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When Su Xingmian returned to Zhou Bingheng's bedroom, the tear stains on her face had not yet completely dried.

As soon as she entered the door, she started looking around.

She had been to this house once before, but she had come and gone in a hurry then, her mind preoccupied with finding a safe haven, and hadn't had a chance to look around properly.

Now, when they come again, it is the flower fairy who is inspecting her territory.

An old wooden bookshelf hung on the wall, densely packed with books.

Among the books were selected works of Marxism-Leninism and Mao Zedong Thought, military theories, and several original Russian books that she couldn't understand; the gold lettering on the spines of the books was worn away.

On the top shelf of the bookshelf, the corners of a row of certificates of merit have turned yellow.

The earliest one is dated 1955, and the three characters "Zhou Bingheng" are written neatly and precisely, stroke by stroke.

Next to the certificate were two small trophies, one for a shooting competition and the other for a knowledge quiz.

So he's been this amazing since he was a child.

Su Xingmian's gaze finally landed on the desk, where a black and white family photo was pressed under the corner.

The photo is quite old; Zhou Bingheng in it is about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing an old military uniform, standing in the last row.

With his lips pursed, he exuded confidence yet also gave off a mature-beyond-his-years vibe.

Su Xingmian picked up the photo and looked at it for a long time.

This was Zhou Bingheng's childhood, a period she had never been a part of.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice sounded from behind, carrying the dampness of a recent shower.

Zhou Bingheng had changed into an old white cotton sweater and was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, looking at her.

Su Xingmian was startled and quickly put the photo down, then turned around and sat down in the chair in front of her desk.

"Look how serious my brother was even when he was little; he never smiled in photos."

Zhou Bingheng walked in. The room wasn't big, and he reached it in just a few steps.

"There's nothing funny about it."

Su Xingmian muttered resentfully.

"Then why are you always smiling now?"

Because laughter can lower a person's guard.

He leaned down, placing one hand on the table, trapping her between himself and the desk.

"Because," he paused, his warm breath brushing against the top of her hair, "we have a potted 'spoiled' lily at home."

Su Xingmian's face flushed instantly, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up, but she forcibly suppressed it.

She turned her head away, pretending to look at the Russian books on the bookshelf, changing the subject.

"My brother is so good at studying, and he can even speak Russian."

She tilted her head and asked casually.

"Back in the compound, were there many girls who liked you?"

Zhou Bingheng did not answer, but instead slowly asked another question.

"He Yaozu speaks Russian quite well?"

Su Xingmian's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, that old fox still remembers this.

Back in the Gobi Desert, when she was repeating He Yaozu's Russian, she genuinely didn't mean to praise him.

"N-No!"

She immediately made amends, nodding like a chick pecking at rice.

"Everything my brother says sounds wonderful! Your Russian is the most beautiful language I can hear. Can you teach me? I learn very quickly."

"Is that so?"

Zhou Bingheng's tone rose slightly at the end, getting even closer.

His nose almost brushed against hers, his breath landing on her face, incredibly hot.

"Is Russian the best language you can speak?"

After repeating the question, he changed the subject, "But Mianmian, you've never heard me speak Russian before."

The words were spoken in an extremely calm manner, yet they carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Su Xingmian's heart skipped a beat again, and the demonic energy in his meridians began to stir uncontrollably, surging toward him.

She finally realized what it meant.

This person wasn't asking if it sounded good; they were clearly jealous.

"We won't be teaching Russian today."

His voice was extremely low, the air brushing against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Let me give you a lesson in ideology first, to help you correct your attitude."

The next second, Su Xingmian felt a tightness around her waist as she was gripped by an arm as strong as an iron clamp.

With a little effort, he turned her around, placing her hands on the cold tabletop, and pulled her into his arms, nestled between the desk and the desk.

She knocked over the pen holder on the table with her elbow, and several pens rolled to the corner of the table and fell to the ground one after another with a crisp sound.

Su Xingmian's cotton undershirt was pushed up to her waist, all wrinkled and bunched up in a ball.

Her fair skin and a small, slender waist were exposed to the air.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the table.

The man behind him had his military trousers and belt buckle perfectly in place, and his newly changed cotton undershirt was wrinkle-free.

Only his increasingly heavy breathing betrayed his current emotions.

That long, slender hand slowly and deliberately moved down her spine.

