like the resonance chamber again.
During her date with Loran, she deliberately chose to avoid the ambiguous ruins, but unexpectedly brought trouble upon herself.
You said you wanted to go to a "more ordinary" place?
What if this marshal's understanding of "ordinary" is interstellar jump combat drills or observation trips to high-risk areas...
Letting her choose is like dancing precisely on a minefield.
So she simply gave up and went all out.
"I don't know," she replied.
"Is that what I want?" he pressed, his gaze fixed on her shifting expression.
"Mm." Ning Shuyin could only nod.
"Then I'll find a special place and invite you there."
Situ Linchen didn't seem dissatisfied with her answer. He opened his personal terminal and glanced at the schedule.
"I need to go back to the spaceport to handle some matters now, so I can't send you back to Planet A." His gaze fell back on Ning Shuyin.
"Once the space station's orbit stabilizes, I'll take the free shuttle back." She had already planned out her return journey.
With only a little over 500 star coins on him, he couldn't afford any paid transportation on the space station, so he could only hitch a ride on the staff shuttle.
Situ Linchen nodded without saying anything more.
He stepped back half a step.
Ning Shuyin thought he was leaving.
He raised his hand and began to unbutton the top button of his military uniform.
Ning Shuyin's heart skipped a beat.
What is he planning to do? Is he going to do something inappropriate here?
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