Song Jinze asked, “What?”
Xu Lian repeated:
“I told you to shoot once for me to see.”
A complicated expression, difficult to describe, appeared on Song Jinze’s face. “Miss, do you think it’s appropriate for you to ask me to do something like that?”
Xu Lian idly picked at her fingers.
“It’s not like you’ve never shoot. before. What’s wrong with doing it once?”
Song Jinze grew slightly annoyed.
“What do you mean it’s not like I’ve never shoot before? How is that the same?”
Xu Lian, feeling unwell and increasingly irritable, urged:
“Hurry up. Right now. Immediately. Do it for me.”
Song Jinze felt like throwing her out on the spot.
What exactly was this woman trying to do?
A weird fetish? Was there really any need for this?
Seeing that he still didn’t move, Xu Lian pressed again, “Come on, come on, I want to see.”
Song Jinze froze for a moment.
Honestly, he had never encountered someone like this.
Was she lustful, or just insane?
He asked coldly, “What exactly are you trying to get from me?”
What kind of nonsense was this? His suspicion was ridiculous. Xu Lian grew irritated.
“I’m just asking you to shoot once, is that so hard?! I’m not asking you to sacrifice anything. It’s just a small thing that takes a moment. Why are you dragging this out?”
“A moment?” Song Jinze stared at her, his gaze deepening.
Xu Lian looked puzzled. “Otherwise? Does it take a long time?”
He said nothing, just looked at her.
His gaze made Xu Lian uneasy, but she forced herself to stay fearless, lifting her chin as she spoke sharply:
“What, Commander Song, you’ve only been away from the fleet for a few days and already you’re unwell? You can’t even shoot once? Or is it that you have some other issue—like you can’t function when someone’s watching?”
Song Jinze remained silent, lowering his gaze, his fingers tapping lightly against the back of the chair.
Xu Lian scratched her head and softened her tone:
“Hey, hey, it’s just once. Don’t be so petty. I’m just watching, not doing anything.”
Song Jinze lifted his eyes again, lashes half-lowered, emotion dim.
“Just watching? Not doing anything?”
Xu Lian nodded obediently. “Mm-hmm.”
After a long pause, he let out a faint, teasing chuckle.
Click—
The lights in the room went out.
He pulled over a chair and sat down, speaking lazily in the darkness.
“Come here. Sit on my lap.”
Xu Lian froze. “Huh?”
He paused. “You don’t like it like this?”
Xu Lian scratched her head. “Uh… is this step necessary?”
Song Jinze replied, “Isn’t it?”
Xu Lian thought about it. She really didn’t understand what went on in a cockpit, but… sitting on his lap?
She hesitated. “Is it required?”
Song Jinze fell silent for a moment.
“I need to feel something first.”
Xu Lian grew even more confused. “What feeling?”
The air went still.
After several minutes, she heard his voice again—this time directly in her mind, very soft:
“The feeling of wanting to shoot”
Xu Lian was completely baffled.
The feeling of wanting to shoot?
Did that even require a feeling?
She didn’t understand at all.
But she had never entered a cockpit before, nor had she ever seen how an S-class pilot operated.
So, half-believing, she walked over and sat on his lap.
“Start.”
His breathing grew heavier for a moment before he quickly suppressed it.
“Are you sure?”
Xu Lian replied, “What else? Hurry up.”
Song Jinze said, “…Don’t rush me, or I won’t do it.”
“Oh.” Xu Lian sat quietly in the darkness.
She was genuinely excited, even enjoying herself.
She had never experienced life inside a cockpit before, so she actually hoped his “startup” would take longer—so she could stay here a bit more.
She waited patiently.
Song Jinze still didn’t move.
“Have you done this with anyone before?”
Xu Lian, half-understanding, shook her head. “No.”
Who would want an F-class like her?
Song Jinze smiled. “So this is your first time?”
Xu Lian thought he was mocking her and shot back, “So what if it is? Isn’t that why I have you? You’ve got experience. You’re so capable—can’t you guide me? What, you can’t handle it?”
Song Jinze fell silent.
Did he look that experienced?
He suddenly asked something unrelated:
“You think I’m impressive?”
Xu Lian didn’t understand. “Aren’t you? Do I need to think so?”
As an enemy, she disliked him, but she knew exactly how formidable he was.
Besides, wasn’t Song Jinze’s strength common knowledge?
Why was he asking something so obvious?
Song Jinze continued, “Why do you think I’m impressive?”
Xu Lian frowned. “Why are you asking so much?”
“Why can’t I ask?”
“…”
She suspected he wanted flattery.
As someone used to buttering up superiors daily, Xu Lian felt fairly certain.
