After gently thanking Sister Jiang, Song Qingya turned and got into another car.
Xiao Yang, sitting in the driver’s seat, watched Song Qingya get in through the rearview mirror. He asked nervously, "Is Mr. Fei alright? Should we find a nearby clinic to get him an IV drip?"
"No need. Just speed up. Get us ho quickly."
As she said this, she could feel a slight warmth on her cheeks.
Fei Jin had been holding back for a very, very long ti. Finally, at this mont, he grabbed Song Qingya’s fingers.
His hand was cool to the touch, and he gripped hers tightly, unwilling to let go.
Sensing this change, Song Qingya’s breathing grew ragged.
’I can’t believe that, at a ti like this, even with my Female General persona not yet fully faded, I’m unable to break free from Fei Jin’s embrace.’
"Fei Jin, snap out of it... We’re still in the car... Mmph."
Just as she was about to say more, the sensation Fei Jin caused made her cover her mouth.
She was terrified of accidentally making a sound that Xiao Yang, who was driving up front, might hear.
But at this mont, Fei Jin had clearly lost all self-control.
He threw himself onto Song Qingya, refusing to let go no matter what.
"Qingya, don’t move. Just let hold you."
"You..."
"Just for a bit. I just want to hold you..."
Fei Jin’s voice was full of pleading.
"You don’t like anymore."
That sentence seed to echo in his mind. ’Oh, god!’
Song Qingya had never felt so utterly wronged.
At this mont, her feelings were a complicated mix of heartache and helplessness.
"That’s not true."
She gently stroked Fei Jin’s short, prickly hair.
"You’re not thinking clearly right now. Don’t talk. We’ll be ho soon."
"No."
Fei Jin’s tone was stubborn.
Fei Jin repeated himself.
"You don’t like , right? You won’t even let hold you. You don’t like , I know it."
His voice trembled, making one’s heart ache for him.
Song Qingya’s face was so red you could have fried an egg on it.
At that mont, she didn’t know what to say.
’After taking that dicine, he can’t even speak clearly. He’s like a completely different person.’
’He’s no longer rational, acting just like a child.’
’There’s nothing to be done...’
Song Qingya could only let him hold her.
His body was as hot as a furnace.
"Don’t move. You sll so good... Actually, I’ve always wanted to tell you, Qingya, I really love your scent..."
"I know."
Song Qingya replied softly.
The corners of her lips couldn’t help but curl upward.
"Actually, every ti, I was afraid to touch you. You’re so delicate, and I’m a brute. I was worried I’d hurt you, so... I always took care of it myself before..."
Fei Jin’s words made Song Qingya’s heart skip a few beats, and her face flushed an even deeper shade of red.
Song Qingya quickly covered his mouth to stop him from saying anything more embarrassing.
But Fei Jin continued to pour his heart out—
"Qingya, you really don’t despise ? Before, you’d get scared even if we were just in the sa room. I was really hurt back then."
’I never thought that this man, who always seems so cold on the outside, could harbor such intense insecurity.’
’So he isn’t as tough as he appears. He needs comfort and understanding, too.’
Song Qingya’s voice softened.
"Fei Jin, I don’t dislike you, really. The past is in the past, and I’m not the sa person I was before. My heart is slowly changing, and I hope you can feel that change."
Under the influence of the dicine, Fei Jin held nothing back.
His sincerity and frankness only made her feel more affection for him.
When she managed to say, "Don’t kiss ," she found she couldn’t stop him at all.
’He’s completely out of control!’
He wasn’t listening to her at all. The man who would normally stop the mont she asked was completely gone.
Up front, Xiao Yang’s face had long since turned bright red.
’If Mr. Fei finds out about this tomorrow, is he going to silence for good?’ he thought.
Xiao Yang subconsciously stepped on the gas.
Only one thought ran through his mind.
’Just drive faster!’
...
The olive-drab jeep screeched to a halt outside the family housing compound.
When Song Qingya got out of the car, her steps were a little unsteady.
She deliberately covered the hickey on her neck.
Luckily, it wasn’t light out yet, or else everyone would have seen it clearly.
Fei Jin could already walk on his own, his back ramrod straight. He looked no different than usual.
He walked with asured steps.
The only difference was the unnatural flush still on his face.
"Sister-in-law, I’m going to get the other car and check on Wen Xiuxiu!"
The mont the words were out of his mouth, Xiao Yang couldn’t wait to turn tail and run.
"You two take your ti, I’m leaving now."
Before he even finished speaking, he had vanished.
Blushing, Song Qingya closed the courtyard gate.
Suddenly, she felt her feet leave the ground as a pair of warm, strong arms swept her up into a bridal carry.
Fei Jin greedily inhaled her scent, his nose brushing lightly against her earlobe.
Song Qingya tapped him with the tip of her foot and whispered in his ear, "Be gentle. Don’t hurt ."
Her words were like gasoline on a fire.
Fei Jin could no longer hold back his feelings.
He kicked the door open with one foot, and with a dull THUD, laid her down on the soft, large bed.
His fingers trembled slightly as he tore at the buttons of his clothes.
An indescribable tension filled the air.
「The next day at noon.」
The door to the Fei Family’s house was still shut tight, and everything was exceptionally quiet.
Aunt Fang ca over with a basket of fabric, needles, and thread, wanting to ask Song Qingya what kind of pattern would look good embroidered on a pair of shoes.
Song Qingya definitely had a better sense of aesthetics than most people and would be able to give her so unique suggestions.
But today, Aunt Fang waited for a long ti. She went out to check many tis, but the Fei Family’s main gate remained closed, with no sign of movent.
’Strange. I didn’t hear that Mr. Fei and Sister Qingya were going out. I hope nothing’s wrong.’
Aunt Fang was puzzled.
She peeked through the crack in the gate, trying to see if she could spot anything amiss.
But aside from the tightly shut gate, she couldn’t see a thing.
Just then, Xiao Yang, who was walking over, saw her and quickly pulled her away.
"Sister-in-law Fang, don’t do that. Mr. Fei and our Sister-in-law are inside."
Xiao Yang urged anxiously.
"Huh? They’re inside?"
Aunt Fang’s voice shot up in surprise, her eyes wide as saucers.
"What ti do you think it is? It’s almost noon, and they’re still sleeping? Isn’t your Mr. Fei supposed to be training the troops today?"
"There was training scheduled, but... Mr. Fei had sothing to take care of. I submitted a leave request for him."
Xiao Yang explained.
"Taking leave again?"
Aunt Fang repeated, her face a mask of confusion.
"Mr. Fei isn’t that kind of person. He’s usually busy as a bee, practically living at the barracks."
Aunt Fang muttered to herself.
’It seems things have been different ever since that girl Qingya arrived.’
’Mr. Fei is completely smitten with her now. I wonder what tricks Qingya used.’
’Tomorrow, I’ll have to ask Qingya for so pointers.’
So, Aunt Fang tossed her basket down by the gate and sat down.
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