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

Chapter 91 "This is no more useful than a towel"

At night, Meng Youyou returned to her dormitory after washing up in the public bathroom and took a dry towel to dry her hair.

Suddenly she vaguely heard a soft rustling sound, rising and falling, like something rubbing against the wall, which sounded particularly clear in the quiet night.

She subconsciously stopped drying her hair, turned around, and looked straight at the windowsill.

Immediately afterward, the sound of glass being tapped came from where her gaze was focused, "thump, thump, thump," not hurried, but each tap struck Meng Youyou's heart.

As if they had suddenly developed a telepathic connection, a hint of surprise and anticipation flashed in Meng Youyou's eyes.

She immediately put down the towel in her hand, rushed over, and pulled open the curtains.

Before her eyes was a face she had been longing for, hidden in the night. The man's hair was slightly disheveled, and he was clinging tightly to the windowsill on the fifth floor.

The cold winter wind ruffled his collar and his short hair, which was a bit longer than when they last met, but it didn't dry the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

For some reason, Meng Youyou's eyes instantly reddened.

On one side was darkness, and on the other side was light. The glass window reflected a face that was a mixture of joy and heartache.

Huo Qingshan smiled at him: "Let me in first?"

Meng Youyou then realized what was happening and hurriedly went to open the window.

……

After Huo Qingshan came in, he drew the curtains again, turned around, and said the first thing he said was, "Dry your hair."

Meng Youyou nodded somewhat hesitantly.

I went over to pick up the towel that I had carelessly tossed onto the back of the chair.

The moment I picked it up, a large, cool hand snatched the towel away.

She spoke softly, "I'll do it."

"it is good."

The man leaned slightly forward, holding a towel in both hands and gently pressing it onto her wet hair, his movements slow and gentle.

He then unfolded a towel and covered her head, gently rubbing her hair with his fingers, meticulously massaging it from root to tip, his eyes focused.

The two were quite close, and Meng Youyou slowly smelled a faint... disinfectant smell, somewhat similar to the smell of the infirmary.

She asked, "Where did you come from?"

The man's hand holding the towel paused slightly. He looked down at the girl's contemplative profile beneath him, and after a few seconds of silence, he chose to tell the truth: "The hospital."

Meng Youyou turned around, met his gaze, and asked again, "Are you injured?"

"A minor injury" is phrased in a nonchalant tone.

She pressed, "Where are you hurt? Let me see."

As she spoke, she reached out to pull off his clothes.

Huo Qingshan grasped the hands that were groping on his body, his gesture carrying a gentle sense of restraint.

He patiently explained, "It wasn't an external injury. During the mission, I was accidentally exposed to some poison gas in the escape tunnel while chasing criminals. Fortunately, the poison gas was not yet fully developed and was in a semi-finished state, so its toxicity was relatively weak."

After being in a coma for several days, he is now out of danger.

Meng Youyou didn't believe her. "Are you telling the truth? You can't lie to me."

“Absolutely true,” Huo Qingshan raised his right hand, gently smoothed the girl’s furrowed brow with his thumb, and continued to explain, “Today’s blood test results show everything is normal. The doctor said I can be discharged directly after two more days of observation in the hospital.”

His voice was patient and gentle.

Meng Youyou was a little angry: "Then why aren't you resting in the hospital? Why are you climbing walls and windows here so late at night? You don't know how to take care of your body at all."

His tone was full of accusation.

Huo Qingshan pulled her into his arms and said gently, "I was afraid you would worry, I was afraid you would think I hadn't thought of you, and most importantly, I wanted to see you."

In an instant, Meng Youyou's heart softened like the clouds in the sky, colorful clouds. Incredibly soft, incredibly radiant.

She tilted her head slightly to look at him and whispered, "Then kiss me."

He spoke with a slight hesitation, but every word was enunciated with exceptional clarity.

She was still a little uneasy; if he dared to kiss her, it would prove that what he said was true.

Huo Qingshan couldn't help but chuckle, his smile bright. "So proactive?"

His tone was slightly teasing, but mostly affectionate: "Looks like I'll get a kiss after every mission from now on."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently and tenderly.

Meng Youyou frowned.

But the next second, two warm, soft lips touched her skin.

Their lips rubbed together, tightly pressed together, and he reshaped her softness, squeezing, pulling, and transforming it again and again.

He would sometimes gently hold it in his mouth, and sometimes suddenly suck on it forcefully, making it unpredictable and irresistible.

Meng Youyou's hands unconsciously gripped the man's clothes tightly. Even though it wasn't her first time, her heart was still pounding.

Her thick eyelashes trembled again and again, as if she sensed an impending storm, or perhaps she was simply struggling to breathe.

Meng Youyou pushed the person away a little, panting heavily.

The man pressed his forehead against hers, lightly brushing his nose against hers, and smiled seductively: "Hmm? Weren't we supposed to be checking my health? We haven't finished yet."

The man's Adam's apple bobbed forcefully as he spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

Enraged, Meng Youyou tried to push the man's broad shoulders with both hands, but to no avail.

He moved closer, his eyes burning with an unknown blaze that scalded Meng Youyou's eyes and made her heart clench in pain.

He captured her lips again, gently licking and biting. After a brief exploration, he directly revealed his burgeoning ambition. He became impatient, and his tongue forcefully broke through the valve and invaded her mouth.

He acquired a latent aggressiveness, a nature unique to him, which he no longer suppressed, indulging himself in enjoyment and debauchery.

He passionately invited her to dance.

Unable to refuse his warm invitation, the familiar yet unfamiliar surge of emotion completely overwhelmed her reason, and instinct drove her to dance passionately with him.

I wandered aimlessly around the room in a daze, the world warm and damp.

It's like a fire has started, or perhaps more than one fire, burning endlessly, turning the world upside down.

Water and fire mingled endlessly, making one lose track of what year it was...

After a long while... Meng Youyou opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

The sound of the man's heavy breathing filled my ears.

She smiled smugly: "You can't breathe either."

Hearing this, he laughed, a mischievous laugh: "I'm not like this because I can't breathe."

Meng Youyou was humiliated, and the blush on her face deepened even further.

She ignored him and instead asked, "Are you going back?"

"Ah."

When can I be discharged from the hospital?

"As I said before, it should be around the day after tomorrow."

He released her, looked at her face, then at her hair, and joked, "Your hair is all dry; it's more useful than a towel."

Meng Youyou: "..."