Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Chapter Four Hundred and Seventy: Interruption

At that thought, Leng Yue gritted her teeth and pulled down her leggings in one swift motion, followed by her black stockings.

At the same time, Zhao Dong instinctively glanced over. Black lace! Hmm, that suits Leng Yue's temperament perfectly! Pah! Zhao Dong, what nonsense are you thinking? Realizing his gaffe, Zhao Dong quickly averted his gaze.

"Can you… can you really heal it?" Leng Yue timidly extended her leg toward Zhao Dong, her voice laced with doubt. Although she knew he was powerful, she had never witnessed his medical skills before.

"Rest assured," Zhao Dong said proudly. "In the entire Provincial City, if I claim to be second in medical arts, no one would dare claim to be first."

Leng Yue giggled, amused by his demeanor. "You're acting just like a little kid showing off," she said with a smile.

"Ahem, be quiet. I'm starting the treatment now," Zhao Dong said, coughing awkwardly. He gathered Spiritual Energy in his hands and reached out to touch her leg.

Leng Yue's leg had a simple burn. As long as the residual heat was cleansed promptly, there would be no lasting damage. As his hands made contact, the cool Spiritual Energy sent a shiver through her, and she let out a soft moan.

Smooth! So incredibly smooth!

Zhao Dong looked up to see Leng Yue had already closed her eyes in comfort. Her red lips were slightly parted, and a crimson blush spread across her cheeks. She couldn't help but squirm, causing that glimpse of black lace to reappear before his eyes.

Instantly, a surge of heat flared in his lower abdomen. Unconsciously, his hands began to apply a little more pressure, one moving up her leg, the other moving down.

As he grasped her cool, jade-like foot, the sudden stimulus made Leng Yue instinctively try to pull her leg back.

"Mmm… that tickles~"

Leng Yue arched her back, her voice taking on an utterly seductive tone. Zhao Dong felt he was about to lose control.

A man's instinct!

It made him grip her foot even tighter. The more she complained about being tickled, the more he couldn't resist caressing the sole of her foot.

"Ah… Hahaha… What are you doing! It tickles so much! Let me go, let me go…"

Leng Yue began to roll around on the bed, but her movements only served to make Zhao Dong's actions more intense. Finally unable to bear it, she sat up abruptly to push him away. But just as she did, Zhao Dong was also rising.

SMACK!

The two of them collided, their lips pressing firmly together.

They both froze in shock, but neither pulled away. The next moment, Zhao Dong rolled over, pulling Leng Yue into a tight embrace. He roughly parted her lips, his tongue plunging inside.

"Mmm~"

Leng Yue's body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed. The stimulation intensified as Zhao Dong's hands slid upwards, taking firm hold of her.

"Zhao Dong… what… what are you doing…" Leng Yue whispered, overcome with shyness as she tried to push him away.

"At a time like this, what else could I be doing?" Zhao Dong murmured in a deep voice. He was at the point of no return, and besides, Leng Yue's attitude was clearly not one of rejection.

He was about to press on when a voice, choked with tears, suddenly called his name.

"Zhao Dong…"

Zhao Dong's body shuddered. He quickly looked up to see Leng Yue's beautiful, tear-filled eyes staring intently at him.

"I'm sorry, I… I lost control for a moment." He hastily started to get up.

But Leng Yue pulled him back down. She took his hand and placed it back on her body. Biting her lip gently, she trembled and said, "Zhao Dong, promise me… promise you'll always love me. No matter how many other women you have, you can't abandon me, okay?"

Tears welled up in her lovely eyes. The once ice-cold beauty looked so pitiful it tugged at one's heartstrings. In the end, she was just a vulnerable young woman. Wasn't her icy exterior just a way to protect a heart that was far more fragile than anyone else's?

Zhao Dong gently stroked her forehead. "Silly girl," he said softly. "As long as you're willing to be my woman, I'll never leave you."

"Zhao Dong… I love you… Take me…"

As she spoke, her hand slid down and boldly grasped him.

The air was thick with passion and burgeoning love. Everything felt natural, as if it was meant to be.

Just as the final moment was upon them…

BEEP BEEP BEEP…

A sharp, insistent ringing from a cell phone shattered the atmosphere.

"Wait, my phone…" Leng Yue said, her face flush with guilt as she reached to answer it.

Zhao Dong decisively held her hand down, his other hand continuing its teasing. "Don't answer it," he said, taking the phone from her, ready to continue.

"Zhao Dong, wait." Leng Yue quickly grabbed him. "That's my work phone. They wouldn't call unless it's an emergency." Her face was filled with guilt, her tone pleading. "I'm the director of the Inspection Bureau. I hope you can understand…"

Though deeply disappointed, Zhao Dong stopped. He handed the phone back to her and tenderly stroked her forehead. "It's okay. It's work. I understand."

Leng Yue immediately took the phone and answered. Sure enough, an anxious voice burst from the other end the moment she picked up. Her expression first turned to anger, then to excitement.

After she hung up, before Zhao Dong could even ask, she exclaimed, "They found a lead!"

"The people who tried to assassinate you?" Zhao Dong immediately grew serious.

"Yes!" Leng Yue said excitedly. "It's been confirmed that the people who tried to kill me are connected to the group stealing children in the Provincial City. It's almost certain the Black Dragon Association is behind it all. What's more, the person in charge is Japanese. The bureau wants me back there right away!"

"That's great," Zhao Dong said, his own excitement rising. "It's easy to dodge a spear in the open but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. As long as we can draw the mastermind out, everything will be much easier to handle." Then, his face fell with regret. "So… you have to leave now?"

"I'm sorry…" Leng Yue nestled against his chest, unwilling to go. "I don't want to leave, but…"

"It's okay. Work is more important, especially since these are the people who tried to kill you," Zhao Dong said, stroking her body one last time.

"You bad boy, you're still touching me?" she said, playfully slapping his hand. She then sat up and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I already see myself as your woman. Don't worry, I promise I'll give myself to you next time, okay?"

"Mhm, okay!" Zhao Dong nodded in agreement.

They dressed and left the Leng family's home together. By the time they departed, Leng Yue's parents were already asleep, so they didn't disturb the older couple.

After saying goodbye to Leng Yue, Zhao Dong walked alone through the streets late at night, a sudden emptiness growing in his heart.

I wonder where that girl Qing Yu went. It's so late, surely she's not still wandering the streets?

The thought of Qing Yu brought a pang of guilt. While he was lost in the moment with Leng Yue, he hadn't thought of Qing Yu at all. Now that he was alone, she came to mind.

After a moment of thought, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number.