Chapter 1197: Chapter 1197: When It Cos to Shalessness, She’s No Match
He said, “Tsk tsk, with that small fra of yours, don’t talk about taking advantage, I could even go… deeper.”
Xi Luo closed her eyes and said nothing, turning her head to the side to tactically avoid the issue.
She admitted defeat.
When it ca to shalessness, she was ashad to be inferior.
After a chaotic struggle, Zong Zhan released Xi Luo.
Nothing had obviously happened, yet it felt as if sothing had.
Xi Luo tidied her shirt, glanced at the red marks on her shoulder, and pondered which shelf of the kitchen cabinet had the hot weapons?
Just after seven-thirty, a standard black Santana stopped at Emperor View North Garden.
Xi Luo was still hiding upstairs, not coming down; Zong Zhan knew she might be racking her brains on how to sche against him.
Outside the hallway door, orderly Xiong Ze in camouflage uniform walked in, “Boss, shall we set off now?”
Zong Zhan’s ankle rested on his knee, gesturing towards the stairs, “Your Sister Luo is upstairs.”
“Then I’ll go get her,” Xiong Ze said casually, starting up the stairs in his combat boots.
Zong Zhan pulled at his tight collar, “She’s in the master bedroom.”
Xiong Ze paused, turning back with a gossipy look, “Boss, really? It’s already like that?”
As he spoke, he raised his hands, giving two thumbs up that touched each other.
Zong Zhan squinted and took a drag from his cigarette, “After returning to the camp, five kiloters with weights, can’t finish it, don’t sleep.”
Xiong Ze’s hand gesture stopped abruptly.
…
Five minutes later, Xi Luo returned to the living room slowly, with Xiong Ze still following her, carrying a small suitcase.
She sat down without saying a word, took out a dical kit from under the coffee table, and silently applied dicine to her ankle.
Xiong Ze sneaked a glance at Zong Zhan, understood from his gaze, and took the suitcase out the door first.
Xi Luo didn’t know where she was going, nor did she ask. Over the past year or so, Zong Zhan often changed residences, like a cunning rabbit with three burrows.
But to Xi Luo’s surprise, nearing nine o’clock in the evening, the Santana stopped at a military training camp on the outskirts of Mi Cloud Mountain.
She was sure she hadn’t seen wrong; it was under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Capital Military Departnt.
Xi Luo slowly turned her head, staring expressionlessly at Zong Zhan, “Are you kidding ?”
In the front row, Xiong Ze didn’t hear their conversation because he was leaning out the car window, showing ID to the sentry brothers.
At this mont, Zong Zhan, who was resting his eyes, spoke leisurely, “Didn’t you want to ensure your safety? See who dares to co here.”
Xi Luo suddenly clenched her fist and retorted righteously, “What makes you think I dared?!”
At the military base, she’d have even less freedom once she entered.
“Aren’t you exceptionally capable?” Zong Zhan lifted his eyelids, tidying his cuffs, “Too late to be afraid now, no turning back once the bow is drawn.”
Just like that, Xi Luo had no room to resist, watching helplessly as the car drove past the gate and headed into the depths of the interior.
Always the free-spirited one, Xi Luo seed off ever since she joined the camp.
Fortunately, it was nightti, so Zong Zhan took her directly to his dormitory.
Then, a set of won’s camouflage was thrown on the bed by the man, “Start wearing this tomorrow.”
Xi Luo sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, arms crossed, face full of displeasure, “I refuse to wear clothes without a waistline.”
“Then stay naked,” Zong Zhan replied, taking off his jacket with his back to her, undoing his shirt buttons one by one, “I don’t mind.”
Listen, is that sothing a person should say?!
Xi Luo glanced at the entirely green bedding, feeling overwheld, “Zong Zhan, let’s talk.”
“Talk about what?” The man took off his white shirt in front of her, his strong and sturdy back lines fluid and powerful.
