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

Chapter 286 "Sweetness"

Huo Qingshan glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Visiting time here is only half an hour. I should go."

Hearing this, Meng Youyou blinked, said nothing, turned and walked away briskly without the slightest hesitation. After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned slightly to the side, her gaze falling on the man who was still standing there, and asked in a clear voice, "Weren't you leaving?"

Huo Qingshan, who was standing still, came back to his senses after being reminded. He suppressed the faint sense of unease that had just arisen in his heart—he vaguely felt that something was not right, but after thinking about it carefully, he could not put his finger on it.

The man lifted his long leg and replied, "Coming."

He reached her in just two steps, and seemingly casually took her hand that was hanging by her side and held it in his palm.

The two parted ways at the top of the stairs; the lobby on the first floor was dimly lit.

Although this area is located in the rear, it is still inevitably affected by the fighting from time to time, resulting in unstable power supply. For example, tonight, with the large generator running, only one overhead light in the center of the lobby is on to save energy costs.

The warm yellow light, like a piece of softened old wax, barely managed to spread a blurry bright area on the gritty cement floor. The light at the edge of the bright area gradually dissipated, first fading into a hazy yellowish-gray tone, and then sinking into an increasingly dark tone further outward.

The stairwell is located in a corner and is not well illuminated by light.

Huo Qingshan squeezed the hand he was holding. "Go back, get some rest, and recover quickly."

Meng Youyou looked down at her two hands clasped together, then looked up at the man in front of her with a calm smile on her face, and replied softly, "I'll watch you leave before I go up."

Such a brief reunion, Meng Youyou didn't even have time to feel how real it was before she had to face separation.

Meng Youyou watched Huo Qingshan's figure recede into the distance, the curve of her lips fading, but her gaze remained calm.

Two armed sentries stood on either side of the entrance to the field hospital on the first floor. Just as the man was about to step out of the door, he suddenly stopped.

Huo Qingshan turned around decisively and strode towards her. His actions were even more swift and decisive than Meng Youyou's earlier.

"What's wrong?" Meng Youyou asked, looking at the man who had returned and reappeared in front of her.

Huo Qingshan didn't say a word, but gently took Meng Youyou's hand and led her to the corner space under the first floor of the stairs.

This narrow corner was almost completely devoid of light.

Meng Youyou was increasingly confused. "Why did you bring me here?"
Before she could finish speaking, the back of her head was suddenly covered, and rough fingertips brushed against the soft flesh behind her ear, causing her to feel a tingling sensation. A warm kiss followed.

At first, he was very gentle, perhaps considering that Meng Youyou's body was still relatively weak. Reason was in control of his restraint—his lips were only pressed against hers with restraint, pecking at her again and again, occasionally rubbing against her lips a few times. Even when he went a little too far, he would stop at sucking on her lips and then quickly let go. It was intermittent and never went too deep.

But such a half-hearted approach only made Meng Youyou's heart itch unbearably. The desire that was sprouting in her chest was quickly aroused by his intermittent touches, and she could not find an outlet for it.

The most alluring addiction is that which is always a push-and-pull relationship.

As if trapped in a desert, under the scorching sun, she was so dry she could practically smoke. Someone beside her was using cotton swabs to lightly dab her chapped lips with water, sparingly applying it in a way that was infuriating. She craved moisture, that kind of refreshing wetness.

However, the warm, moist breath occasionally brushed past the corners of her lips, then slowly seeped in, sinking down her throat, and in the blink of an eye, her heart melted into a pool of soft, spring water. It was called, a little sweetness.

In stark contrast, Meng Youyou could clearly sense that every cell in her body was restlessly agitated. This alternation of fatigue and agitation left her feeling uneasy and unsure of what to do.
Meng Youyou was extremely upset; she desperately wanted more, right now!

So, just as those slightly damp lips were about to gently pull away again, Meng Youyou reacted almost instinctively. She slightly raised her chin, wrapped her hands around his neck, and used her fingertips to grab the stubble of hair on the back of his neck, pulling him down with a hint of urgency.

She opened her mouth and bit his lower lip, without any politeness, with a highly aggressive violence.

Meng Youyou was no longer satisfied with passively waiting for the other party to give her what she wanted. She became proactive and eager. Her tongue then darted out and gently licked the spot on his lips where she had bitten him. She then stood on tiptoe, tilted her head back, and deepened the kiss once more, entwining herself with him.

She felt his body stiffen at first, then the hand covering the back of her head tightened suddenly, his fingertips pressing hard against her skin.

A very soft groan escaped the man's throat, and his previously restrained breathing instantly became disordered and scalding, spraying all over her face.

The next second, the home field changed hands, skipping the pointless struggle, and the person's strength was no longer gentle and tender.

With his other hand, he slid down her waist, leaning forward more heavily and pulling her even tighter into his arms, their bodies pressed together without any gap.

This kiss was initially more unfamiliar than familiar to them. It was something they hadn't done in a long time, and their skills had become rusty. But their long-suppressed desires drove them to explore boldly, driven entirely by instinct.

Meng Youyou handed over a spark, while Huo Qingshan had gathered enough fuel. Once they came into contact, they would undoubtedly be engulfed in flames, and the situation would be uncontrollable.

The oxygen became thin, breathing became completely disordered, and only the scorching breaths exchanged between each other, soaked with dampness, echoed ambiguously in our ears.

The sensory world spins around, all perceptions focus on that small, confined space, hot, humid, and lingering, making one completely immersed.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally separated, their breaths both scorching and disordered, their noses still touching, their heavy exhalations mingling and indistinguishable.

Meng Youyou's eyes were only slightly open, still hazy. As she steadied her breathing, she asked, "You turned back just to do this?"

He turned and kissed her eyes, replying, "Yes, I don't want to have any regrets."

Huo Qingshan wasn't good at expressing his love with words, but he remembered that every time he kissed her, she could feel intense emotions emanating from him. Perhaps it was his heartbeat, his breath, his blood that spoke words of love for him, direct and naked, making her clearly feel loved.

He couldn't really give a specific reason, but he knew that since that was the case, he should take action.

He loved kissing her, and even more so, he loved conveying those unspoken emotions to her while kissing her. Intimacy helped him express his love and made him feel less awkward.

Then he kissed her nose, his warm breath sweeping over every pore of Meng Youyou's face, leaving no trace. He said again, "You taught me."

"What did I teach you?"

"Do what you want to do as soon as possible, don't waste it."

They were both greedy and calculating, both fools, and both had imagined how to spend the rest of their lives alone without the other's involvement. But fortunately, one was generous enough that his love could not be extinguished, and the other let go of his stubbornness and understood the true meaning of love. In the end, they stumbled and converged at the same point.

How lucky.