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

Chapter 47 "You want to know, what I like best...?"

Meng Youyou sat to the side, carefully checked the supplies in the bag, then looked up at Huo Qingshan and asked softly, "What are your plans next?"

Huo Qingshan slowly withdrew his gaze from the cave entrance, his expression turning serious. He casually uttered two words: "Beheading."

But his eyes were unusually firm and cold, as if it were his unquestionable mission.

Meng Youyou nodded slightly, her expression calm. After what happened last night, she wasn't surprised. She simply asked, "So, what's your plan?"

Huo Qingshan fell silent, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he were pondering something.

Meng Youyou put down what she was holding, walked over to the man, looked him straight in the eye, and began to analyze the situation clearly and logically, word by word: "You know yourself that the moment the hostage is rescued, the Blue Army will transfer almost all of its forces to the area where the Blue Army leader is stationed. With your abilities alone, it is impossible to break through the heavily guarded obstacles and successfully decapitate him, not to mention that you are injured now."

Huo Qingshan remained silent, but unconsciously clenched his fists.

Meng Youyou paused, then suddenly spoke up again: "I can help you."

Huo Qingshan suddenly looked up at him, a hint of surprise in his eyes. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but then swallowed it back.

Meng Youyou stared straight into his eyes, her voice firm and powerful: "Huo Qingshan, I saved your life, and now you can only rely on me. I am your comrade-in-arms, aren't I?"

Neither of them spoke again, their gazes meeting in the air, an undercurrent of tension. They simply looked at each other quietly, trying to read some message from each other's eyes, and fortunately, they both succeeded in the end.

……

After dividing the supplies into two equal halves, Meng Youyou handed one half to Huo Qingshan.

After taking it, Huo Qingshan threw the only can of food back at the other can.

Meng Youyou looked at the can of luncheon meat that had suddenly appeared in her bag, turned her head sharply, and said with a puzzled look in her eyes, "You're injured right now, you can't just eat compressed biscuits. Luncheon meat can replenish your protein and fat in time."

The man's calm voice rang out: "I don't like luncheon meat."

Meng Youyou retorted without holding back, "If you don't like luncheon meat, why do you put it in your bag? Canned food is heavy, carrying it around all the time, aren't you crazy?"

Huo Qingshan: "..."

Huo Qingshan didn't continue the conversation, but instead took out a flat, round paint box from the pocket of his combat uniform.

He strode up to Meng Youyou and asked in a low voice, "Do you know how to use it?"

Meng Youyou shook her head, her hair swaying slightly.

Huo Qingshan leaned down slightly, and the distance between the two suddenly closed, close enough that they could hear each other's breathing.

He opened the paint box, lightly dipped his index finger in the paint, and his fingertip was stained with a dark green. "Close your eyes."

The man whispered, his voice like it had been sanded, with a rough tenderness.

Meng Youyou obediently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her body unconsciously tensing up slightly.

Huo Qingshan slowly extended his unpainted hand, his long, slender fingers gently pinching her chin and lifting it slightly to adjust the angle. The movement carried a sense of control, yet it was gentle, both domineering and delicate, just like his own personality—innately contradictory, yet strangely compatible.

The man used his other fingertip, dipped in paint, to carefully trace along her brow bone. The touch was gentle, and he precisely controlled the pressure with each stroke, neither too light nor too heavy, neither too fast nor too slow.

A subtle caress at the corner of her eyebrow caused Meng Youyou's brow to furrow slightly, and her eyelashes trembled a little more. He seemed to notice, and his fingertips became even more cautious. From her forehead down to her cheek, the makeup spread, its coolness seeping into her skin, but his hand was warm and comforting. His calloused thumb inadvertently brushed against the corner of Meng Youyou's mouth, lingering briefly, like leaving a silent yet alluring mark.

The atmosphere, with each subtle touch, became both enchanting and intense, as if invisible threads bound the two tightly within this small space.

Meng Youyou clenched her fist, then loosened it again, then clenched it again…

Meng Youyou suddenly felt a soft "chuckle" beside her ear, and the hot breath brushed against her earlobe and neck like a feather, causing her to tremble again. The man spoke with a smile: "Did you touch me like this last night?"

His voice was deep and mellow, carrying a subtle yet alluring charm.

Meng Youyou's earlobe was burned badly by his heat, which made her feel dizzy and even caused her to go blank for a moment.

...However, he regained consciousness just moments later.

Meng Youyou: My fist is getting hard... What should I do if I want to smash something?
"Hmph! You dog of a man, using this trick again?"
Can I really stumble in the same place twice?

"You underestimate me?"

Meng Youyou opened her eyes, then suddenly tiptoed closer, her lips deliberately keeping a subtle distance from his earlobe. As she spoke, her lips moved in a series of light, almost imperceptible touches: "It's not quite the same. I use both hands, and... I found more than one more mole on you yesterday that's even sexier than the one on your Adam's apple. Do you want to know... which one I like the most?"

His tone was drawn out and seductive.

Meng Youyou admired the man's gradually reddening earlobes with satisfaction, like a painter admiring the paint he had carefully mixed.

……

The communicator got wet and couldn't be used, and Meng Youyou's intelligence about the Blue Army's leader had no chance to be transmitted.

The two ultimately decided to split up for a common goal.

Having planned their time, they set off from the cave.

When it came time to part ways, Huo Qingshan turned around and said, "Don't be reckless. Just do your best. If you encounter danger, fire a signal flare, and the rescue team will come to find you immediately."

Meng Youyou pouted in disagreement and ignored his words.

He simply uttered a childish remark: "I'm leaving. See you at the 'summit,' Battalion Commander Huo!" and then turned and left with a flourish.

Huo Qingshan watched her resolute figure walk away into the distance and suddenly smiled.

……

From the beginning, the Red Army focused on the attack and defense of strongholds in its strategic layout, and allocated most of its forces to this, with Zhang Yong in charge of command. When Huo Qingshan made arrangements, he gave a strict order: all three strongholds must be captured, and none could be lost!
Logically speaking, Zhang Yong is only a deputy company commander now, so there is little chance that such a critical task would fall to him. However, Huo Qingshan said that Zhang Yong is calm and composed in the face of danger and has the potential to command, which can be developed.

Therefore, Meng Youyou's primary task now is to avoid the scattered Blue Army mobile teams and the Blue Army lurking near the strongholds along the way, find the nearest Red Army stronghold, transmit the intelligence, and seek assistance to cooperate in the decapitation operation.

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