"I’ll just look at the scar left by your gunshot wound, nothing else."
Song Baiyan listened to her soft assurance, patted her shoulder blade lightly with his large hand, and sighed into her ear: "Late at night, a girl wanting to see a man’s body, don’t you feel embarrassed?"
"Are we not lovers?" Tang Li argued for herself: "It’s not feudal tis anymore. When I was in Diannan, the weather was hot, I’ve seen plenty of n walking on the street shirtless. There’s sothing I want to say, but I’m afraid you won’t be pleased to hear it."
"What is it?"
"I think you’re overthinking it. That’s why, whatever I say or do, you always think I have bad intentions, but actually, I really don’t an anything else."
Song Baiyan couldn’t help but chuckle: "So it turns out I’ve wronged you?"
"Isn’t that the case?"
Tang Li’s voice ca through: "I heard from Director Bai that you were shot before, and I’ve always been a bit worried, so I wanted to take a look. It’s you who thinks too badly of ."
Hearing this, Song Baiyan tightened his embrace around her.
Tang Li continued: "I know you feel I’m too young, you can’t relax in front of . How about this, I’ll stand outside the glass door, you lock the door then undress. That way, you don’t have to worry about doing anything to you."
"..." That statent sounded as if their genders had been swapped.
For Song Baiyan, being shirtless wasn’t a big deal.
In the past in the military, especially in the sumr, after training and sweating, taking a shower, lighting a cigarette, wearing only trousers and sitting in a chair to read a book to pass the ti — in the Special Forces, there were basically no female soldiers, so there was no need to worry about the opposite sex suddenly entering; it was all big n, wearing whatever in the dormitory didn’t matter.
Whether it was in military school or in the military, rigorous physical training was essential, so over ti, physique was built.
Tang Li hugged Song Baiyan, through his pajamas, she could feel the man’s robust figure, not as thin as when she first t him in her past life.
Then, she voluntarily let go of Song Baiyan.
Tang Li stood up and chose a corner to stand in: "I’ll just stand here."
Song Baiyan didn’t know whether to laugh or feel a headache, sitting at the edge of the bed, hands propping up his thighs, looking at Tang Li’s stubborn deanor stuck in a narrow mindset, after a while, he finally spoke: "Do you really want to see it?"
Tang Li nodded from the corner.
As if making a compromise, Song Baiyan stood up.
Tang Li’s hands clasped behind her, eyes fixed unblinkingly on Song Baiyan’s figure, watching him unbutton his pajamas, and when Song Baiyan actually took off his pajamas, revealing his broad and straight back, her gaze could no longer move away from his exposed upper body.
On Song Baiyan’s right shoulder blade, there was a scar from a gunshot wound.
Bai Yiqian had said Song Baiyan retired due to a severe injury, Tang Li thought it must be this gunshot, the injury to the shoulder blade, definitely affecting his ability as a sniper.
When Song Baiyan turned around, Tang Li’s face instantly turned red as if filled with blood.
She turned around, her cheeks pressing against the cold wall.
As for her mind, it was still occupied by the man’s solid chest, sexy abdominal muscles, seemingly even with an Adonis belt, behind her, Song Baiyan’s teasing voice ca: "Didn’t you want to see? Now you’re too scared to look?"
Tang Li was like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, motionless.
A mont later, the sound of a lighter was heard.
A warm breeze blew in, the glass door had been opened.
Unable to resist, Tang Li turned her head to look, only to see Song Baiyan sitting on a wicker chair by the glass door, still not dressed in his pajamas, his left hand holding a pack of cigarettes, his right hand pinching a lit cigarette, and just as he looked up, he caught her peeking, a smile appearing in his eyes: "Where’s that fearless bravado from just now?"
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