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

Chapter 209 Integrity!

In less than fifteen minutes, the two switched roles, and Meng Youyou was now applying burn ointment to Huo Qingshan.

Meng Youyou examined the man's wrist closely, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Commander Huo, I've discovered that your skin is really thick; you're almost completely unharmed!"

A statement that leaves one unsure whether it is a compliment or an insult.

Huo Qingshan could only respond matter-of-factly, saying, "The fire in the stove was too small, so it wasn't cooked properly."

Meng Youyou picked up the small porcelain bottle, smelled it, then put the lid back on and put it back.

She lay back on the large bed behind her, sprawled out in a wide-open position. If Ms. Hu Shulan saw her, she would most likely scold her, saying, "That's not elegant. Girls should be more ladylike." It was always like this when she was hospitalized. Whenever Meng Youyou lay or sat on the hospital bed in a slightly unrestrained posture, Ms. Hu Shulan would always say a few words of advice.

Meng Youyou lay on the bed with her face up to the ceiling, stretched, and then poked the outside of the man sitting on the edge of the bed with her toes, saying lazily, "I'm hungry."

The mattress beside her dipped, and the man stretched out an arm, leaning against her body. He looked down into her eyes and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Meng Youyou pondered for a moment, then sat up abruptly, placed her hands on the man's shoulders, adopted a serious expression, and instructed, "Go to the restaurant and steal some food, but don't let anyone see you, then take it back to my room."

If anyone sees you, just say you wanted to eat it all by yourself, and whatever you do, don't let me know.

Huo Qingshan laughed: "Why steal? If you want to eat, just go to a restaurant."

Meng Youyou shook her head mysteriously. "You don't understand. This is my principle." With that, she pushed his back forcefully, urging him, "Hurry up and go!"

Battalion Commander Huo may not understand, but he is obedient and does as he is told.

The man strolled leisurely in the courtyard, seemingly having nothing to do. He glanced sideways and saw that no one was in the dining room. After observing for a while longer, he judged that no one would be coming or going in the courtyard anytime soon, so he slipped into the dining room.

His hands moved swiftly across the table, picking and choosing, his eyes darting around, constantly watching for any movement outside. Despite the rush, he made sure to grab only the foods Meng Youyou liked.

For the first time in his life, Battalion Commander Huo took food from his own home, but he inexplicably felt a sense of guilt, like a thief. It was strange and didn't make much sense, but he still enjoyed it.

After meeting her, he could always hear all sorts of strange ideas from her. Unconsciously, he was led by her to do many things that went against his usual way of doing things, breaking the rules again and again. Whenever he calmed down and looked back, he was not exactly shocked, but he was still surprised.

However, Battalion Commander Huo gradually realized that, as strange as it was, most of the time he genuinely felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

Battalion Commander Huo furtively carried a large plate of food across the courtyard from the restaurant, his long legs crossed, and returned to Meng Youyou's room.

Hearing the door open and close, Meng Youyou scrambled out of bed again and her eyes lit up when she saw the man holding a large amount of food.

At the same time, as if sensing that the supplies had arrived, Meng Youyou's stomach rumbled loudly.

……

Having just finished a hearty meal, Meng Youyou idly stared at the profile of the man who was cleaning up her mess and eating her leftovers. His sharp jawline undulated slightly with each chew. He always ate quickly, but never in a coarse way; instead, he exuded a bold and robust air. Meng Youyou rested her chin on her hand, gazing at him. The man had a high, straight nose, and from her perspective, his facial features were very defined and handsome. Above his brow bone was a scab that had mostly fallen off, probably from training a few days ago, hidden at the end of his eyebrow.

Meng Youyou was surprised and sighed at her own carelessness, only noticing it when it was almost healed, even though she knew very well that such a small scratch was nothing to her.

The man's dark eyes were mostly devoid of emotion, deep and unfathomable. For example, when he was focused on eating, his eyes were calm and undisturbed, which would make others think that the owner of these eyes was composed, reserved, calm and self-controlled.

But Meng Youyou had seen those eyes reveal too many different emotions: gentle, tender, and watery; passionate, restless, and fiery; emotional, and uncontrollable, like surging, unstoppable waves.

As I watched, my mind wandered again, and suddenly this question popped into my head: "What would you have done if I had really done it on purpose this morning?"

A question that came out of nowhere and without any context.

Meng Youyou really likes to ask these hypothetical questions—"What would you do if this happened? If this really happened, Battalion Commander Huo, what would you do?"
Battalion Commander Huo, whose mouth was still full of food, stopped chewing when he heard this. He looked up at the girl beside him, picked up the water glass on the table, tilted his head back and took a swig. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as the food went down into his stomach.

After he swallowed, he looked at her again. When their eyes met, Meng Youyou saw the confusion in the man's eyes as expected, a confusion and a bewildered look.

He looks quite adorable; no one would think Huo Qingshan could be described with the word "adorable," except for Meng Youyou.

His appearance always made Meng Youyou's heart flutter, and she suddenly wanted to lean over and kiss him.

Thinking this, Meng Youyou did just that. She smiled brightly and gently cupped his face with both hands, closing her eyes as she leaned her head in.

As if realizing what the other person wanted to do, the man's hand subconsciously reached out, wanting to welcome her and bring her over, but then suddenly stopped in mid-air, without any further movement, stiffly stopping at the girl's waist. If he had just moved forward a little more, he could have embraced her waist, but Huo Qingshan did not.

He waited there, remaining motionless in his original sitting position. She rarely kissed him first; apart from that time when she was drunk, the rest of their kisses were just light touches. He wanted to see what she would do, and a strong premonition told him that this time would be different.

Huo Qingshan felt her soft, flower-like lips touch his. Her lips parted and closed slightly, sucking and nibbling at him, sometimes kissing the corner of his lips, sometimes holding one of his lips in her mouth. It was like the sensation of a feather brushing against the palm of his hand, ticklish and soft, making his heart melt and sending shivers of electric current through him.

He felt her kiss pause; her lips were still pressed against his, but she didn't move, as if she was thinking about what to do next.
Her slender fingers, which had been lightly clasping his chin, suddenly changed direction, sliding along his ear and gradually climbing up his neck, where her arms encircled his neck.

After adjusting her hand position, she seemed to suddenly have an epiphany, no longer stopping at superficial touches, but tentatively sticking out her small tongue and licking his cool, dry lips.

Huo Qingshan felt her wet, soft tongue wandering and licking between his lips. The dampness moistened the dry lines of his lips. Even though his mouth was slightly open, she hesitated to enter, only teasing him intermittently.

He could clearly feel his breathing becoming heavier and his body temperature rising. If Meng Youyou opened her eyes at this moment, she would see the crimson blood surging in the eyes of the man who was standing close to her.

Huo Qingshan felt his mouth was dry. Even though her lips had just been gently moistened, they still felt very dry. This feeling grew stronger and stronger, making him unable to resist. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lower lip, which happened to touch hers. As if startled, she timidly shrank back.

Huo Qingshan panicked instantly.

He simply stopped enduring and waiting, no longer allowing her to proceed gradually. The man finally lost his patience because of her antics. The hand that had been waiting in the air for a long time precisely grabbed the girl's slender waist, pulled her body off the wooden chair, and then wrapped her around his lap. He naturally buried his head and kissed her deeply, taking the initiative and penetrating her in an instant.