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In the following days, all of Qin Zheng’s filming projects at the military camp concluded. Zhou Yishu had already informed them that Shen Yihuan’s subsequent progress would not be synchronized with theirs.
Moreover, since Shen Yihuan’s leg injury had not fully healed, Qin Zheng and his team bid her farewell and left the next day.
As for the dormitories previously allocated to the film crew, they were virtually all reclaimed, especially since the only remaining photographer at the military camp slept in the captain’s single room every night.
Presumably, everyone thought they were engaging in something unsuitable for minors every night.
Only Shen Yihuan knew that Lu Zhou was practically sitting in meditation.
Although she was quite apprehensive about “that” with Lu Zhou at first—partly due to shyness, and partly because Lu Zhou had such excellent stamina that it could become a bit of a torment later on—it didn’t mean she was unwilling.
However, Lu Zhou would kiss and hug her, always teasing her with a full display of sensuality, only to abruptly stop all actions, ending things suddenly.
Shen Yihuan found it a bit frustrating.
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Lu Zhou had been quite busy lately, only appearing in the evenings.
Shen Yihuan roughly understood that it was because of the group they encountered last time. Daring to open fire on them with such heavy armament, leaving no chance of survival, meant that information had to be found out as quickly as possible.
Shen Yihuan knew that some matters involved military secrets, so she didn’t ask too many questions.
In the evening, she had just finished showering when Lu Zhou pushed open the bedroom door and entered.
Shen Yihuan was wearing a nightgown, her legs still not dry. She had one slipper on, the other leg bent, and was leaning against the wall, looking at him.
Lu Zhou paused, walked over, and steadied Shen Yihuan: “Why didn’t you wait for me to come back before showering?”
“...” Shen Yihuan looked at him, “Are you going to help me wash then?”
Lu Zhou picked her up and carried her to the bed, then fetched a dry towel from the bathroom, curling his lips: “It’s not impossible.”
“...”
Lu Zhou dried her wet legs, pulled open the bedside cabinet, took out a tube of ointment, and carefully applied it to the scar.
Shen Yihuan: “I think it seems a bit lighter.”
“Mm,” Lu Zhou glanced at it and nodded.
Shen Yihuan stretched out both hands, wiggled her fingers, and sang “ding ding ding,” her chin raised, showing off a bit as she patted her thigh: “Still a beautiful leg.”
Lu Zhou sat on the edge of the bed, watching the young girl’s movements, leaning back with his hands propped behind him, and began to laugh.
His voice was deep, as if imbued with endless pampering and indulgence.
Shen Yihuan lifted the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up to her upper thighs, just covering her buttocks, and gave Lu Zhou a flirtatious look: “Do you like it?”
Lu Zhou still laughed, answering honestly: “I like it.”
“Want to touch?”
Lu Zhou’s brow twitched: “Yes.”
Shen Yihuan generously rested her leg on his thigh, lifted her chin, and magnanimously offered: “Go ahead.”
Lu Zhou took her ankle, fitting it into the web of his hand, his thumb rubbing her calf. Body heat transferred through the skin contact.
Shen Yihuan felt a little ticklish. She pulled her leg back and asked him, “Can you touch it more... normally?”
“Hmm? How is ‘normal’?” Lu Zhou looked at her, actually asking quite seriously, “You teach me.”
“...”
Shen Yihuan felt a bit exasperated and sent Lu Zhou off to shower quickly.
The sound of water echoed from the bathroom. Shen Yihuan opened her saved videos, which were specifically about Xinjiang cuisine. In two days, once her leg healed a bit more, she should also hurry up and finish her work.
The video wasn’t long, and she had already watched quite a bit throughout the day.
When Lu Zhou came out, Shen Yihuan was lying on the bed, looking at her phone and watching videos.
Her nightgown wasn’t particularly sexy, nor was it low-cut, but the back hung quite low. When she propped herself up on her arms, lying on the bed, her two beautiful shoulder blades were particularly prominent, and her skin was glowing white.
Lu Zhou walked over, lifted the covers, and sat down inside: “What are you watching?”
Shen Yihuan pushed her phone towards him for him to see.
“I want to go film in two days. I’ve already found several famous and reputable shops.”
Lu Zhou frowned: “In two days?”
“Yes, my leg is fine now.”
