Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Before Zhao Dong could react, Ding Lan gently crouched down, fitting herself against him perfectly.

Feeling that smooth, tight feeling, Zhao Dong was stunned. His mind went blank.

As the former campus belle, her looks and heavenly figure were just as he remembered them. That soft, supple place was still so tight, so captivating...

Ding Lan couldn't control herself. She let out a series of soft moans, her gaze becoming unfocused until she finally collapsed against Zhao Dong, completely limp.

A moment later, Ding Lan slid off Zhao Dong, propping her beautiful legs up as she draped herself over the edge of the bathtub.

She turned her head and gave Zhao Dong a coquettish smile, her beautiful face flushed with a seductive allure. Biting her lip, she spoke in a barely audible whisper, "I... I know you don't like to be passive... come... come on..."

Such a provocation had already pushed Zhao Dong past his limit. Ding Lan's posture was driving him insane!

Fuck! If I could still remain calm right now, would I even be a man?

He was at the very precipice. Ding Lan let out a muffled groan, her body trembling as she instinctively parted her most intimate place, ready to receive him.

However, just at that moment, Zhao Dong snapped back to his senses.

What the hell was I doing?!

His body shuddered. He stood up, took a deep breath, and looked at Ding Lan. "Ding Lan," he said hoarsely, "we've gone too far. Let's calm down."

Ding Lan turned around, her eyes suddenly reddening as she stared at him. "Zhao Dong, what are you saying?"

Zhao Dong enunciated every word. "I said, we've gone too far. We need to calm down. You have a boyfriend now."

Tears welled up in Ding Lan's eyes. She shook her head. "That's not true, Zhao Dong. Zhang Shaowen was never my boyfriend... I just told him we could start by getting to know each other as friends..."

"We still can't." Zhao Dong took a deep breath, suppressing the heat rising within him before leaving the bathroom.

Ding Lan stood rooted to the spot, on the verge of tears. She wiped her eyes and walked out, her gaze fixed on Zhao Dong. Unconcerned with her own complete nakedness, her beautiful, tear-filled eyes stared him down.

"Zhao Dong, everything that just happened was what I wanted. Are you that scared?"

"I've never forgotten you. Besides, it's not like this is the first time for us, is it?"

"Zhao Dong, do you really not have the slightest feeling left for me?" Ding Lan asked, her voice choked with tears.

Looking at the aggrieved beauty before him, Zhao Dong didn't know what to say. He sighed softly. "Ding Lan, our relationship isn't the same as it was back then."

"If I had really done something to you just now, what would that make us?"

After he spoke, Ding Lan froze.

Right! What would that make them?

She had been swept up in her feelings, ready to give herself to him. But if something had actually happened, how could it possibly end?

Ding Lan shook her head with a bitter smile and finally turned back toward the bathroom.

「Half an hour later.」

Dressed in his dried clothes, Zhao Dong prepared to leave the hotel. Ding Lan had also put her dress back on. She watched his retreating back, her gaze filled with longing.

Zhao Dong glanced back at her, wanting to say something but not knowing where to begin. In the end, he just shook his head helplessly and moved to open the door.

But just then, a sudden knock echoed through the room.

"Lanlan, are you in there?"

SWISH!

Ding Lan shot up from the bed, her face instantly turning pale. "Oh no! It's Zhang Shaowen!"

A look of panic crossed her face as she rushed to Zhao Dong's side, urgently pulling on his arm. "Zhao Dong, you have to hide, quickly."

"Hide?" Zhao Dong said coolly. "You and Zhang Shaowen aren't a couple. Why should I hide? I'm not going to skulk around like a thief."

If Zhang Shaowen were really her boyfriend, being caught like this would be genuinely awkward for Zhao Dong. But since they were just friends, what right did Zhang Shaowen have to dictate where Zhao Dong was or what he was doing with Ding Lan?

Zhao Dong's words, however, made Ding Lan's expression even more pained. She looked at him pleadingly. "Please, just hide for a bit. If he sees you here, he'll definitely be furious."

"Zhang Shaowen helped me with my promotion, my pay raise, and my professional title evaluation. He even paid off the one million yuan my mother owed."

"I really can't afford to offend him!"

Seeing that she was so anxious she was about to cry, Zhao Dong finally sighed in resignation. The situation was already awkward enough, and he didn't want to cause Ding Lan any more trouble. So, he turned and stepped into the nearby closet.

"Thank you... thank you..." Ding Lan said, her face filled with gratitude.

After straightening her clothes and composing her expression, she calmly opened the door.

The door swung open, and Zhang Shaowen, reeking of alcohol, stormed in furiously.

"What are you doing back here?" Ding Lan asked, her expression turning cold.

Zhang Shaowen raged, "What am I doing here? Ding Lan! You've got some nerve, daring to slap me?"

Ding Lan replied, a hint of guilt in her voice, "You went too far. Why else would I have slapped you?"

"Fine, fine!" Zhang Shaowen swayed as he sat on the bed, a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes. "I can let the slap slide."

"But Young Master Han and his friends are influential men from Provincial City. Do you have any idea what the consequences are for giving them the cold shoulder!?"

Ding Lan sneered. "Zhang Shaowen, are you even a man? They were the ones harassing me! Instead of standing up for me, you just went along with them! Ugh! You're disgusting!"

"Harassing?" Zhang Shaowen exploded. "Young Master Han and the others were just joking around! You call that harassment?"

"Did they touch you? Did they sleep with you? If you weren't so damn dramatic, would they have forced you to slap yourself?"