Shu's eyes jumped. He didn't know what Yang Liu meant by this question. Had he shown any flawsThus, maintaining a calm expression on his face, he replied in his mouth: "Why do you ask that I've alway...Ning Shu felt a little uncomfortable being pressed down by him, so she raised her hand to break free and said, "Miss Yang is very young, only eighteen years old. She's not even considered a woman."

The general's eyes looked a little knowing: "You two are familiar"

He spoke in a conversational tone, but his actions were undeniable. He pushed the young master into the room and then slammed the door shut behind him.

Ning Shu was astonished by his boldness.

Their absence today would be noticed if it were just one of them, let alone both.

The young master couldn't help but frown and said, "Young commander, I need to change my clothes. Would you please go out first"

The soldier stood rigidly, his body straight and unyielding. However, his eyes darted past the people before him, then he pulled out a cigar from his pocket and gestured, "Master Ning Si, feel free. I'll just borrow some space."

Ning Shu was speechless and at a loss for words by his shameless audacity.

"This is the Ning family. If someone were to see Shao Shuai come out of my room, I wonder what explanation Shao Shuai would have."

The general leaned against the table, one hand holding a cigar. He squinted down with his thin eyelids, looking over his room and the small trinkets he'd brought back from abroad.

"Are you close with Miss Yang"

The topic has come full circle again.

Ning Shu took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't get this soldier out of his sight. So he pulled out some clothes from the closet and said, "We don't know each other, just met today."

He saw through the mirror that the soldier lit a cigar, his thin lips nibbling at its butt.

< Seemingly noticing his gaze, he turned his face and looked over. >

Those eyes were truly like the vast ocean, yet also resembled a tranquil pool of water. The young master was captivated by the blue depths in their gaze, as if they would draw him in, and he found himself unable to meet their stare.

"Unfamiliar"

The room was filled with mist.

"I see that young master Ning and Miss Yang are having a rather pleasant conversation."

"Someone who didn't know us would think we'd been friends for over a decade."

Ning Shu feigned ignorance of the sarcasm and sourness in his words.

The white suit, a full set, had been stained with red wine. It needed to be changed for a brand new one. He reached out, as if to summon the soldier in the room, then hesitated.

Still, he reached out a finger and unfastened the buttons.

The young master's ears had a faint flush of redness.

It seemed to be a mixture of indignation and resignation.

Ning Shu pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and unbuttoned the clothes on her body.

Fu Sian caught a glimpse of an open window and saw a guest chatting with a young lady. He reached out and closed the window.

The light grew dim.

Ning Shu couldn't help but raise her eyes to look. He had already taken off his coat, revealing the undershirt underneath.

The young master's shoulders, though delicate and pretty, were extremely thin.

General's gaze fell inch by inch on the top, he pressed down on his unfinished cigar.

The feel of that slender waist, he had tasted it in the dance hall.

>At that time, the general was afraid he couldn't control himself. That's why he wore gloves, he was afraid of taking any further or more inappropriate actions against people.

But now, General, you needn't repress yourself.

He watched the young master remove his clothes, revealing a body as white and fine as jade. Two beautiful waist indentations were exposed, especially when he bent over slightly, creating a graceful curve.

The soldier raised his boot and walked over.

Reached out and pressed against the young master's lower back.

Ning Shu didn't know Fu Shengan would suddenly come over, his body tingled slightly. He almost let out a moan, but luckily he bit his lips in time.

He raised his eyes, peering through the mirror at the general behind him, his voice tinged with a hint of shyness: "Please, Young Marshal, be more careful."

The general stood behind him, facing him in the mirror.

"Is Ms. Yang pretty"

Ning Shu slightly opened her mouth, asking him to back away a little.

The general held his hand and looked at him, then asked again: "Miss Yang didn't ask you if she was pretty Tell me what you said about her again."

His voice sounded cold.

Yet, it caused Ning Shu's heart to skip a beat.

He couldn't help but look over.

It's impossible to say I wasn't surprised or shocked.

Ning Shu calculated the distance between Fu Sian and her home. The Ning family residence was large; it could easily accommodate even a hundred guests.

Fu Sinian stood at least ten meters away from where he was. Besides, there were other guests around. Even if his hearing was excellent, it would be impossible to hear what he was saying to Yang Feifei.

The general, with his gloved hand, gently pressed against his waist, holding him up against the mirror.

She tilted her head slightly and, with a hint of annoyance in her voice, asked again, "Is young master Ning deaf"

Ning Shu only then realized something was amiss with Fu Sinian.

If it were any other day, a man's aura wouldn't have been so oppressive. Facing those obsidian eyes that seemed to shimmer with coolness, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

The pressure on her waist made Ning Shufeng's eyes bloom with a faint pink at the corners.