However, going out to work and film meant Shen Yihuan would have to leave the military camp and might not see Lu Zhou for a while.
“I’ll go with you,” Lu Zhou said.
Shen Yihuan was startled: “...Isn’t it a bit inappropriate for us to be dating on the public’s dime like this?”
“I was planning to go out for a trip these past few days anyway, to survey the situation at various stations. Plus, I don’t feel at ease letting you go out alone.”
He wasn’t sure if Shen Yihuan had been exposed. If the target of that operation was truly him, he couldn’t guarantee Shen Yihuan’s safety afterward.
“Aren’t you still leading the team?”
“I’ll go report to the commander tomorrow.”
After watching the video, Shen Yihuan put her phone aside and pulled the covers up.
Lu Zhou tilted his head and asked, “Going to sleep?”
Shen Yihuan looked straight at him, her eyes bright, her expression a little serious: “Lu Zhou, I think you have a big problem.”
He propped his arm by her side, lowered his head, blocking half of the light, and kissed the corner of her mouth. It was a very gentle kiss, and he didn’t stop moving as he spoke.
His voice was deep: “Hmm?”
“Are you planning to be celibate from now on?”
Lu Zhou didn’t answer, but his eyes darkened.
Shen Yihuan didn’t notice and continued to talk to herself: “I’m telling you, even if you can, I can’t. You say you walk around shirtless in front of me all day, isn’t that deliberately seducing me?”
“...”
Shen Yihuan was truly a master of taking an inch and taking a mile. A few days ago, she was still acting innocent, but now she was showing her foxy tail, even blatantly waving it around.
She spoke with righteous indignation, as if accusing him of some crime.
Lu Zhou’s grip loosened. He half-pressed himself against her, lightly licking her earlobe, his voice close to her ear, with a hint of a smile, as if teasing: “You can’t what?”
Shen Yihuan’s face flushed, feeling that Lu Zhou was doing it on purpose.
She kicked Lu Zhou’s leg: “Get off me, don’t press down on me.”
Lu Zhou hooked his leg over hers, trapping her movements, and brushed his thumb across her lips, smiling: “You want it?”
“...”
Lu Zhou was possessed by some strange thing again.
Why did he act so lewd from time to time?
Shen Yihuan wasn’t actually the type of person who would feel desire just from seeing a naked man with a good physique. When she said that, she just wanted to provoke Lu Zhou.
But Lu Zhou picking out those words and repeating them in her ear with his deep voice was too much.
Shen Yihuan raised her hand to cover his mouth, glaring at him: “Shut up.”
Lu Zhou chuckled softly, got off her, and pulled the young girl, blankets and all, into his arms: “Your leg isn’t fully healed yet. Wait a while, then I’ll give it to you.”
Lu Zhou’s voice was usually quite cold, probably due to his vocal range, making him seem aloof and unapproachable. But when he lowered his voice slightly, a tenderness not usually present would emerge.
When he spoke close to Shen Yihuan’s ear, with a slight smile, it was like coaxing.
Except the content of the coaxing was...
“...”
Shen Yihuan was a little speechless.
She thought, Brother, can you control your physical reaction before saying that?
The lights went out.
Lu Zhou’s kisses rained down, biting her lips to part them, his tongue flicking, his breathing deepening. His hot breath brushed against Shen Yihuan’s face, making her blush. They exchanged a wet, intensely sensual kiss.
When he released her, Shen Yihuan was a little breathless, her eyes misty.
Lu Zhou looked at her and felt he was losing control.
Just as he was about to kiss her again, the little fox angrily slapped his face with a paw, her nose red as she scolded him, “You’re so annoying!”
Lu Zhou pinched her chin, turned her head, and leaned in again, completely ignoring her words.
“...Mm!” Shen Yihuan pushed him, “Let go!”
Lu Zhou licked her damp lips and finally lay back, holding her even tighter.
“Loosen up a bit,” Shen Yihuan struggled again.
Lu Zhou rested his chin on the top of her head, a little helpless, and sighed: “Be good.”
“No,” Shen Yihuan’s cheeks were flushed, “How can I sleep like this?”
She moved her leg, kicking at Lu Zhou’s crotch.
Lu Zhou’s voice was hoarse: “It’ll be fine in a bit.”
“...”