Xi Luo didn’t have ti to admire his physique, having seen it many tis before, and was immune.
But she still stared at Zong Zhan bending to pick up a green short-sleeve, unexpectedly quipping, “Have the guts to take off your pants.”
With a “click,” the hidden clasp of the belt sounded.
Zong Zhan, fully embracing his shalessness, yanked off his belt and tossed it on the bed, “Want to co over and have a look?”
Xi Luo got up and left; she just didn’t want to play along with him.
Top half she’d seen many tis, but not the bottom half. It was just a couple of ounces of flesh, probably not much to see.
Xi Luo feigned heading to the bathroom, quickly turning back just as she opened the door, preparing to sneak a peek.
And standing by the bed, Zong Zhan had sohow faced the bathroom direction, leisurely undoing buttons, gesturing to unzip.
Xi Luo felt she couldn’t wimp out now, so she just used her toes to prop the bathroom’s wooden door open, leaning against the doorfra to watch intently, “Go on!”
Zong Zhan’s actions paused, raising an eyebrow with a cold grin, “Trying to provoke , huh?”
“Let’s pretend I’ve never seen it, trying to broaden my horizons,” Xi Luo teased, lifting a lock of hair off her shoulder, her expression playful and sly, “If you don’t dare, send out right now…”
Zong Zhan undressed.
Xi Luo closed her eyes in silence.
Another round lost.
When a man starts being shaless, he’s destined to be invincible.
Xi Luo leaned against the door, lowering her head; despite the flirty talk, she was still a woman with a pure mind and body.
It wasn’t about premarital chastity, but over the years, Xi Luo never t a man she was willing to give her heart to.
Not a single one.
The British Imperial gentlen were impressive and elegant but lacked masculinity, behaving like mass-produced items.
Calling them gentle and courteous was flattering; in reality, they were all superficially dignified.
As for the dostic n, Xi Luo had t quite a few.
For instance, the alluring Shang Shaoyan, the charming He Chen, even Bai Yan who sold fried rice.
But Shang Shaoyan, she couldn’t handle.
He Chen was too similar to her, with no spark between them.
As for the one selling fried rice, forget it, not worth ntioning.
So, Xi Luo, like many single girls, seed experienced in love but, in reality… had nothing to show for it.
She didn’t reject being in love, yet day after day, she enjoyed being single.
Soon, Zong Zhan changed into new camouflage, walking up to her in army boots, “Had enough?”
Xi Luo lazily lifted her head; the man before her was in a full camouflage attire, wearing a camouflage hat. His handso face still carried a roguish smile, yet in the eyes, it turned into sothing robust and righteous.
n, either wear a military uniform to protect the country or a suit to strategize.
Suddenly, Xi Luo felt that whether protecting the country or strategizing, Zong Zhan could do it all.
This thought made her laugh to herself, then she turned and walked into the bathroom, slamming the wooden door shut.
She must be crazy to have such a thought.
Outside, Zong Zhan adjusted the brim of his hat, silently curled his thin lips, and then walked out of the dormitory.
At the training ground outside the camp, Zong Zhan took out his phone and called Zong Hesong.
On the other end, the old man’s impatient voice ca with the sound of playing mahjong, “You brat, calling so late at night? Can’t it wait till morning?”
“The identity I asked you for before, not settled yet?”
Zong Hesong held the phone with his shoulder and snorted, “If it were easy, why don’t you do it yourself?”
“If you can’t manage it, even less can I,” Zong Zhan leaned against a single bar, sighing with feigned regret, “Can only bla Xi Luo’s bad luck.”
The sound of playing mahjong stopped, and Zong Hesong covered the receiver, chuckling as he asked, “Ah, the identity is for Xiao Xi?”
“Yeah, it’s for her.”
As soon as Zong Zhan responded, Zong Hesong signaled the butler, “Old Chen, quickly send that press card to the third boy, as soon as possible, tonight.”
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