Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Zhao Dong's breath froze, his eyes locking onto her.

Jiang Nianyu's body was entirely revealed before him—snowy white, perfect, without a single flaw. Her arms were loosely held before her, a shy blush flushing her cheeks as her beautiful eyes gazed at Zhao Dong.

When their eyes met, Zhao Dong's mind went completely blank.

"Zhao Dong... take me... I... it's unbearable."

With just those words, she gently pressed her body against his. A soft, enchanting figure was now in his arms, her eyes filled with a searing desire. The effects of the Zixuan Grass left her utterly unable to control herself.

Her slender, snow-white hands reached out to him, gently untying his pajamas. Her body trembled slightly as she looked up at him. Zhao Dong gazed back, his rationality completely erased by her presence. All that remained was a restlessness surging from the depths of his being.

Jiang Nianyu pressed her red lips to his ear, her warm breath caressing his earlobe.

"Zhao Dong... I... it's unbearable..."

It felt as if a jolt of electricity shot through Zhao Dong, making his entire being tingle, right up to the crown of his head. The sensation was indescribable, rendering him powerless to resist. No man could have restrained himself in that moment.

A crimson glint flared in Zhao Dong's eyes. He hugged Jiang Nianyu tightly, his voice hoarse. "Nianyu, don't make me do this..."

"Zhao Dong... I... I'm really suffering. I'm begging you... please... take me..."

Her body was growing hotter by the second, all due to the Zixuan Grass. Its effects were far too potent for her, and she was on the verge of collapse. If this surging energy was not properly channeled, she might truly rupture her meridians and die from her body exploding.

Zhao Dong clenched his jaw, torn. What should I do? Should I really sleep with her? But… isn't this wrong?

He took a ragged breath, his voice raspy. "Nianyu, try to calm down. Don't be impulsive. There's no coming back from something like this."

"I'm not being impulsive. I just... I want you... so badly... Zhao Dong, I like you... I'm willing to give myself to you... Please... hurry..."

Her last words came out as a pained murmur. Zhao Dong could no longer hold back; a flash of crimson ignited in his eyes. He swept her into his arms and onto the bed, where her hair cascaded like a waterfall across the snow-white sheets.

Gazing down at the woman beneath him, a torrent of emotion washed over Zhao Dong. Even now, he fought to maintain control, unsure how much longer he could resist losing himself completely in her tender embrace.

Just then, her body writhed like a water snake, burning with fever. She clutched the pillow tightly, her entire frame trembling. Her voice shook with a pained heat. "Zhao Dong, I'm begging you... please... will you...?"

She suddenly lunged for him, clinging tightly as if trying to transfer her scorching body heat.

A dam broke in Zhao Dong's mind. The heat he had been suppressing finally erupted without restraint. His lips found her snowy neck, and in an instant, she too was set ablaze, responding to him with a frantic passion of her own.

The temperature in the room seemed to spike in an instant.

After an indeterminate time, Zhao Dong's voice was a low rumble. "Nianyu, are you sure you won't regret this?"

Jiang Nianyu cupped his face in her hands. Her own face, flushed and beautiful, was full of deep affection. She said nothing, instead answering him with a deep, lingering kiss.

Zhao Dong hesitated no longer and pulled her into a tight embrace.