Subordinate Doting - Chap 69
On the way back it was cloudy in the valley and heavy snow was on the way.
The entire team fell into a low pressure along with Ji Tingyu.
He sat in the back seat of the Wrangler, not saying a word.
The wind blew in from the window, bringing with it a harsh chill, ruffling the warm orange hair on the tips of his ears one by one.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and a warm hand rested on his neck, slid down his arm, and covered his slightly smaller hand.
Ji Tingyu smiled, lowered his head and buried his face in his warm palm.
The unique smell of He Zhuo was lingering like a vine. Ji Tingyu’s nose felt like it was choked by lemon tea, sour and numb.
”What are you afraid of?” He Zhuo stroked his hair with his fingertips. His voice was very soft, like the whispers brought by the mountain breeze.
What are you afraid of?
Ji Tingyu couldn’t explain it clearly either.
In fact, he was not surprised by today’s result. When he was recuperating at Nian’s house, he tried to ask his superiors for help without William, but all the messages he sent fell on deaf ears. He didn’t even know who to hold accountable for the “charred corpse” that was inexplicably sent to replace him.
After being rescued, he felt deeply frightened several times in his dreams.
If there had been no He Zhuo, if he had not been able to escape from this snowy plain, how easily would William and his network have completely erased a small figure like him from the archives of war correspondents, and replaced him with an obedient puppet to take over all the achievements he had made.
Many years later, perhaps no one will remember that this Chinese cat also made a small contribution to the disclosure of international wars.
If I think about it carefully, I am probably afraid that my ideals will be buried, my name will be erased, that this group of teammates who follow me will be innocently harmed, and that my own courage will ultimately be no match for the whirlpool of power.
But these things were too heavy, and He Zhuo had no obligation to share them with him, so the cat complained jokingly like when he was a child: “I am a lone wolf, no one protects me, and they all bully me.”
”Who said you don’t have anyone to protect you?”
”You think too simply. One Shen Ting is not enough.”
”What if it’s not just Shen Ting?”
”Not only him, you also have——”
The voice stopped abruptly, and Ji Tingyu was suddenly stunned.
He raised his face from He Zhuo’s palm, and belatedly recalled the day when he confessed to him at the door of Big Beard’s house…
”You said earlier that your English name is Damon, what’s your last name?”
He Zhuo did not answer his question.
He simply turned sideways, stretched out his other arm and wrapped it around Ji Tingyu’s lower abdomen, imprisoning him completely in his arms.
This is an intimate pose for couples.
Ji Tingyu was slow to realize that she was shy, and her thin waist arched sensitively, pushing herself deeper into He Zhuo’s arms, her thin back pressed against his warm chest.
The waist that was licked and kissed in such a sexy way caused a surge of electric waves for no reason, as if a feather was lightly brushing against it.
It turns out that the feeling of skin contact is so wonderful.
The body seems to have become a container for storing pleasure.
”You just need to tell me what is enough.” He Zhuo’s voice sounded behind his ears, still as sexy and low as before.
”Just tell you?”
”right.”
”What if… we have to poke a hole in the sky?”
”Then break it.”
Ji Tingyu’s pupils trembled and his face was full of shock.
He turned his head in disbelief and met He Zhuo’s eyes. His ice-blue eyes revealed a strange and mysterious aura, like a sharp blade with a flash of cold light, bound to strangle everything that stood in its way.
Ji Tingyu’s heart was inexplicably injected with a powerful force, all the fear and gloom were dispelled, and he was suddenly not afraid of anything.
At this time, the Wrangler also drove out of the mountain. The world in front of him became bright and open, with mottled light shining through the gaps in the cedars.
He stretched his hand out of the window to chase the light, and the moment he suddenly caught the beam of light, he turned his head to look at He Zhuo.
The sight on her face is enough to make one’s heart beat a thousand times.
”So I have someone to back me up, too?”
”Well, if you really poke a hole in the sky, I’ll cover it for you.”
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At noon that day, after all the battlefield hunters, including the corpses, were taken into custody, Shen Ting immediately set off back to the military headquarters.
Ji Tingyu originally wanted to keep him to attend the celebration banquet. After all, Admiral Shen came in person to give instructions, and the press department was unable to host a welcome party for him.
But military intelligence waits for no one.
Shen Ting didn’t even have time to send Wuwu back home, so he could only temporarily entrust him to He Zhuo’s care, and promised to come back to pick him up in half a month at the latest.
He Zhuo personally saw him off, and the two discussed the situation of the Allied Powers, the military, and the press department for a long time along the way.
Finally, He Zhuo wrote a letter on the spot and asked him to take it to General Howard.
Shen Ting suddenly felt that this trip was of great significance and assured him that it would be delivered properly.
It was called a celebration banquet, but in fact it was just a small dance party.
One was to celebrate Ji Tingyu’s escape from death, and the other was to welcome He Zhuo to join.
In the evening, the team members built a bonfire by the green frozen lake outside the base and hung colorful banners around the old trees.
On the stove in the center was a whole lamb sizzling with oil, and a large barrel of liquor was bubbling.
It’s fun to find joy in suffering.
After eating and drinking, night falls quietly.
The moon was like a thin piece of paper, absorbing the color of the sky, and the mountains also cast out a few shy stars.
Everyone held hands and formed a circle, dancing noisily and singing songs of their respective countries in various languages. The one who lost the singing competition had to toast Ji Tingyu and He Zhuo.
With two of them against fifty, it’s hard for them to win.
Ji Tingyu was drunk and the scenery before his eyes began to produce false illusions.
He raised his eyes aimlessly while holding the wine glass, and in the blurry shadows around him, he saw He Zhuo sitting behind the campfire.
