“Hey, can you moan in bed?”
On the narrow wooden bed, a ruggedly handsome man supported himself with both hands, imprisoning a beautiful and alluring woman beneath him in a very ambiguous position. However, a thick blanket separated them, and the man, straining to maintain his posture, didn’t even touch the blanket.
Ruan Tinghe slightly raised her head, her red lips almost touching the man’s ear, her warm breath falling on him, and her soft voice gently rang out again.
“You can’t moan, but you can rock the bed, right?”
Ruan Tinghe was already getting impatient. She couldn’t understand why the organization had sent such a blockhead as an undercover agent.
From the moment they entered the room, the man had only shoved her under the blanket, then supported himself against her from a distance, and then made no further moves.
Could this man be a virgin?
Aren’t men supposed to be naturally good at this kind of thing?
Could it be that he’s impotent?
Ruan Tinghe’s gaze slowly moved downwards, landing on the man’s obviously heavy, undulating breasts.
…
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form!
Ruan Tinghe realized she had crossed the line and immediately closed her eyes, constantly reminding herself.
Ruan Tinghe, Ruan Tinghe, you’re already a mother of three!
It’s all because this man looks too much like the man she had a one-night stand with four years ago.
Four years ago, she assisted the police in solving a case, drawing a portrait of the murderer based on the victim’s account, and was retaliated against by the murderer, stabbed to death on her way home.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself transported to a small rural village in the 1970s, hanging on a man and swaying back and forth..
She didn’t resist, and even responded passionately, because she had been drugged, and her whole being was uncontrollably greedy!
The moonlight was dim at the time, and she could only vaguely see the man’s general outline. When she woke up, she was already at home, and had a high fever for several days, and was bedridden for half a month.
Her in-house parents said the man she slept with was the village chief’s son, Zhao Xiaogang, the original owner’s childhood sweetheart, and both sets of parents began arranging the marriage.
Ruan Tinghe, having studied painting for twenty years in her previous life, knew at a glance that Zhao Xiaogang wasn’t that man.
Even though it was dark and windy, she vividly remembered the man’s high, straight nose brushing against her skin!
Moreover, the man had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and eight-pack abs that rippled against her body, his strong, muscular arms holding her in the grove for hundreds of rounds.
He was definitely not Zhao Xiaogang, with his flat nose, short, fat build, inarticulate speech, and lecherous eyes that only stared at her!
The village chief was powerful, and the pregnant Ruan Tinghe couldn’t directly confront him. She could only pretend to agree to the marriage, then slowly plotted her escape. Finally, before the wedding, she successfully left the village and rented a small courtyard in the city. Relying on her only skill—painting—she drew menus for state-run restaurants, illustrations for newspapers, bulletin boards for factories, and sketches for police wanted posters…
After four years of hard work, she finally raised her child and her life seemed to be getting better.
Three days ago, a police officer approached her, hoping she could infiltrate and assist an undercover military comrade in relaying information.
The reward was generous, and it was a good deed for the country and its people, so she agreed without hesitation.
Wearing a red bow hair clip as a signal, she was brought in with other women and successfully taken back to the room by the undercover officer.
The light and shadow filtering through the crack in the door were strange; being a skilled artist, she immediately noticed someone eavesdropping outside.
This led to the scene at the beginning.
“Someone’s eavesdropping outside,”
Ruan Tinghe realized she needed to warn the man. “If you don’t do anything, I won’t be able to get out tomorrow.”
The man, however, replied abruptly, “It’s you.”
He finally confirmed it: this woman was the one who had clung to his waist, sometimes saying no, sometimes urging him to continue, only to abandon him afterward and marry her childhood sweetheart—that scumbag!
But she didn’t seem to recognize him.
Perhaps she didn’t care about that night at all.
The man frowned, then his expression darkened with anger.
Was the man she married a good-for-nothing? He couldn’t even support a woman! He made her do such a dangerous job!
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from outside. Ruan Tinghe glanced to the side and saw half a finger sticking out from under the door!
Her heart sank. Was the person outside about to crawl under the door and peek inside?
If they were discovered to be faking it, would she even be able to go back to see her child alive?
With a determined heart, Ruan Tinghe rolled over and pinned the man beneath her. She pulled back the covers, and the two of them were covered. She sat on his waist and abdomen; his eight-pack abs were burning hot, like a branding iron! The heat made her whole body tingle, and she felt a surge of heat.
Ruan Tinghe shifted her hips, sitting on his lap, avoiding her most sensitive areas.
Little did she know the thrill her movement was giving the man; the memories of that night resurfaced, as clear as if it had just happened.
No! She was married!
Her burning heart instantly turned cold, even her handsome face was covered in frost,
Unfortunately, it was pitch black under the covers, and Ruan Tinghe couldn’t see anything.
Ruan Tinghe adjusted her position, placed her hands on the man’s chest, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear,
“If you have no experience, just cooperate with me. I’ll take the lead!”
Are you experienced?
The man wanted to ask, but before he could utter the question, he heard a seductive, meow-like moan in his ear.
She sat on his lap and swayed gently…
It was so alluring! No man could resist!
However, Shen Yan’s body grew colder and colder, and he had only one thought in his mind.
She’s really experienced! She must have learned it from her childhood sweetheart! His fists clenched involuntarily.
He regretted it; he should have stayed in the village injured to find her and take her with him!
Four years ago, he and his teammates were injured on a mission and stayed in the village, only to be drugged and harassed by her all night. Due to the strenuous activity, his arm wound reopened, requiring immediate return to the unit for the best treatment.
When he returned to the village after his injury subsided, she was getting married!
“Take off your clothes!”
Ruan Tinghe directly pulled off the man’s floral shirt and threw it out of the bed. The previously tightly covered bed now revealed the man’s hands gripping the sheets, veins bulging, knuckles white from the force…
Outside the door, the mountain boar, lying on the floor peeking, couldn’t help but lick its lips and mutter curses.
“Damn, this woman’s really wild! She’s got that little bastard Tiger all ecstatic!”
Another bald man eavesdropping put his arm around Wild Boar’s shoulder. “Alright, this is the reward the boss promised Tiger for completing the mission, a new find specially for him!”
“If you want to sleep with her again, don’t even think about it today.”
“Hmph, that kid’s really lucky!”
The footsteps and voices faded into the distance, and Ruan Tinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief, abruptly throwing off the covers and panting heavily.
This was her first time taking the lead… It was inhuman, so exhausting!
Her face flushed red, and she didn’t dare look at the man beneath her. She simply rolled off, sat up, calmed her pounding heart, and asked in a low voice, “Tiger, right? What information do you want me to pass on?”
Shen Yan was seething with anger, so his expression was somewhat cold. He quickly snapped out of character, put on his clothes, dipped his fingers in the water from the bedside cup, and drew a map on the table.
As he drew, he explained to Ruan Tinghe in a low voice.
The two were very close, but there was no hint of romance; their faces were only uniformly cold and stern.
“This is a map of the Red Gang’s hideout. Quickly memorize it. This is the weapons depot; it’s usually guarded by four people in two shifts. They…”