“It’ll be fine in a bit.” Shen Yihuan waited for a while, and eventually, she didn’t know if Lu Zhou’s reaction subsided first, or if she simply drifted off to sleep vaguely.
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The next morning, Lu Zhou was already gone.
Recently, they had been undergoing live-fire training, and the intensity of the training had significantly increased.
Shen Yihuan got up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and sat by the bed for a while. From there, she could see the training ground.
The hot summer had ended, and when they trained, they no longer went shirtless as often. The temperature here dropped quickly; on cloudy days, it already had the biting chill of winter.
Shen Yihuan leaned against the windowsill and messaged Zhou Yishu, explaining that she would depart tomorrow to officially begin filming.
Zhou Yishu repeatedly confirmed that her leg was indeed fine before agreeing.
Qiu Ruru also sent a message.
Ruru Ball: Cherry, is your leg better?
Cherry: Yes, I’m skipping like a bird.
Ruru Ball: Cut it out, when are you coming back to Beijing? I’m so bored.
Cherry: I’ll decide after I finish filming. You’re bored in Beijing? Where’s Gu Minghui?
Ruru Ball: Who knows where he went. I tried to reach him a few days ago, but he was busy.
After chatting with Qiu Ruru, Shen Yihuan stood for a while with her phone, then remembered that Gu Minghui had asked her to call him once her leg was better.
She dialed Gu Minghui’s number and waited for half a minute before he answered.
It was very quiet, and Gu Minghui’s voice came through: “Hello, Cherry.”
“Just calling to let you know my leg is fine, don’t worry,” Shen Yihuan said.
“Have you had it re-examined?” Gu Minghui asked, “Will there be any after-effects?”
“It was a minor issue to begin with; what after-effects could there be?” Shen Yihuan rolled her eyes, paused, then asked, “Where has Young Master Gu been living it up lately? Ruru said she hasn’t even seen you.”
“Just messing around everywhere, bored out of my mind,” he said.
The other end of the phone was utterly silent, so much so that even Gu Minghui’s voice had a faint echo.
Gu Minghui stood in an empty, abandoned factory, dressed in a suit and shining leather shoes, tapping lightly on the ground as if to a beat. A few extinguished cigarette butts were scattered at his feet.
He held his phone, his voice soft, mixed with the mischief of a full-blown teenager.
He raised an index finger, making a “shhh” gesture to the man kneeling before him, who was covered in blood.
Gu Minghui asked, “Are you still at the military camp?”
“Yeah.”
“Have Lu Zhou and his team found anything about the last incident?”
“No, I haven’t heard him mention anything,” Shen Yihuan replied casually, not caring.
Gu Minghui took a few steps forward, knelt in front of the man, and with a black pistol in his hand, its muzzle pointing upwards, he propped up the chin of the man whose mouth was gagged with cloth.
He asked softly, “Cherry, if the mastermind is caught, what do you plan to do?”
Shen Yihuan frowned slightly, finding the question a bit odd: “That should be Lu Zhou’s decision, I don’t know either.”
Gu Minghui scoffed: “Lu Zhou will definitely shoot him dead.”
Shen Yihuan frowned, feeling an indescribable sensation.
She hung up the phone.
Gu Minghui tore the cloth from the man’s mouth, then patted his face with the gun handle: “I’ll give you one more chance. Where is Li Wu?”
The man didn’t speak, spitting out bloody saliva.
Gu Minghui calmly raised an eyebrow: “Li Wu is already beyond help. From now on, this arms business has no place for him as long as I’m here. If you tell me his whereabouts now, I can still spare your life.”
The man was bruised all over, clearly having suffered prolonged torture.
He glared at Gu Minghui, gritting his teeth: “When you carved up this pie, Li Wu didn’t exterminate you. Now you want to swallow the whole pie yourself.”
“Originally, if he hadn’t provoked me, I wouldn’t necessarily have wanted him dead. But now, Li Wu has touched the one person he absolutely shouldn’t have,” Gu Minghui curled his lips into a smile, “So he has to die.”
Gu Minghui stood up, threw the gun to his subordinate, who then pressed the muzzle against the man’s forehead.
With a smile, he mercilessly began to count.
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
The trigger was pulled, the gunshot muffled by the silencer. The man collapsed, blood seeping from the back of his head in steady streams.
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