Chapter 66: The Carriage Compartment

  This man is so handsome no matter when you look at him!

  Xiang Hong glanced at the corner of her eye, and instantly confirmed that this man was even more oppressive when wearing a military uniform. As soon as she thought about it, she couldn't control her mind, and scenes not suitable for children kept flashing in her brain, scaring her cheeks to flush.

  It's crazy, on such a cool autumn morning, why does she start daydreaming as soon as she sees his face, it's too terrifying!

  Calm down!

  How can she remain calm? From now on, she may be able to see him every day. Such a wonderful prospect, just thinking about it is like a dream come true, how can she suppress that excitement?

  Step by step, getting closer, Sang Hong felt that the smile at the corner of her mouth couldn't be hidden or suppressed, leaning in - how could this be, seeing him made her laugh uncontrollably!

  To avoid letting her mouth corners twitch strangely, Sang Hong gave up hiding the smile that had to emerge and instead took out her signature bright and cheerful smile to gaze at him openly.

  The more I look at him, the more I like him.

  A man should have such a cold, hard and iron-blooded temperament, like a mountain that makes her yearn for admiration. The young man beside him is handsome, but compared to him, he seems a bit too soft, just like an embroidered pillowcase, seemingly shallow.

  Wow! This man is really something special, she vowed, from now on he's hers.

  Song Shuwei saw her approaching, the sharpness in his eyes receded, and he casually took over her shoulder bag, pointing to Wang Xiaoshuai and introducing him.

  "This is Private Little Wang."

  Is there anyone who introduces people like this?

  With your status, people call you Little Wang, what can I be called?

  Xiang Hong vomited blood as she looked at a certain man's paralyzed face, feeling somewhat defeated. Alas, with my enthusiasm and smile, I couldn't even exchange for one of your smiles?

  And besides, when she had just caught his eye from afar, Mingming clearly felt that he was smiling at her. Had she imagined it?

  She smiled at the man he introduced, hiding her disappointment.

  Somehow it looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before.

  Being someone by his side, it's necessary to have a good relationship, so he proactively stretched out his hand.

  "Hello, I'm new recruit Sang Hong from the foreign training department, nice to meet you!"

  Wang Xiaoshuai nervously wiped the sweat from his palm onto his pants, just as he was about to reach out, Song Shuyu gave him a glance and hesitated for a moment before taking hold of that small white hand and pulling it into the car, saying coldly to him:

  "Stop dawdling and let's go!"

  Wang Xiaoshuai looked at his empty hands, feeling extremely disgusted with someone. He could only nod at Sang Hong, who had turned back with a mixture of shock and apology on her face. With a huff, he turned around and walked towards the driver's seat, muttering to himself: "Do you have to be so tight-fisted? Can't even shake hands?"

  Look at how elegant and poised that young girl is!

  This guy is not even as good as a little girl! Only then did Wang Xiaoshuai feel a bit relieved.

  Xiang Hong and Song Shuyu sat in the car together, the sudden intimacy of the enclosed space made her tense beyond measure.

  After all, they sat down quietly together for the first time in a normal state.

  Thinking about it, they found that every time they met, they were in a very awkward state, and they would directly break the ice with embarrassment, and then naturally use rolling in bed to replace all language communication.

  I'm dying of embarrassment, how can you summarize such a face-reddening and heart-pounding past?

  "Little Wang, shift gears." Glancing at the driver in front, his eyes occasionally glanced into the rearview mirror, looking at this tense little girl beside him, a layer of blush floating across her face.

  For safety's sake, Song Shuyu issued an order.

  "Yes!" Wang Xiaoshuai responded briefly, and a silver partition slowly appeared in the rear seat of the front row. In an instant, it divided the car into two parts from front to back.

  As the field of vision suddenly darkened, two pale yellow lights lit up on the wall of the car.

  The space is more closed, breathing is heard, and the atmosphere...

  Xiang Hong held her breath, nervously hugging the double-shoulder bag in her arms, and her body involuntarily shifted to one side. What... what... did he want to do by making the car like this!

  Song Shuwei could naturally sense her movements, and looked at the two seats with a puzzled expression as the gap between them grew larger. He then looked at her arms hugging her bag, and saw that she was tense, was she afraid of him?

  Apart from annoying him, I couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of playful mischief.

  His hand stretched out and grabbed her shoulder bag, pulling it hard. Xiang Hong glared at him fiercely and said in a low voice: "What are you doing!"

  Song Shuwei looked at her with a serious expression, and couldn't help but laugh. In his low, husky voice, there was a hint of amusement: "What do you think I'm going to do?"

  "Don't pull my bag." Xiang Hong firmly refused.

  "Let go." Song Shuyu was even more displeased, isn't he worried that it's so heavy it will press uncomfortably on his legs?

  "No---not letting go---how about that!" Xiang Hong's jaw was set, her eyebrows raised in provocation as she exerted force with both hands to engage him in a tug-of-war.

  After you came and went a couple of times, Song Shuyu easily let go of his hand.

  Just when Xiang Hong thought she had won and was smiling humbly, she felt her body lighten and her waist tighten. She, along with her bag, was swept up by Song Shuyu, who then pressed her directly into his embrace.

  "Let go!" Song Shuyu's voice sounded against her ear, making her dizzy all of a sudden.

  "No—" The voice of protest was small and powerless.

  Song Shuoye easily stripped the backpack from her arms and tossed it aside.

  Xiang Hong was held tightly by him, his breath wrapped around the back of her neck, his cheek against her back, and her whole body became soft. Her little brain panicked, holding his wife like this was too easy to get out of control, uh - in the car, it's unbearable.

  "Is that how you sit? - I'm afraid it's not very good?" A certain woman blushed, her small hands quickly grasped the paws that were trying to climb up non-stop.

  "I think it's great!" A certain man was thick-skinned, his movements neither fast nor slow, advancing when the enemy retreated and retreating when the enemy advanced, not even sparing a small paw.

  "Let me go, shall we?" Sang Hong said softly, already thinking of a new plan.