Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Song Qingwan's delicate form left Zhao Dong momentarily stunned.

Indeed, she was even more beautiful up close. Her stunning face was marked with a heart-wrenching sorrow that would evoke compassion from any man. He stood by the bed while Song Qingwan hugged him from behind, letting her tears flow freely. The chill of her tears pierced his heart, and he sighed softly, caressing her smooth, long hair.

"Qingwan, you've had too much to drink," he said gently. "I know you're upset. Just get some sleep, and you'll feel better."

The alcohol was only now beginning to take effect, a drunken blush spreading across Song Qingwan's cheeks. She looked at Zhao Dong with a mournful gaze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Zhao Dong... tell me, why? Why is it that being serious about a relationship only leads to betrayal? Why... am I really not as good as other women?"

Zhao Dong whispered softly, "No, it just means you loved the wrong person. You're more beautiful, more captivating, and more heart-wrenching than any other woman."

A trace of confusion appeared in her eyes. "But... why would that bastard Zhang Xingze abandon me? He ruined three years of my life. He wasted three years of my life! I hate him! I hate him so much!"

Zhao Dong patted her back. "Don't let scum like him affect you. You're better than this."

"But... I feel so awful..." Song Qingwan covered her face and began to sob again. Indeed, Shen Yana's appearance today had been a severe blow to her. Zhao Dong didn't know how else to comfort her, so he sat on the edge of the bed and gently patted her back.

Just then, Song Qingwan abruptly lifted her tear-streaked face and looked at him. "Zhao Dong, do you think I'm beautiful?"

Zhao Dong was taken aback, responding instinctively, "Of course you're beautiful. What is it?"

"Good!"

The moment she finished speaking, Song Qingwan threw her arms around Zhao Dong and pressed her lips against his. A soft, cool sensation overwhelmed him, leaving him stunned. He pushed her away.

"You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk! Zhao Dong, I want to let go, just this once... For the past three years, I've been a clown, a fool. But not today... Today, I just want to live for myself, without holding anything back!"

Having said that, Song Qingwan once again pressed her red lips to his. Seconds later, tears shimmering in her eyes, she said passionately, "Zhao Dong, I can't accept this! That bastard Zhang Xingze has a woman, so why can't I have a man? Zhao Dong, take me. I haven't had much contact with men for so many years; besides Zhang Xingze, there's only been you. My gut tells me you're a good person. If you don't... mind... I'm willing to give myself to you."

A fire erupted within Zhao Dong. Song Qingwan's exquisite figure was perfectly displayed before him! Coupled with her angelic face, Zhao Dong... found it incredibly difficult to restrain himself!

Song Qingwan's lips gently pressed against his again.

The fire in Zhao Dong's heart ignited instantly. He held her tightly, fervently claiming her sweetness.

Song Qingwan whimpered, her eyes glazing over. Her mind swam, and she felt as if she were falling into a whirlpool.

Zhao Dong had also had some alcohol earlier, but he hadn't intentionally used his Spiritual Energy to mitigate its effects. Now, it was beginning to rush to his head. He cradled Song Qingwan's stunning face in one hand, relentlessly ravishing her captivating lips.

Song Qingwan's gaze grew hazy with desire, her face flushed crimson. Uncontrollable murmurs and soft moans escaped her lips, making his heart race. She had never experienced anything like this before. Zhao Dong's passionate assault was causing her to lose herself completely.

She half-opened her eyes and glanced at him, her mind growing even more muddled as the alcohol's grip tightened.

Zhao Dong's hand continued its descent...

Suddenly, Song Qingwan let out a soft, shy moan.

She instinctively tried to stop him, but what hope did she have? Soon, her defenses crumbled. Her body trembled intermittently, every muscle tensed. She felt like she was going mad.

Before they knew it, they had moved to the couch, their clothes scattered on the floor.

Looking down at the celestial beauty beneath him, Zhao Dong's breathing grew ragged.

Song Qingwan's cheeks were flushed a deep red. She bit her lush lips and turned her face to the side, burying it in a pillow, not daring to look at him. A stray lock of hair brushed against her jaw, enhancing the beauty of her profile.

His gaze traveled down from her delicate, alluring collarbone to what lay below...

Zhao Dong's breath hitched, and his heart seemed to skip a beat. So beautiful... Like the most perfect creation in all of heaven and earth! He swallowed hard, feeling as though he had been cast into a furnace.

With her eyes closed, Song Qingwan's body trembled slightly. It was a mixture of shyness, embarrassment, excitement, and a trace of fear. She was a little scared...

At that moment, the effects of the alcohol seemed to recede, and a sliver of clarity returned to her. She looked at the man before her, her expression shifting. How could I be doing something like this...?

Just then, Zhao Dong's hand rested on her leg...