An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 46 "Hands-on"

Inside the cave, Meng Youyou spent some time getting a fire going. The dry firewood crackled and popped as it burned, the orange-red flames trembling and leaping, driving away the surrounding chill and casting dappled light and shadow on the stone walls.

The moment the fire was lit, Meng Youyou turned around and squatted down next to the unconscious man. Her fingers skillfully unbuttoned his coat, her movements as gentle as possible. As she slowly pulled the coat off his shoulders, the soft rustling of the fabric could be heard.

Immediately afterwards, she reached for the short-sleeved training uniform. As soon as her fingertips touched the bottom corner of the fabric, she felt a sticky sensation, along with a faint fishy smell.

Meng Youyou's heart tightened, and she paused in her movements. She carefully lifted a corner of the training uniform, but the fabric of the uniform stuck directly to the man's back. She became even more careful.

The process was accompanied by a continuous, slight tearing sound, which lasted until the training uniform on the back was completely lifted off.

What came into view was a patch of mottled bloodstains, mixed with the murky water of the stream, crisscrossing his back, a shocking sight, like a hideous and terrifying net.

The edges of the wound were white, and the skin and flesh, which had been soaked in cold water for a long time, were rolled up, with some places still covered with fine sand and gravel.

Meng Youyou's breath hitched, and she subconsciously gasped.

She stared blankly at the numerous scars on the man's back, arranged in a star-like pattern, as memories flooded back, pulling her back to that terrifying night...

The flickering firelight illuminated Huo Qingshan's bloodless face.

Meng Youyou no longer had the strength to cry. She looked at him, and what was once an unsolvable mystery became an even more unsolvable one.

……

After the clothes dried, she changed him into them.

But she found that the man's body was even colder than it had been two hours earlier. Although he was in a deep coma, his body was still shivering involuntarily.

She quickly took off her coat and covered the man with it, then turned to the side and hugged him tightly, just as he had hugged her in the water, fitting him snugly, trying to transfer some warmth to him with her body heat.

Meng Youyou took the man's left and right hands and rubbed them repeatedly in her palms, without stopping.

But...it doesn't seem to be working? ...What should I do? ...It feels getting colder and colder?

During this time, her gaze repeatedly drifted to the signal flare in her pocket.

He... seemed to... speak?

"Thank you... Minglang."

"……clear"

The man uttered a few words intermittently, his brows furrowed and his expression pained even in his unconscious state.

"Xie Minglang?"

Meng Youyou remembered the name she had seen on the wall of the history exhibition hall that day: "Xie Minglang"—her comrade-in-arms!
Two years ago, during a raid on cross-border arms smuggling, he bravely faced danger alone, risking his life to fight the ringleader of the criminals, but tragically sacrificed his life at the young age of 22. For his heroic performance and outstanding contributions during the operation, the military posthumously awarded him a "First-Class Merit."

In the dream...

It was the same jungle area, with layers upon layers of lush foliage and unfathomable darkness, all so similar.

They only discovered the intelligence was wrong after engaging the enemy; the enemy's personnel and weaponry far exceeded expectations, and they had cunningly prepared a backup plan: one group went ahead to smuggle goods, while another followed behind, ready to provide backup during the retreat. After several engagements, the situation gradually turned passive, and the enemy tore a hole in their pre-arranged encirclement, causing the enemy to scatter and flee.

Huo Qingshan and Xie Minglang kept a close eye on the gang leader and his group as they pursued them.

Just as he fired the shot that hit the leader's right shoulder, he was also shot in the left leg.

Later, due to excessive blood loss from his injured leg, he gradually became weak and fell into a coma.

He had no recollection of what happened afterward.

He only remembered waking up at the home of a hunting farmer. The farmer told him that he had found him in a bush when he went hunting in the mountains that morning. He was covered in blood and covered with weeds, and his breathing was very weak. The farmer took him home because he saw that he was wearing a camouflage uniform.

At the end of the story, when he dragged his injured leg back to the place where he had fainted, and followed the trail all the way back, he saw two people lying on the ground with their bodies intertwined, or perhaps corpses, one of whom was Xie Minglang.

The surrounding grass was bent over and twisted, with blood droplets hanging on the leaves. Several low shrubs also had broken branches, with specks of blood splattered on them, as if witnessing a thrilling battle fought to the death.

The person who was usually so lively and active was now lying there quietly, his body slightly curled up, his legs still crossed and locked tightly around the other person's ankles, his right hand still gripping the hilt of the military knife that was piercing the other person's chest, his wrist also being tightly held by the other person, his eyes wide open and empty.

Huo Qingshan staggered over, suppressing his grief, bent down, and tremblingly reached out to place his hand on the man's eyes, gently closing them. To his surprise, he found that the skin his fingertips touched was still somewhat warm.

Huo Qingshan slowly stood up and looked ahead. A hundred meters away, he could vaguely see a long, gray-colored boundary marker standing among the weeds. It was quite far away, and normally the red characters engraved on it should not be visible. However, Huo Qingshan knew clearly that the two characters were "China".

……

Inside the cave, the faint morning light slowly peeked in from the entrance, like a thin veil gently brushing against the rugged rocks on the cave walls.

Huo Qingshan's consciousness slowly gathered in the chaos, his eyelids trembled slightly, and finally opened a sliver of light.

The moment she opened her eyes, she realized that she was nestled in an overly soft embrace. Turning her head slightly, she saw Meng Youyou's slightly disheveled face, with her hair sticking messily to her cheeks. Even with her eyes tightly closed, the swelling was obvious.

I wonder how many times I cried last night?
Afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility, he carefully moved his body, only darting out a fraction of an inch before Meng Youyou suddenly woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw his strange struggling movements. She frowned and blurted out, "Why are you moving around again? All you do as soon as you wake up is move around!"

His voice was full of reproach.

Her hands, however, moved in a completely different way, with gentleness, helping him slowly lie down.

Huo Qingshan glanced down at his clothes and asked somewhat awkwardly, "Yesterday... did you help me change my clothes?"

Without even thinking, Meng Youyou blurted out, "If it wasn't me who switched it, who else could it be? Do you think there's a fairy godmother here?"

The tone was unfriendly.

Huo Qingshan: "..."

After checking that his wounds hadn't reopened, Meng Youyou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When she looked up, she saw an unnatural flush on the man's face, which inexplicably improved her mood. She continued to add confidently, "Not only did I change his clothes, but I also changed his pants. And when I was changing them, I couldn't help but touch them all over."

The first day of the third round of competition, I hope everyone will give their support!