The jeep sped all the way into a military residential compound.
It finally came to a stop in front of a detached two-story house.
“Chief, we’ve arrived.”
As soon as Xiao Zhang parked the vehicle and glanced into the back seat, he hurriedly turned around and lowered his head, wishing he could disappear.
The scene behind him was… far too shocking.
The infamous “King Yama” Huo( Huo Yanwang)—who normally wouldn’t even let a female mosquito get near him—had three buttons of his military uniform ripped open. His undershirt had been tugged up around his neck, and several ambiguous red marks were visible across his chest.
As for the woman…
She was practically hanging off him, letting out soft, breathless whimpers.
Huo Zhixing stepped out of the jeep, his face dark.
His gaze settled on the woman in the back seat, who was completely out of her senses. A cold, battle-hardened gleam flashed through his eyes.
“Xiao Zhang.”
His voice was as icy as frost.
“Sir!”
“Level One Security. No one is to come within half a step of this house tonight.”
Xiao Zhang froze for a moment before understanding.
The commander wasn’t treating her as a woman at all.
He was treating her as an extremely dangerous person who required strict surveillance.
After all, she had appeared out of nowhere, yet somehow eased the commander’s chronic headaches.
The whole thing was suspicious.
“Understood!”
Only then did Huo Zhixing bend down and lift the troublesome “medicine” into his arms.
If she was an enemy agent sent to infiltrate him, then tonight would become an interrogation.
If this was merely an accident…
The woman in his arms let out another pained whimper.
That crisp, refreshing fragrance washed over his senses once again.
The tension in Huo Zhixing’s jaw eased slightly, while something dark and possessive flickered deep within his eyes.
Whatever she was…
At least for tonight, this “sleeping pill” belonged to him.
“Hiss…”
As his arm brushed her injured leg, Su Jiuyue sucked in a sharp breath of pain. The color instantly drained from her flushed face.
Huo Zhixing lowered his eyes toward her badly swollen, bruised right ankle. His brows knitted tightly together, though his footsteps unconsciously became gentler.
“What a troublesome woman.”
He scoffed coldly, yet carefully avoided touching her injury.
Watching his commander’s retreating figure, Xiao Zhang’s mouth hung wide open.
The sky was falling.
Commander Huo had actually carried a woman out of the car.
And not just any woman—but one whose identity was completely unknown.
Should… should he report this to the old commander?
…
Inside the house.
Huo Zhixing carried her straight into the upstairs bathroom.
The fragrance surrounding the woman grew even richer, sending his blood racing.
His headache had completely disappeared.
In its place came another unbearable ache.
With a splash, the bathtub quickly filled with icy water.
“Mmm… don’t… cold… hold me…”
The instant she was lowered into the cold water, Su Jiuyue shivered violently. Instinctively, she wrapped both arms tightly around Huo Zhixing’s neck, refusing to let go, while her legs locked around his firm waist.
Both of them were soaked in an instant.
Their thin clothes clung tightly to their bodies.
Huo Zhixing lowered his gaze.
She looked up at him through misty, half-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed with the effects of the drug, her lips even redder and more alluring than before.
His gaze lingered for a brief moment before he forced himself to look away.
This was pushing the limits of his self-control.
“Let go.”
Gripping her chin lightly, Huo Zhixing’s voice came out rough.
Su Jiuyue stared at him dazedly.
His cold, handsome face looked even more dangerously attractive through the rising steam.
The drug surged through her again, washing away what little reason she had left.
Her gaze fell upon the movement of his throat as he swallowed.
She only felt thirstier.
Tightening her arms around him, she leaned forward and bit lightly at his neck before instinctively nuzzling closer.
Snap.
The last thread of Huo Zhixing’s restraint broke.
To hell with being a saint.
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.
It was less a kiss than a desperate seizure of the moment, carrying frustration, restraint, and overwhelming intensity.
Su Jiuyue let out a muffled sound.
Like someone dying of thirst finally finding water, she responded instinctively, clinging to him.
The bathroom grew hotter.
Steam thickened, veiling everything inside.
No one knew how much time passed before Huo Zhixing abruptly stopped.
His heavy breathing echoed through the small room.
Bracing both hands against the edge of the tub, the veins at his temples throbbed violently.
Her fragrance continued clearing his mind, even as his body remained taut to the breaking point.
He couldn’t take advantage of her.
That was his bottom line.
And yet…
Looking at the woman beneath him—her face flushed like peach blossoms, her eyes unfocused as she unconsciously reached toward him—he felt that line wavering dangerously.
He hadn’t expected the drug to be this powerful.
Even the cold water seemed useless against it.
It was already late autumn.
If they stayed in the freezing water any longer, even he would struggle to endure it, much less someone as delicate as she was.
Huo Zhixing closed his eyes.
His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily.
When he opened them again, only fathomless darkness remained in his gaze.
He wrapped one arm around Su Jiuyue’s slender waist and steadied her against the tiled wall.
His voice was hoarse, carrying an unmistakable note of danger.
“There’s only one way left.”
“Su Jiuyue.”
“Will you do it yourself…”
“…or do you want me to help you?”
Su Jiuyue couldn’t understand a word he was saying.
She only knew she wanted the unbearable sensation to stop.
Click.
The crisp sound of a belt buckle coming undone echoed through the silent night.
“You brought this on yourself.”
He lowered his head and captured her lips once more.
Outside the window, distant waves crashed endlessly against the rocks—again and again, fierce and relentless—like the storm that was about to unfold within the bathroom.
Bonus Mini Scene
Xiao Zhang (shivering downstairs): Did the commander bring his gun? It looks like he’s interrogating that woman upstairs!
Huo Zhixing (his voice hoarse): Didn’t bring the gun… but right now I really feel like opening fire…
Su Jiuyue (dazed): …You jerk… all talk and no action. Am I not fragrant enough?
Huo Zhixing: Fragrant… so fragrant I want to swallow you whole.