Although many police officers saw this scene, who is Zhang Yufei? Now the division's chief, with a fiery temper that's outrageous. Who dares to spill the beans? You're just asking to get shot.
Luo Chao's lips twitched: "Was it Zhang Yufei who told you?"
"Surprised, huh?" Li Ruotong pouted her red lips and said, "We are now very close friends who share everything."
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Luo Chao calculated everything, yet he didn't expect them to beco friends. In Jiangning City, Li Rutong has never been at peace. If it's not a bank robbery, it's a car explosion. Having gone to the police station several tis, familiarity bred friendship, and she beca close sisters with Zhang Yufei.
Being the person involved, Luo Chao further did not expect Zhang Yufei to tell Li Ruotong about this matter. He was completely miscalculated, making him seem like an upright hypocrite.
Li Ruotong saw him deflated like a wilted eggplant, sighing, and after a few giggles, she playfully said, "Speechless now? Sit down!"
Luo Chao sat on the bed again, quickly regaining his composure, and chuckled dryly: "At that ti, I was just thrilled to have survived a crisis and kissed her in excitent, without any intention, don't get wrong."
"I know," Li Ruotong said slyly, "Yu Fei told the sa. She wouldn't like you anyway."
"That's good," Luo Chao let out a long sigh of relief.
Li Rutong felt puzzled. Zhang Yufei is recognized as a beautiful policewoman in Jiangning City. She's exceptionally attractive, and many don't dare pursue her. Yet here he was, looking relieved that she didn't fancy him. As for himself, it's as if he avoids beauties like the plague.
Could he be gay?
"Luo Chao, can you tell your story?" Li Ruotong asked eagerly. Luo Chao was becoming more mysterious, like a riddle that compelled people to understand, a mystery that captivated the star.
"If you want to hear a ghost story, I can tell you," Luo Chao teased.
Li Ruotong wasn't afraid at all: "I want to hear ghost stories too."
Luo Chao recalled his past quietly: "Once, I was on a mission with a good brother in an endless desert. We managed to find a village and asked for two bowls of water. While resting outside, a young boy from the village brought a box claiming it contained refreshing fruit. I sensed sothing was wrong, and as I tried to save him, the bomb inside the box exploded. My brother was blown up right before my eyes, torn apart."
Saying this, Luo Chao's body involuntarily started to tremble. His eyes glistened with tears, filled with that heartbreaking fear and panic, that helpless, lonely gaze making Li Ruotong's shoulders tremble violently, tears streaming down like rain.
Luo Chao's lips quivered: "His blood covered . His feet, his legs, his organs scattered everywhere. I picked up his remains, trying to make him whole, but couldn't piece him together. I hated myself, hated why I couldn't save him in ti."
Hot tears dripped from Luo Chao's eyes, the excruciating pain unknown to anyone.
"Stop, Luo Chao, stop talking," Li Ruotong wailed, sat up, and hugged him tightly. Li Ruotong held tightly, as if trying to blend him into her own bones.
As Luo Chao spoke, feeling the warm embrace, he quietly fell asleep in her arms, but the painful expression remained on his face.
Li Ruotong still hugged him tightly, resting his head on her chest, gently stroking his hair. Tears were still fresh: "Luo Chao, I really didn't know you've gone through such unbearable experiences. Maybe this is just one of them. In the future, I won't let you get hurt again. As long as you want, I'll always be your haven, listening to your stories, holding you to sleep peacefully."
At this mont, Li Ruotong showed compassion on her face, more deeply fallen and emotionally rooted.
Even as a traditional Chinese dicine practitioner, Luo Chao suffered from psychological disorders, a form of post-war trauma, haunting mories of comrades' tragic deaths on the battlefield. Such nightmares recur often, causing him to go mad occasionally, fearing solitude and mories.
This illness requires a listener. Tonight, Luo Chao talked to Li Ruotong about his past, seeing her as a listener to whom he could confide his struggles and anguish.
Perhaps it was because Li Ruotong saw his scars that evoked his past.
In the deep night, Li Ruotong held him, feeling particularly peaceful, gradually falling asleep.
The story's conclusion was that Luo Chao annihilated the entire village. The village was temporarily established by enemies to assassinate them during an unguarded mont.
Even the Wolf Fang Team isn't invincible, and at that ti, Luo Chao hadn't t his ntor Mo Yuntao, a reclusive master. Had he had this strength earlier, such tragedy might have been averted. Fate is cruel and unpredictable.
After eting his master, Luo Chao grew increasingly formidable, becoming a leader in Wolf Fang, ensuring zero casualties on every mission.
The next morning, as dawn broke, Luo Chao groggily woke up. He found his head resting on Li Ruotong's chest, the soft, ample sensation almost made him nosebleed, while her scent tantalized his senses, nearly driving him crazy.
If not for his amazing self-control, Luo Chao would have already pounced on this beauty. He sniffed, kept his nose from bleeding, glanced at Li Ruotong asleep by the bedside, and gently lifted his head. This small motion startled her awake, her beautiful eyes opened, instantly blushing, embarrassed and too hot all over, cooing softly before sitting up, twisting her nightgown hem, and softly saying: "You're awake."
"Hmm," Luo Chao felt embarrassed, having taken advantage of her all night, and she was still a maiden. Thinking of this, Luo Chao's face reddened awkwardly: "You should be fine now, I presu."
At this mont, Luo Chao was sowhat incoherent, making Li Ruotong pause slightly before she gave him a look, aning to say, you're the one who's sick!
Luo Chao involuntarily touched her forehead, not feverish at all, seed she was better now, and he said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going first."
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