An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 118 Downhill Road

The streets of NJ are generally more bustling and lively than those of Yeonsu City at night. Although the night is already quiet, you can still hear various man-made noises from time to time.

The state-run hotel they stayed at in Nanjing had no heating facilities, so Huo Qingshan went to the hot water room and filled two hot water bottles, stuffing them both into Meng Youyou's blankets.

He bent down and carefully tucked the blanket around her, leaving not a single gap that could let in a draft.

Meng Youyou, wrapped in the blanket, stared straight at him, her bright eyes blinking. "Commander Huo, do you really have to make me invite you every single night?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan paused in his actions and looked down at her.

She shook out the blanket he had just tucked in, revealing a large mouth, and pouted, gesturing for him to hurry up and come up.

Seeing this, Huo Qingshan sighed softly and finally gave in.

Meng Youyou moved aside a little to give him enough space, and after he was fully on the bed, she hugged him again.

She nestled into the man's arms with practiced ease, and after succeeding, she began to relentlessly tease him: "You always pretend to book two rooms, what a waste of money."

Huo Qingshan: "..."

He didn't respond to her question, but simply patted her back gently, saying, "Go to sleep early, you have to catch the train again tomorrow."

"Commander Huo."

"Ah."

She tilted her head up slightly, "I want a goodnight kiss."

Her voice was soft and sweet.

I felt a warm kiss fall on my brow, lingering for two seconds before slowly pulling away.

“Not here,” she protested.

The next second, their lips touched, but it was fleeting.

Five minutes later, the person who had successfully gotten a goodnight kiss still couldn't settle down, stirring every half minute in his arms. Huo Qingshan held the back of her head with one hand, applying a little force, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'm thinking about a problem, but I can't figure it out, so I can't sleep."

"What are you thinking about?"

"They say... a man's sexual ability declines after the age of twenty-five, so have I already missed your best years?"

She asked the question without the slightest hint of bashfulness or ladylike embarrassment.

Huo Qingshan was speechless: "..."

Seeing that he didn't react, Meng Youyou barely managed to suppress a laugh and continued to say in a serious tone, "Then I've lost out big time! I found an old man."

"Ha..." Huo Qingshan laughed in anger.

Meng Youyou's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, had she gone a bit too far with those outrageous remarks?

Instinctively, she wanted to take two steps back, but because she was lying on the bed, she could only quietly move her body to the other side of the bed.

He had barely moved two inches when he was suddenly pushed back.

Hot breath sprayed against the back of his neck and beside his ears, followed by the man's husky voice: "What do you want?...Tell me."

He bit her earlobe, his voice even hoarser: "I'll grant you anything."

Without warning, the man's rough hand slipped under her clothes and traveled up her back.

The tingling sensation in her ears had not yet subsided, and a series of shivers ran down her back. Meng Youyou felt every pore on her body shrinking.

"Is that so?" he asked her, "Or...?"

His hand slipped past the small garment and nimbly slipped inside.

In Meng Youyou's increasingly confused mind, only one relatively clear realization remained: one careless remark... seems to have gone a bit too far.