He said a little impatiently: “I didn't answer Ms. Yang’s question.”

"Lying is not a good habit." The general's icy voice was accompanied by the slight tap of his belt against his skin, sending a shiver down Ning Shu's spine.

"Master Ning, after all these years abroad, is this all you've learned"

Ning Shu pressed her hands against the cold mirror, opening her mouth and repeating what she had said to Yang Feifei.

The general's gaze met his own in the mirror, and then, using a gloved hand, he lifted his face.

"Master Ning Si thinks, is Miss Yang beautiful, or are you beautiful"

Before the young master could answer.

The general then lowered his head and lightly sucked on the man's slender neck, where a mark like a red plum blossom appeared.

Then, he forced the young master to look into the mirror and said with a hint of aloof coldness: "Master Ning Si, you are much prettier than Miss Yang."

"Miss Yang, I'm afraid she wouldn't breathe as well in private."

"So hot."

Because her skin was too pale, a hint of wantonness arose from the lifeless.

Ning Shu's eyelashes trembled.

I couldn't help but feel a little angry, thinking to myself, he did it on purpose. With so many people here today, he clearly meant to do it.

He struggled violently.

The general grabbed his wrist, lowered his head, and his icy thin lips sucked on it.

Then he said, "Change your clothes."

The general took a few steps back, but his eyes never left him.

Ning Shu, however, was unwilling to look in the mirror again.

General's gaze was inch by inch stuck on the young master's two pale legs, as if he was fantasizing about what it would be like to wrap his arms around his waist.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch the cigar that had just been crushed.

Make sure all the buttons on your clothes are fastened.

Ning Shu couldn't help but glance at the mark on her neck that had been left by the military officer. She frowned slightly. A blush appeared on her fair cheeks, and she rubbed it hard, but there was no effect.

On the contrary, the red plum blossom seemed even more dazzling.

The general walked over and stood behind him, then extended his pale gloved hand. It brushed against his skin with a slightly suggestive touch.

Ning Shu met his gaze, those deep blue eyes.

Fu Sinian's cool breath brushed against her, "Let's go, we don't want to keep Miss Yang waiting."

"Master Ning Si."

......

Ning Shu didn't want to walk down the stairs with someone else, one after the other. He couldn't hide the blush on his face. He went downstairs feeling a little embarrassed and walked towards Yang Feifei.

Yang Feifei saw that he had changed his clothes and widened her eyes slightly, then said: "You look good in this."

Ning Shu pursed her lips.

When people came closer, he instinctively took a step back.

Fearing the other person might see the marks on her neck.

Yang Feifei, however, didn't mind at all. She stepped forward and took his arm, saying, "Shall we dance later"

But behind the young master stood a hand, which grasped her.

A tall and imposing soldier stood behind the opponent.

Yang Feifei couldn't help but lift her face to look, only feeling that the military officer was very tall and his aura was also very powerful.

"Is Miss Yang"

The soldier let go of her hand.

The man's handsome face was expressionless, yet it gave Yang Feifei a strange feeling of fear.

Yang Feifei nodded. She recognized the person opposite her as Fu Shaoshuai, whom they had only recently mentioned.

"Do you know me"

"The General raised his glass to her politely, "As Ning Siye mentioned earlier..."

Just now

Yang Feifei keenly sensed something was amiss, but she was innocent after all and didn't think too much of it.

She nodded without any hesitation, saying, "We just met today, but from now on I will be his fiancée."

"Really"

He lifted his hand and gripped the young master's nape: "I haven't heard Young Master Ning mention you."

Ning Shu's half body felt numb.

He couldn't help but lean aside, grabbing Yang Feifei's hand: "Let's go dancing."

Yang Feifei nodded and gracefully said to Fu Shaoshuai, "Shao Shuai, let's go dancing first."

She was being led by the hand by the young master, yet she felt an inescapable gaze on her back.

Yang Feifei couldn't help but turn her head and look back.

The general stood straight, a glass of red wine in his hand. His eyes were fixed on them, his face unreadable.

Yang Feifei inexplicably felt a prickle on her back.

The hand that Ning Shu grabbed brought a touch of coolness.

Ning Shutong and Yang Feifei danced a dance together.

He couldn't help but glance at the living room, but he found that General's figure was gone.

Ning Shu's expression was one of surprise. He instinctively looked around the room for Fu Sian's figure, but found that he was gone.

He walked out as if possessed.

When she saw the army vehicles still there, she didn't realize that the sense of loss at the tip of her heart had melted away like ripples.

Ning Shu turned around.

...was pulled away by a hand. ...

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