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

Chapter 137 Coaxing (Part 2)

The man's rough fingertips caressed the delicate skin on the back of Meng Youyou's neck, haphazardly, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a deep voice: "Are you scared yet you're going?"

These words conveyed no emotion.

Meng Youyou tried her best to ignore the tingling and trembling sensation on the exposed skin of her neck, and restrained herself from pulling her neck back.

She tightened her arms around the man's waist, swayed slightly in his embrace, nuzzled her cheek against his ear and chin, and whispered in his ear, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a cuddly kitten, making it hard to vent even the angrier you were.

But... how can I not be angry?

This morning I received a notification that Lu Feng's situation is now a done deal. It said that your girlfriend has agreed to cooperate with our operation. She didn't want me to tell you because she was afraid you wouldn't agree, but after thinking about it, I felt it was better to inform you beforehand.

Beforehand? What a wonderful "beforehand"—notifying him only when the arrow is already on the bowstring and must be released.

Who knows how scared he was at that time? He even wanted to punch Lu Feng right there and then knock him down.

Her fist was already clenched, and a second before she threw the punch, a thought flashed through her mind... If she injured someone now, wouldn't she be in even more danger if no one was in charge?
Only then did I force myself to calm down and sit down with someone as quickly as possible to understand the complete action plan in a peaceful manner, so that I could further improve the plan in the little time left.

It was an incredibly long day. His woman was fighting on the front lines for him, while he could only hide in the back, unable to do anything. He never wanted to experience that suffocating feeling of powerlessness again.

How could he not be angry?
Huo Qingshan tilted his head, lightly pecked her cheek, then pecked it again, and repeated the question she had dodged: "If you're afraid, why did you go?"

After waiting two seconds without a reply from the girl, Huo Qingshan continued, "Lu Feng told me that you wanted to bring glory to 624?" He paused, then asked, "Is that all?"

The person who requires the entire anti-drug squad to set a trap to deal with, how could she not guess how dangerous such a person is with her intelligence?

Of course he knew that her daughter was upright, brave, tenacious, and incredibly capable.

But he could never forget the pitiful sight of her breaking down in tears when she encountered a mouse on the mountain, and the scene of her lying in bed with him, telling him that she dreamed he was shot in the heart and was so scared that she couldn't sleep well for a week.

The searing pain he felt when warm tears soaked his clothes and burned his chest is still etched in his memory.

Meng Youyou lifted her head off his shoulder, moved her neck back two inches, and stared at him intently with her eyes level with his, "wanting to bring him glory."

The voice was soft yet firm.

A hand slipped from the man's waist and gently stroked his face. Her eyes were bright as she spoke again slowly, "I want to protect you too."

I want to protect you as a soldier, and I also want to protect you as my lover.

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Youyou wanted to open her mouth to say something more, but her lips were suddenly sealed with someone's.

She was suddenly pressed against the back of the seat by a force.

A familiar scent swept over me, and I was enveloped in someone's arms, while the back of my head was also held.

His lips were a little dry, and he pressed them against her soft, warm lips, rubbing and sucking them gently, seemingly tender, but not patient for long.