Noon.
Zhong Lizhen's home.
If soft tactics wouldn't work, then he could only get tough.
Dong Xuebin picked Zhong Lizhen up, kicked open the bedroom door, and carried the youngest Female General in the Republic inside. But despite being a general, Professor Zhong was clearly only one in a technical sense; when it came to fighting ability, she naturally couldn't compare to Dong Xuebin. Zhong Lizhen didn't struggle, merely glared at him with a dark expression. Dong Xuebin didn't care about any of that. It wasn't as if he hadn't carried her before on Fu Continent. Back then, he had carried Professor Zhong like this for at least several hours, so he didn't feel that much pressure now.
Small Bedroom.
This place at least looked presentable.
There was a bed, a bookcase, and a desk. There was nothing else, forming a stark contrast to the Outer Room and the Master Bedroom filled with instruments and equipment.
This room was much better.
It looked like this was where Professor Zhong slept. He had come to the right place.
Feeling the soft touch of Professor Zhong's skin against his arms and chest, Dong Xuebin's heart stirred. He didn't dare hold her for too long and hurriedly placed her on the bed. On the plane earlier, something ambiguous had already happened between them. To keep warm, Dong Xuebin had even touched her thighs several times. In this atmosphere, he couldn't help glancing at her body. Beneath the lab coat was Professor Zhong's plump, soft flesh. When he set her down on the bed and it shook, Professor Zhong's full chest also swayed a few times, incredibly alluring.
Dong Xuebin coughed.
Zhong Lizhen abruptly sat up again and started getting out of bed. "My business is none of anyone else's concern!"
"No!" Dong Xuebin