It possesses a chilling patience and control.

His voice was hoarse as he whispered.

"To do ideological work, we must start from the root. Let me check first to see how much awareness you have reached."

Su Xingmian's toes curled up inside her slippers, and her calves were taut.

Body temperature is soaring out of control.

A rich yet sweet floral fragrance seeped from beneath her skin, quickly filling the entire bedroom.

She felt as if she was melting from the warmth of his palm, and it felt like a million ants were crawling all over her body.

A sob escaped from her throat, broken and intermittent.

"elder brother……"

The two words were drawn out at the end, soft and trembling.

Zhou Bingheng finally stopped moving.

He lifted her off the desk, turned her around, and made her straddle his lap.

Su Xingmian's eyes were red at the corners, her long eyelashes were wet and stuck together, with tears hanging on them.

"Don't you hate it?"

His voice was hoarse, his hand was still on her burning lower back, but his tone was very serious.

Su Xingmian looked down at the hand that had just been messing with her body.

Tall and slender, with well-defined joints, and clean-cut...

He was now quietly resting on her waist, a stark contrast to his earlier aggressive demeanor.

She nodded first.

Then, he quickly shook his head.

Zhou Bingheng did not urge her.

He simply used his thumb to gently rub her lower back, one stroke at a time, to soothe the still surging demonic energy and body temperature.

At that moment, Su Xingmian's body stiffened.

She could clearly feel that her body temperature and the uncontrollable overflow of floral fragrance were quickly calming down.

Deep within the flower bud, the faint image of the silver hairpin left by Grandma, echoing the hairpin itself, flashed and emitted a warm glow.

It was suppressing her loss of control.

Su Xingmian gasped for breath for a while before her breathing gradually calmed down.

She looked up, her ear tips so hot they could fry an egg on them.

"Next time... I want it again."

The voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, but every word was clear.

Zhou Bingheng couldn't help himself.

He lowered his head, resting his forehead against her slender shoulder, and smiled.

The kind of laughter that's stuck in your throat, the vibrations in your chest travel through your bodies pressed together.

He laughed for a while before raising his head and gently pecking her still flushed collarbone.

Then, he picked the person up and carried them to the washroom.

"Go wash your face first, you're all covered in tears."

After being tucked into bed, Su Xingmian curled herself up into a ball and was just about to close her eyes.

Zhou Bingheng lay down, pulled her out of the blanket roll, and hugged her in his arms.

"I'm taking you to meet someone tomorrow."

Su Xingmian instantly perked up, all sleepiness gone.

"Who?"

You'll find out tomorrow.

"..."

She angrily turned over, turning her back to him in protest.

Less than three seconds later, the arm reached out again and pulled her back inside.

They even stripped her completely naked.

"Sweetie, it's uncomfortable to sleep in clothes."

"..."

Su Xingmian couldn't help but say, "Brother, back in Helan Mountain, you said that sleeping without clothes would make you catch a cold."

Zhou Bingheng paused as he stroked her skin, finding it smooth and firm.

"We're in the capital now. Your brother will hold you, so you won't be cold."

He sighed inwardly, pressed the back of her head, and kissed her.

Su Xingmian tilted her head back and accepted it, not having time to press for details about who she was to see tomorrow.

The next morning, Zhou Bingheng dressed neatly, buttoned his military uniform to the top, and pushed open the bedroom door.

"Get up, wear something warm."

Su Xingmian rubbed her eyes and got up, still remembering what happened last night.

"Who are we going to see?"

Zhou Bingheng walked over, bent down and helped her wrap the scarf around twice, tucking the tail in.

"A grandmother who saved someone has also helped you."

Su Xingmian stopped tying her shoelaces.

She looked up and met Zhou Bingheng's eyes.

Zhou Bingheng opened the door and turned to look at her.

"Get ready and come out. The car is waiting at the gate."

The cold wind blew in from outside; the capital city in December was dry and chilly.

Su Xingmian carefully put the silver hairpin away from her undergarments, picked up the wool gloves Fang Lan had given her the night before, and quickly followed her out.

Outside the gate, a jeep with military license plates had already started up.

Xiao Zhang stood beside the car and opened the back door.

Zhou Bingheng got into the car first, then reached out and pulled her up.

The jeep drove out of the compound and headed towards the western suburbs of Beijing.