Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

"This..." Zhao Dong froze, completely at a loss.

He wanted to leave, afraid that with the alcohol coursing through their veins, something regrettable might happen. As a man, he could just pull up his pants and walk away without a second thought. But what if Wang Jing regretted it after she sobered up? She was already in such a pitiable state; he couldn't bear to hurt her a second time.

"Please..." Wang Jing murmured, nuzzling her head against Zhao Dong's chest with a pleading look.

The sight immediately sent Zhao Dong back in time. Although the Wang Jing of the past had been gentle, there were inevitably times when they angered each other. Whenever he got angry, or whenever she asked him to do something he was reluctant to do, she would nuzzle against his chest just like this. Each time, it left Zhao Dong in a bit of a daze. This time was no different...

With a helpless, wry smile, Zhao Dong relented. "Alright, I'll stay. You should get some rest."

He then walked into the living room and pointed to the sofa. "I'll sleep out here tonight. You stay in the room with Xiao Ya."

"Okay! Sit down, I'll get you some water!" Overjoyed, Wang Jing pulled Zhao Dong over to the sofa and scurried off to pour him a glass. After he took the water, she didn't leave, but instead sat down quietly beside him, just watching him.

"Zhao Dong... c-can I hug you?" Wang Jing suddenly asked, her face flushing red.

Zhao Dong's heart skipped a beat. I should refuse, but I'm afraid she'll think I'm disgusted by her.

"Of course," Zhao Dong smiled and agreed.

Wang Jing leaned in, pressing her body against his. As he held the soft, fragrant woman in his arms, the atmosphere instantly grew ambiguous.

"Zhao Dong, do you really not find me repulsive?" Wang Jing suddenly asked.

Zhao Dong chuckled. "In my heart, you've always just been Wang Jing. Why would I ever find you repulsive?"

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...

Zhao Dong's words sent Wang Jing's heart racing.

A passion like dry tinder meeting a flame ignited, and Zhao Dong felt a wave of heat rush through him. He hastily reached for the glass of water on the table, but his hand trembled, and he spilled it all over Wang Jing.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." Startled, Zhao Dong quickly tried to wipe the water away with his hand. But the moment his hand made contact, he froze. He realized his hand was cupping one of her full, firm breasts.

"Ngh..." The sudden jolt of sensation made Wang Jing's eyes glaze over as she let out a soft moan.

"I... I didn't mean to..." Zhao Dong stammered, about to pull his hand back in shock.

But Wang Jing caught his hand and pressed it firmly against her, leaning her body even closer. "It's... it's fine... I don't mind..."

As she spoke, she once again leaned her face toward his. This time, she moved so quickly that before Zhao Dong's mind could process it, their lips crashed together. He felt a soft, tender warmth pry his lips open and slip inside his mouth.

The dual assault on his senses—the feeling on his lips and in his hand—shattered the last of his restraint. I'm a man, after all! Wang Jing has made her intentions clear several times, and now things have gone this far. If I still don't react, what kind of man am I?

With that, Zhao Dong pulled her into a fierce embrace, his hands beginning to roam.

"Zhao... Zhao Dong... I... I like you... I really like you so much..." Her whispered words fanned the flames of his desire. His right hand slipped under her shirt, closing around a handful of soft fullness.

"Mmm..." Wang Jing had not been a stranger to intimacy in the past, but after her divorce, she hadn't been with a man for years. It would be a lie to say she had no desire. Now, reunited with her former love amidst this fiery passion, she wanted nothing more than to possess him completely. She broke their kiss, pushed him down onto the sofa, and quickly slipped out of her clothes.

"Zhao Dong... I... I want to give myself to you..." she whispered, guiding his hand to her thigh before pushing his own clothes aside. Her body moved downward, and a moment later, Zhao Dong felt himself enveloped in a soft, wet warmth. After a brief, intense moment, she moved to straddle him.

"Wait!" Zhao Dong suddenly stopped her.

Wang Jing froze, her eyes welling up with red, hurt tears. "We've come this far, and you still find me repulsive?"

"No, no, that's not it at all," Zhao Dong said, quickly sitting up to explain. "It's just... we've had too much to drink tonight. I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret this."

"I won't regret it... Zhao Dong, please, take me... okay?"

Zhao Dong shook his head, his voice hoarse. "Go get some rest. You've had a long day."

Wang Jing bit her lip. "Zhao Dong," she said softly, "if you won't take me tonight... I have a request. Can I just sleep in your arms?"

Zhao Dong gave a bitter smile, unsure of what to do. Blushing, Wang Jing gently nestled into his embrace, feeling as if the entire world had become warm and safe.

Before long, Wang Jing drifted into a deep sleep. Gazing at her peaceful face, Zhao Dong sighed inwardly. She's the kind of woman who makes your heart ache for her. In her sleep, the corners of Wang Jing's mouth curled into a smile, lost in some beautiful dream.

Zhao Dong was filled with a complex mix of emotions. I never imagined that this trip to Provincial City would lead me to her—to the Wang Jing who still looks at me as if I'm her whole world. After a while, he too drifted off to sleep.

「The next day.」

The two were jolted awake by a startling cry.

"Bad man! Let go of my mommy! Let her go!" Xiao Ya's little fists hammered against Zhao Dong's leg, her chubby face contorted in a furious glare as if she wanted to beat him to death.

Startled awake, the two of them quickly pulled apart.

"Xiao Ya, you... don't misunderstand!" Wang Jing explained, flustered and embarrassed. "This uncle came over last night to help treat your illness."