Missions? There’s none that aren’t bloody or dangerous.
The battles of special forces trainees are not fun at all!
"Do you want to hear?"
With a hint of inquiry in his voice, Li Yan raised his tone as his gaze focused intently on her, filled with curiosity.
"I want to hear~"
Gu Tong sat obediently on the bed, eagerly replying with longing in her eyes.
They needed to deepen their relationship by understanding each other.
Sharing past experiences is the first thing couples should do.
It’s also the quickest shortcut to increasing intimacy.
"Then, lie down!"
Li Yan’s commanding tone carried a hint of teasing as his eyes never left her, his black eyes reflecting her nimble figure—
Gu Tong quickly made the bed, slipped into the covers, and laid down in one swift motion. After finishing, she looked at him obediently, indicating that he could start his performance.
Li Yan lowered his eyes, yet was helplessly bemused by her.
With no better options, he thought to tell a few random stories to lull her to sleep first.
With that in mind, Li Yan took off his slippers, his perfectly proportioned long legs landing on the bed.
He tugged at his fitted shirt, undoing two buttons, revealing glimpses of his fair skin and muscular physique.
Adjusting his posture, he leaned lazily against the pillow, organizing his thoughts and mories before saying in a calm voice, "Then let start from my first mission..."
Li Yan’s serious deanor was captivating, filled with a fatal allure. His story was exciting and thrilling, with dangerous twists and turns and deadly strategies that he didn’t miss a single detail!
However, even so...
Gu Tong lost the focus to listen to the story.
Her eyes grew wide when Li Yan unbuttoned his shirt, her thoughts wandering. She swallowed involuntarily, watching her husband’s seductive deanor, while inwardly chastising herself...
Is the husband not attractive, or is the bed not spacious enough?
Isn’t it bad to want to indulge?
How could a long night be passed without comfort...
Why ask to hear a story, why be so challenging...
...
The morning sunlight enveloped the entire earth.
Within the Academy, everything was bathed in the rays of the warm sun.
Everything seed peaceful.
At seven-thirty, the sound of drums echoed through the auditorium, signaling the start of the performance and celebrating the trainees.
The triumph of the Warhawk Class 1 trainees was a significant event for the entire Academy, a celebration and commoration planned in advance, with ticulous preparation.
The art team was almost at work since four in the morning, with stage, lighting, sound, costu, and props masters already setting up. They put a lot into preparation for this performance; the actors and band had rehearsing three tis, arranging many programs in hopes of making a big impression during the performance.
Backstage in the dressing room, all the actors were preparing, crowded at a makeup table, starting to apply makeup while the approval supervisor stood ready to inspect any inadequate makeup.
Qiu Xue was the star, using her own makeup products, and the troupe favored her, giving her a private dressing table. At this mont, she lightly brushed her eyebrows with a pencil, asking, "Teacher, can I sing the ’Bai Ling’ bird song this ti?"
She asked tentatively, as Qiu Xue had been preparing for ages, diligently honing each note and lyric without participating in performances, to seize this rare opportunity without any mishap.
So, she only practiced hard repeatedly.
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