She didn’t want to praise him, but given the situation…
Fine.
She forced herself to speak:
“Well, look at you—you’re good-looking, have a great figure, tall, smart, strong mental power, rich, powerful, young, good background—what about that isn’t impressive?”
After she finished, she felt his gaze on her.
Song Jinze said, “You’re quite good at praising.”
Xu Lian sneered inwardly.
She had barely suppressed the urge to grit her teeth while saying that, just to sound sincere.
Otherwise, she might have snapped on the spot.
What flaw had the heavens ever given Song Jinze?
Damn!
Song Jinze stayed silent for a long time, just staring at her.
She grew uneasy. “What are you doing? Hurry up with the next step.”
“In such a hurry?” He leaned closer, his breath light. Xu Lian sensed he was in a good mood.
She relaxed slightly.
But what followed began to feel off.
His breath brushed faintly against her neck and ear, deliberately teasing, even exhaling lightly against her face.
She froze, not reacting.
“Do you like this? Or not?” Song Jinze moved closer, one arm wrapping around her waist.
Xu Lian was confused but didn’t resist. “What does liking have to do with anything? Just do your thing.”
“Mm.” His voice was low.
Xu Lian couldn’t understand these complicated steps.
Was operating a cockpit really this complex?
She knew mental power was unstable and abstract.
Some people did require specific rituals to activate their abilities—for instance, some pilots couldn’t perform properly when they were sad.
So perhaps an elite S-class like Song Jinze had even more conditions.
She decided to cooperate.
Song Jinze leaned closer. “You’re very hot.”
Xu Lian instinctively leaned back a little. “Of course. I have a fever.”
He paused, then pressed her head back. “Why are you avoiding me?”
Xu Lian immediately corrected herself. “Sorry, I won’t move.”
“…”
“So obedient.”
He didn’t touch her much, nor did he seem intent on kissing her. His actions weren’t excessive.
He held her loosely, pulling her slightly closer, then lowered his head to her neck, catching her hand, his voice a little husky:
“I feel it now. Help me take it off.”
“Huh?” Xu Lian froze. “Take off what?”
He looked at her. “What do you think?”
Her mind stalled. “I… sorry, I really don’t have experience. Be clearer.”
Song Jinze laughed. “Why are you pretending to be innocent? At this point, you still don’t know what to take off?”
Xu Lian didn’t understand a single word. “Huh?”
“You want to play games?” His lips curved lazily as he guided her hand toward his belt. “But I prefer things more direct.”
Xu Lian’s mind buzzed.
Games…
Her ears and nerves instantly burned.
She jumped up, retreating two meters. “What the hell?!”
“You think I’d do that to you? The other way around would make more sense,” Song Jinze said, glancing at his now-empty arms, slightly impatient. “Come back.”
Xu Lian shook her head wildly. “Y-you—you—”
Seeing she wouldn’t move, he stood and went to grab her.
Xu Lian bolted, like a cornered animal. “Song Jinze, you bastard! How could you?!”
He froze, expression strange. “?”
Xu Lian looked horrified. “Isn’t that what you were doing? Taking advantage of my ignorance!”
Song Jinze’s face darkened. He hated being accused like that.
“Weren’t you the one seducing me first?”
Xu Lian’s eyes widened. “Se-seducing?!”
He didn’t bother arguing further. He strode forward, grabbed her, and placed her back onto the chair.
Trapped in the seat, Xu Lian couldn’t move.
He stood in front of her, hands braced on either side, one knee pressing between hers. It looked loose, but her center of gravity was completely controlled—she couldn’t get up.
Song Jinze said coldly, “Explain.”
Xu Lian steadied herself and snapped back, “Shouldn’t you be the one explaining?! Why are you taking off your pants?!”
Song Jinze’s frustration flared. “Weren’t you the one talking about ‘s’ this whole time?”
Xu Lian froze. “Yeah, I was telling you to s—”
Then suddenly—
It hit her.
She slapped her thigh and burst into laughter.
“Haha! Hahaha—Song Jinze, are you insane? Hahaha—sorry—haha—you actually—haha—took off your pants? My god, Commander Song! Hahaha—you actually reacted? Hahaha! What kind of person are you?! Hahaha—you said I seduced you? Hahaha—are you stupid?! So full of yourself!”
His expression turned cold as he stepped back.
Xu Lian was still laughing—but the next second, she froze.
Right in front of her, Song Jinze sent a voice command to his subordinate:
“Military truth serum. Deliver it to the Interrogation Room immediately. Prepare Level One interrogation procedures. I’ll bring the person over shortly.”
Xu Lian’s face turned deathly pale.