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

Chapter 86 "Coward"

"And then?" the man asked. "You still care, so... you don't want me anymore?"

The man's somewhat rough hand moved away from her head, gently lifting her chin to meet her gaze.

The curtains offer moderate light blocking, neither too good nor too bad, neither too thin nor too thick.

Perhaps it was because of the full moon outside tonight, after getting used to the darkness inside for a while, the faint light that seeped in evenly through the fabric curtains made it feel bright.

Meng Youyou could vaguely make out the outline of the man's eyes and facial features.

With her mind completely under his control, Meng Youyou could only lower her eyes and avoid looking at him. "...No."

The voice was low and soft, like a mosquito's murmur.

Upon hearing this, the man lowered his head slightly, pulled her a little closer, and gently stroked the hair on her head with his chin, saying with utmost tenderness, "Mmm."

He started kissing her again, from her forehead to the bridge of her nose, around her lips, and then pecking at her earlobes, a dense, persistent kiss.

After a while, Meng Youyou turned her head away, saying, "I haven't finished yet."

His breathing was clearly unsteady when he said this.

Huo Qingshan stopped what he was doing, but didn't move an inch. His lips were still close to her ear as he asked, "But are you still angry?"

Her voice possessed a bewitching magic.

Meng Youyou felt like she was about to lose sensation in her ears, and it might not be just her ears.

She gave a soft "hmm" again.

Do you think I hesitated because of the previous generation's issues?

His voice rang out again, very close to my ear, so hot.

"No," she quickly changed her mind the next second, "...not entirely. At first, I felt you weren't firm enough, and I was a little disappointed. Then I thought about it again, and I realized that the things that happened in the previous generation might have had a greater impact and caused you more harm than I imagined. I felt I couldn't be so selfish as to not allow you to hesitate even for a moment."

But then I wondered why you never told me? You never even asked me? Just…

"Unselfish," Huo Qingshan interrupted him, stroking her long hair, and repeated, "Youyou is so unselfish. It's my fault. I wasn't hesitant, I was just... scared, I didn't dare to ask you."

Meng Youyou filled in the gaps in his statement: "Are you afraid that if you ask me, I'll tell you that I really was sent by my grandfather to frame you?"

Huo Qingshan shook his head in the darkness, then nodded again. "Yes and no. I'm afraid of this answer, but it's not what you think."

He couldn't help but kiss her eyelids again, gently, as if gathering some strength, and spoke again: "Youyou, I'm a coward. I've been running away. I'm afraid to know the truth, whether from you or from elsewhere. I'm afraid someone will tell me that Meng Youyou doesn't really like you."

Meng Youyou felt her heart suddenly stop, then a few seconds later it started beating wildly again, filled with excitement.

Nevertheless, Meng Youyou simply gave a faint "oh" to indicate that she understood.

"Yoyo," he called softly to her.

"Um"

"Can you forgive me?"

After waiting for a while, she finally answered, "Mmm."

He then quickly added, "There can't be a next time."

"Okay," he agreed quickly, as if afraid she would change her mind the next second.

Meng Youyou tiptoed and rested her chin on the man's shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist. Huo Qingshan then hugged her even tighter.

The two of them just hugged each other without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Youyou suddenly spoke up: "Battalion Commander Huo, where are the documents I need to translate?"

Huo Qingshan laughed, "There was no translated document; I made it up."

“But I clearly saw a car parked downstairs at the hotel. Not long after, you got into that car and then got out again. I didn’t see the driver’s face clearly, but his body shape looked a lot like Commander Wang’s driver.”

Huo Qingshan joked, "I really didn't expect that Translator Meng would learn reconnaissance so quickly after only being here at our 624th Division. She's got a real talent." Meng Youyou pinched his waist, this time with more force, "So, what did Commander Wang send someone to see you about?"

After a moment's thought, Huo Qingshan picked out the parts he could say: "I have to go back early tomorrow because I have an urgent mission."

Meng Youyou nuzzled her head against the man's neck, her deep voice gurgling out: "Why is it always like this? You make up and then leave the very next day."

Huo Qingshan joked, "Then I hope things will change again after I come back this time?"

He deliberately tried to lighten the mood.

Meng Youyou wasn't buying it and still asked the question that concerned her most: "Will it be very dangerous?"

Anyone with a little brainpower can figure it out: if it were just a regular mission, with so many soldiers on June 24th, why bother calling them back from so far away?

Huo Qingshan turned his head and nuzzled Meng Youyou's cheek, but didn't reply.

The answer has become clear in the long silence.

It was undoubtedly dangerous. Just how dangerous must it be for him to remain silent for so long without even making up a lie to fool her?

Meng Youyou felt a sudden pang of heart palpitation for no apparent reason.

"Why is it always so dangerous?" Meng Youyou muttered subconsciously, her voice tinged with a hint of aggrieved sobs at the end.

Huo Qingshan had no way to answer her question, so he could only hug her tightly, trying to soothe her uneasy heart in this way. He wasn't greedy; he was happy with just a little bit of help.

Gradually, Meng Youyou managed to control her emotions. He was about to go on a mission, and she couldn't let him be distracted by worrying about her.

She slowly sniffed and instructed, "Come back safely."

He kept his tone as calm as possible and only said this one sentence.

"Okay," he agreed, and after a while he said again, "Let me kiss you for a while?"

Meng Youyou refused without even thinking: "No, you can only do it when you come back."

The words slipped out instinctively, and Meng Youyou was startled by her own words, surprised at just how resistant she was to that possibility.

The man simply said, "Okay."

After hugging for a while, Huo Qingshan reminded him, "Shouldn't you go back to sleep? It's getting late, and tomorrow's schedule is even more packed than today's. You need to get some rest."

"You're driving me away?"

"No."

Meng Youyou released the person, "But it really is time to go back. I didn't bring my keys when I came out, so I'll have to knock on the door when I get back. I can't be too late."

Huo Qingshan also let go of the door and took a step towards the door, intending to open it. His hand had just touched the doorknob.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm, pounced on her, and offered her lips.

The next second, Huo Qingshan followed his instincts and took the initiative, pinning the person against the door and demanding whatever he wanted.

The man's tongue deftly pried open her teeth and plunged in. Their breaths mingled tightly, their lips and teeth constantly colliding, intertwining, chaotic, and burning.

Each exchange of breath was accompanied by an even closer embrace.

His advances grew increasingly fierce and greedy, and she was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she gradually found it difficult to resist.

Meng Youyou's body trembled slightly, her legs went weak and she could barely stand.

She involuntarily began to fall downwards, but the man quickly noticed and gently lifted her up with the large hand that was around her waist.

With his other hand, he guided Meng Youyou's unsure where to place her hands, leading her to wrap her arms around his neck.

He controlled the rhythm, and he controlled everything, yearning for passion, growing more and more eager, and more and more intoxicated.

Amidst the storm, she could only cling to him at this moment.