First, then, love.

The man's rough, hoarse voice, accompanied by hot breath, struck Shu Yao's eardrums directly.

The next second, He Zheng's head slammed down.

His kisses, like his other kisses, were without any fancy moves or gradual approach; his lips pressed heavily against her red lips, pressing and swirling forcefully.

Without any warning, his tongue forcefully pried open her teeth and plunged in.

The lingering aroma of red wine in her mouth was instantly overwhelmed and crushed by the minty scent and masculine hormones emanating from him.

"Ugh..." Shu Yao let out a broken sob, which he swallowed whole.

He Zheng kissed her deeply and fiercely, his tongue hooking around hers, sucking and entwining forcefully.

In the quiet bedroom, only the heavy, alternating breathing of the two people could be heard.

It's sticky and stringy, and the sound of it makes your bones feel weak.

Shu Yao was so dizzy from his kisses that all the oxygen in her lungs was squeezed out.

The aftereffects of the alcohol fully erupted during that deep kiss; her body went limp like a puddle of water, and she couldn't even lift a finger.

She could only instinctively stretch out her arms and weakly cling to his broad shoulders, her fingers unconsciously digging into his stubble-like short hair.

Strands of hair clung to her delicate fingertips, sending waves of tingling sensation through her.

He Zheng's breathing became heavier and heavier, like a bellows being pulled at full capacity.

His hand, which was holding the back of her head, slowly moved down, tracing her slender neck and caressing her smooth back.

The black velvet dress was zipped up more than halfway, and a large hand pressed directly against her smooth, porcelain-like skin on her back.

Roughness meets delicacy.

"Hiss..." Shu Yao gasped.

It was too hot. His palm felt like a red-hot iron, burning her skin. But the tingling, electric sensation traveled up her spine and straight to the top of her head.

He Zheng's hand did not move away; instead, it pressed down along her spine, stroking her.

The calluses on her palms scraped against her sensitive, soft flesh.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips leaving hers, and began to nibble down her chin.

His nose brushed against her slender swan neck, inhaling the tuberose scent mixed with the aroma of wine emanating from the hollow of her neck.

He opened his mouth and bit down on her delicate collarbone.

Take a deep breath.

A dark red strawberry mark instantly bloomed on her fair skin.

Shu Yao closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently.

She clearly sensed the danger.

The man's hard, iron-like chest pressed down on her, and his two strong, long legs forcefully squeezed between her legs, forcibly separating them.

This is absolutely not "no good," this is a deadly weapon.

"He Zheng..." she called out to him in a soft voice, her voice trembling with tears, unsure whether it was out of fear or anticipation.

He Zheng did not answer.

His hand had already reached forward, following the curve of her waist.

Just as he was about to break down her last line of defense.

"Beep beep beep—beep beep beep—!"

A sharp, piercing electronic ringtone, like a blunt object, abruptly shattered the ambiance of the room.

The ringing was urgent, each ring more pressing than the last, like a death knell.

In the fraction of a second that the bell rang, He Zheng's muscles instantly stiffened into a stone.

The action came to an abrupt halt.

The arrow was on the bowstring, but it was broken.

He buried his face in Shu Yao's neck, his chest heaving violently, his breathing heavy like that of a raging bull.

A suppressed curse escaped from his throat.

"Hold."

He gritted his teeth and managed to suppress the evil fire within him by a third.

He suddenly propped himself up and rolled off her.

With long legs, he stood by the bed.

He picked up the phone that was tossed on the chair and glanced at the screen.

His face instantly darkened, turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

He pressed the answer button, his voice cold and hard as iron, "Speak."

On the other end of the phone was Old Li's urgent voice, "Captain! Emergency assembly! Return to the brigade immediately! The provincial department just issued an order: the mastermind behind the '9.14' major cross-provincial serial armored truck robbery has shown up in neighboring Jilin Province! He has heavy firepower, submachine guns, and shotguns! The provincial department requires our assault team to cross the province overnight to cooperate with the local authorities in an armed arrest!"

Heavy firepower, serial robbery case, cross-provincial arrest.

This is not an ordinary public security case; it is a tough battle that could erupt into gunfire at any moment.

He Zheng's eyes instantly sharpened.

"We'll be leaving in a few minutes," he asked, picking up the black tactical jacket that was lying on the ground with one hand.

"Ten minutes later!" Old Li roared.

"I'll be there in five minutes."

He Zheng hung up the phone.

He turned around and looked at Shu Yao lying on the big bed.

She remained in the same position, her black velvet dress halfway down, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white shoulders and chest, with a particularly glaring red mark on her collarbone.

Her eyes were glazed over, her eyes slightly red, and she was staring blankly at him, clearly still not recovered from the infatuation she had just been in.

He Zheng walked over.

He bent down and grabbed the edge of her slipping skirt with his large hand.

Pull it up.

They covered her exposed skin again.

His movements were somewhat stiff, even a little rough, but he deliberately avoided touching her skin, afraid that he would lose control.

He went around behind her and touched the zipper.

With a "rip," the zipper was pulled all the way to the top.

Shu Yao shivered from the cold metallic touch, and her drunkenness was completely sobered up.

She turned her head and looked at him.

He Zheng had already put on his coat, zipping it up to the collar to cover his Adam's apple.

He looked down at her, his dark eyes swirling with complex emotions.

"The brigade has an urgent mission: to arrest someone in another province." He spoke very quickly and concisely.

"I'll be gone for three days, and my return date is uncertain."

Shu Yao's heart clenched suddenly, and the heat all over her body vanished instantly.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, such as "Be careful" or "Take care."

He Zheng didn't wait for her to speak.

Suddenly, he leaned down, cupped her cheeks, and pressed his thumb firmly against her soft lips.

Then, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead.

The moment it touched, it was as if a branding iron had left its mark.

"Lock the door, I'll turn off the stove in the kitchen, and no more drinking."

He stared into her eyes, his voice low and commanding, with an undeniable air of authority and a hint of hoarseness.

"Wait until I get back, I'll deal with you."

After saying that, he abruptly released his grip and straightened up.

He turned around and strode out of the bedroom.

The security door was slammed shut.