Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Caressing her smooth, silk-stockinged legs, Zhao Dong froze.

RIIIP!

With a low cry from Song Qingwan, Zhao Dong tore through her thin stockings...

Song Qingwan closed her eyes, her face flushing with embarrassment. Biting her lip, she said in a trembling voice, "Zhao Dong, can you... can you be a little gentler?"

A flame burned in Zhao Dong's eyes. He said no more, poised and ready to thrust forward.

At that very moment, a single tear slid from the corner of Song Qingwan's eye.

Zhao Dong's heart lurched. Looking at the woman before him, he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingwan closed her eyes, choking back a sob. "Nothing... I... I don't know why I'm like this..."

Zhao Dong fell silent. The volcanic desire that had erupted in him just moments ago vanished completely.

Ultimately, she had been drinking, and on top of that, Zhang Xingze's provocation had driven her to do this—to offer herself to him. But... her emotions were clearly unstable right now.

Those two tears were like icy daggers, pricking his heart.

He gently leaned down and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes. Then, he lowered her legs, sat on the edge of the bed, and said softly, "Get some rest."

Song Qingwan opened her eyes, her gaze deep. "Zhao Dong, am I not pretty?"

Zhao Dong smiled. "No, you're very beautiful."

"Then... why don't you want me?"

Song Qingwan's eyes reddened, looking desolate and sad.

Zhao Dong pinched her delicate nose. "I'm afraid you'll get hurt. And I don't want you to do this with me on an impulse. That would be irresponsible of me."

A flicker of emotion appeared in her eyes. She hadn't expected him to stop at a moment like this. He really does care about me...

Biting her lip, she said, moved, "Zhao Dong, I'm not being impulsive. I'm willing to give myself to you."

Zhao Dong placed a finger on her lips. "Hush, let's not talk about this anymore. You've had too much to drink today."

"But..."

"No buts." Zhao Dong squinted at her. "If we get the chance, I hope you'll say these words to me again when you're sober. Then, I'll consider taking you."

Song Qingwan's face instantly turned crimson. She glanced at him shyly. "How do you know there'll be a next time? Maybe this is your one and only chance. Aren't you going to cherish it?"

Zhao Dong grinned. "And how do you know there won't be?"

Song Qingwan's body trembled slightly. She gazed deeply at him, then sat up and slid right into his lap.

She curled up in his arms like a kitten, her fingers gently stroking his resolute jawline as she murmured, her eyes distant, "Zhao Dong, if only all the men in the world were like you."

Zhao Dong shook his head. "No, you're wrong. I'm not a good man at all."

"Why?"

He paused for a moment before saying, "Because I have more than one woman."

Her hand trembled and stopped. After a few seconds, she gave a complex smile. "I see... But you're still far better than scum like Zhang Xingze. At least you're not a hypocrite. At least... you manage to treat every woman around you well, don't you?"

Zhao Dong smiled. "You're right about that."

Song Qingwan looked at him with her wistful eyes. "Then can I be your woman?"

Zhao Dong's large hand came to rest on her firm, full breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. He smirked, "What is it about me that you like so much?"

Song Qingwan pouted, two crimson blossoms appearing on her cheeks. "I don't know... but... I haven't been around many men. I just think you're... really nice!"

"That's it?"

"Yes!"

Song Qingwan nodded definitively, earning a wry smile from Zhao Dong.

He wasn't sure if Song Qingwan was being naive or just hopelessly innocent. For a woman who was such a powerhouse in her career, she was certainly the naive and sweet type when it came to relationships. She'd be an easy target for any man who wanted to deceive her. It was a good thing she wasn't the type to fool around and didn't interact much with the male celebrities in the entertainment industry. Otherwise, with her hopelessly romantic view of love, it would be a miracle if she wasn't cheated on!

Looking at her, Zhao Dong scratched his head and said, "How about this... why don't we get to know each other better? If you still think I'm a good guy after that..."

A smile bloomed on her gorgeous face. "You'll be willing to have me then?"

"I'll consider it!"

"You rogue! You make it sound like no one wants me, Song Qingwan! The line of men chasing me outside would stretch for blocks, and you're treating me like a backup? You're too much!"

There was a hint of playful complaint in her tone as her large eyes blinked at him.

Zhao Dong burst out laughing and gave her shapely rear a smack. Song Qingwan's whole body jolted as if struck by lightning, and an involuntary, soft moan escaped her throat.

"Ah..."

The next second, her face was red enough to bleed, and she was too embarrassed to look at him again.

That little sound sent a surge of heat through Zhao Dong's body. Looking at the Hongyan in his arms, he had to admire his own self-control!

Just then, a noise suddenly echoed up from the first floor of the villa. Zhao Dong immediately frowned and listened intently. Song Qingwan heard it too, and both their expressions changed in an instant.

It was her sister, Song Yan's, voice. But besides hers, there was also a man's voice.

Song Qingwan's face turned grim. "Why did Yan bring someone home? I told her she's not allowed to bring anyone here."

Zhao Dong touched his nose and chuckled wryly. "In that case, I shouldn't be here either."

Song Qingwan was taken aback, then realized her slip of the tongue and smiled. "I wasn't talking about you. I brought you back. Yan is still young, and I don't want her friends knowing where we live. I have to go see what's going on."

With that, she quickly got up and dressed, and Zhao Dong tidied himself up as well.

At the door, she hesitated. "Um... maybe you should wait here for a bit? If Yan sees you, she'll..."

Zhao Dong understood and smiled. "Alright, you go on ahead."

"Okay."

After one last look at him, Song Qingwan went downstairs.

In the living room, Song Yan was slumped on the sofa. Her face was flushed from drinking and her eyes were glazed over. On top of her was a young man! He had a thuggish air, with dyed blond hair and a lecherous grin. He was clearly drunk too and looked like some rich playboy.

His hands were roaming all over Song Yan. The two of them were kissing passionately on the sofa, their clothes in increasing disarray...

Song Yan seemed to be resisting a little, but she was likely too drunk, or perhaps she was truly swept up in the heat of the moment and had lost her head.

Her breathing grew ragged. At first, she seemed somewhat reserved, but gradually, she began to kiss the man back with fervor...

The pair were completely oblivious to Song Qingwan walking down the stairs. Since the back of the sofa faced the staircase, she didn't see the two of them at first. But when she heard unsettling noises, she frowned. She walked around the sofa and instantly took in the scene!

In a flash, Song Qingwan cried out, "Yan, what are you doing?!"