Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Zhao Qirou bit her lip, her cheek flushed, and said again, "I said... I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Absolutely not," Zhao Dong replied without a second thought. "You're a grown woman. I'm taking you home."

Zhao Qirou's temper flared at his words. She shook off his hand and stormed away without a backward glance.

Behind her, Zhao Dong said with a wry smile, "Qirou, be good. Let your brother take you home."

"No! I really don't want to go home and sleep tonight. Just take me to a hotel, that'll be fine."

Zhao Dong scratched his head. Knowing how stubborn she could be, he could only agree helplessly. "Alright, alright, fine. I promise, I'll take you to a hotel. Just stop walking off."

Zhao Qirou immediately stopped and turned, beaming radiantly at Zhao Dong. "I knew you couldn't bear to leave me, brother."

Zhao Dong sighed, truly at his wit's end with her. The two of them hailed a cab and headed for a hotel.

They soon arrived at the entrance of the East Sea Venus Hotel. After they got out of the car, Zhao Dong looked at Zhao Qirou and said, "Okay, you go on up and get some rest. Don't go wandering around late at night. Got it?"

Zhao Qirou pouted pitifully. "Brother, please take me upstairs? Stay with me for a little while. I'm a bit scared to be in a hotel room all by myself."

A headache began to throb in Zhao Dong's temples. "You're scared, yet you insist on staying at a hotel? Are you messing with me?"

However, seeing her pitiful expression, Zhao Dong was truly helpless. He gave her an exasperated look and led her into the hotel.

After getting a room, they rode the elevator up. In the enclosed space, everything was quiet. A drunken flush colored Zhao Qirou's cheeks, making her look incredibly enchanting. Today, she was wearing a hip-hugging skirt that revealed her delicate, snow-white collarbones. A cascade of ink-black hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her delicate, oval face. There was no denying that Zhao Qirou was a gorgeous woman.

She held onto Zhao Dong's arm, her body swaying slightly and her eyes a bit unfocused. "Brother, I think... I drank a little too much tonight. My head is spinning."

Zhao Dong supported her, gently chiding, "You can't drink this much next time. A girl drinking so much outside could easily be taken advantage of."

"I'm not afraid. After all... you're here with me."

Zhao Qirou opened her alluring eyes wide. They were watery depths brimming with tenderness as she gazed at him, a slow smile curving her lips. "Brother, you're so handsome. I like men like you."

Zhao Dong's face flushed, and he put on a stern expression. "Stop talking nonsense! Your modeling circle is full of handsome guys."

"Not at all. They're all a bunch of effeminate pretty boys who wear makeup and grow their hair long. They don't have an ounce of masculinity. I don't like that type at all. Not like you, brother. You're a real man!"

Zhao Dong just smiled helplessly and said nothing. They soon reached their floor and stepped out of the elevator. Zhao Qirou's steps were unsteady, her body swaying from side to side. The effects of the alcohol had been suppressed earlier, but the jolting car ride combined with the cool breeze had caused them to surge back up.

An expression of discomfort crossed her face as she staggered along beside him. He sighed, then suddenly scooped her into his arms and strode toward the room door.

Her vision blurred, and the next thing she knew, she was in Zhao Dong's arms. Feeling his broad chest and seeing his resolute profile, a blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks. "Brother, I like you..."

"I like you too," Zhao Dong said calmly.

"No... not the kind of affection between siblings. I mean the kind between a man and a woman."

Zhao Dong frowned. "You're drunk. Stop talking nonsense."

"I'm not drunk! And I'm not talking nonsense! What's wrong with me liking you? We aren't related by blood. You know Mom and Dad adopted me."

Zhao Dong remained silent, his footsteps never faltering. Zhao Qirou clung to his neck, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "Brother, I really like you, and I know you like me too... Don't feel pressured. No one would say anything if we got together."

He gave her a deep look but said nothing more. They quickly arrived at the room door. He hesitated for a second before carrying her inside.

Once in the room, Zhao Dong carefully placed her on the large bed and poured her a glass of water. "Drink some water. Does your head still hurt?"

Zhao Qirou sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against his shoulder in a daze. "It still hurts a little, and I feel dizzy. Brother, don't leave just yet. Let me lean on you for a bit."

Zhao Dong stroked her head and held the glass to her lips. "Drink a little water."

She took a few small sips, but then her body swayed, and she accidentally knocked the glass. Water splashed all over the front of her dress, soaking the fabric. It clung to her voluptuous mounds, and her alluring figure was suddenly on full display.

Both of them froze. Zhao Qirou's face turned so red it looked like it could bleed. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him. Zhao Dong's mind went completely blank, and he had no idea what to do.

He coughed. "Qirou... um, you should get some rest. I'll be leaving now."

Just as he got up to go, her hand gently tugged on his. Her faint voice came from behind him, "Brother, don't go... Stay with me tonight, okay?"

Zhao Dong froze. Without turning around, he said in a low voice, "Qirou, you're my sister. We really can't..."

"No! We're not related by blood! Brother, we grew up together. Have you really not felt how much I've liked you all these years? I know you like me too. Why are you so afraid to admit it?"

"I've only ever thought of you as my little sister. My affection for you is that of a brother for his sister."

Zhao Qirou laughed, but her eyes welled up with tears. "Okay, so you like me as a sister, right? Then let me ask you this, Zhao Dong: if I were to date someone else, to sleep with someone else, wouldn't you feel hurt?"

Zhao Dong's heart clenched. An indescribable feeling washed over him. He... he would indeed feel hurt. But... he had always seen her as his sister...

"Brother, I like you, and I'm brave enough to say it out loud. Why aren't you?"

"I..."

Before he could finish, her beautiful face was right in front of his, and her soft, cool lips gently pressed against his own. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils, making him dazed. He could feel her softness, and then the shy, cool touch of her tongue, like a timid little thief slipping past his defenses.

It was obviously her first time; she was incredibly shy and clumsy. A deep blush stained her face, and her breathing grew ragged. Zhao Dong didn't close his eyes. He just gazed at her captivating face as she movingly expressed her love for him.

Her arms tightened around his neck. Before he could react, she pushed him back, and they both tumbled onto the bed. He could feel the full length of her perfect body against his, and his mind went blank. Her tongue seemed to possess a magic of its own, freezing his thoughts and leaving him to watch, stunned, as she grew bolder...

Zhao Dong struggled to calm himself, even as his body felt like it was about to explode with heat. "Qirou, you're drunk. We can't do this..."

"I'm not drunk, brother... I love you. I want to be with you forever. I want to be your woman..."

Zhao Qirou cupped his face, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, word by word, "Zhao Dong, take me."