Bossy Lover – CH 097

Chapter 97. Ice and Snow Body

The night was clear and quiet; he could only hear the sound of his own blood dripping onto the ground.

There was also the rustling sound of insects crawling out of the skin somewhere on the body.

Pain, excruciating pain. But he was too weak to struggle or utter even the slightest cry for help. His consciousness grew increasingly heavy, and he was gradually sinking into boundless darkness.

“He’s dead?”

“Your Majesty, he can still be saved.”

“I want him alive, at all costs.”

In a daze, he heard people talking above him, especially the woman’s voice, which was calm and deep. He had never heard a woman have such a voice before, as if it carried a strange and reassuring power.

He vaguely heard some conversations again, but his brain could no longer process the meaning of those words. In his hazy state, he felt a pair of extremely gentle hands holding his, like the last ray of warmth in adversity. He subconsciously used all his strength to clench them tightly in return and fell into a deep sleep.

When Ling Zheng woke up, it was late at night.

The night outside the window was quiet, and the room was softly lit. He saw that he was in an unfamiliar room, and a woman was leaning against the headboard.

He was stunned for a moment.

The conversation I heard before I lost consciousness was completely forgotten. But I vaguely remembered the person’s gently clasped hands and that deep, soft voice repeatedly whispering in my ear, “Hold on! You can’t die.”

Is it her?

Her long, silky hair cascaded across the blankets and brushed against his strong arms. Beneath the hair, a slender, graceful neck rested against his fingertips, and her face nestled softly in his palm.

Warm and fragrant, soft and delicate.

Ling Zheng, having narrowly escaped death, felt a strange sense of joy. He gently raised his other hand and unconsciously reached over to pick up a strand of very soft black hair.

However, the woman was a very light sleeper, and as soon as he touched her, she lifted her head from his arms.

Their eyes met.

His face was handsome yet haggard, while her face, which she had just raised, seemed to illuminate the entire room like a star, dazzlingly beautiful. Only a few red finger marks, pressed by his rough fingers, marked one side of her soft cheek, adding a touch of cuteness.

He couldn’t help but laugh and said, “I’m so lucky? Beautiful lady, you saved me?”

It was his usual teasing tone when he spoke to women, but he saw that her face was flushed as if stained with rouge, yet she stared at the five conspicuous finger marks and stood up with a very serious and calm demeanor.

“It was nothing,” she said casually.

The next second, she stumbled and fell straight into his arms—her legs were numb and stiff from squatting by the bed for too long.

Ling Zheng immediately supported her with both hands, feeling her soft, full, and exquisite waist, which was indescribably wonderful.

“Are you alright?” he asked with concern, her long hair brushing against his cheek, so soft.

She shook off his hand and stood up, leaving him with only her back to him: “I’ll go get you something to eat.”

Seeing her leave, Ling Zheng stopped smiling and gently lifted the blanket covering him.

Someone had already changed him into clean, soft clothes, and several parts of his body were properly wrapped in bandages and gauze, and the original bloodstains had been wiped clean.

Is it her?

Who was it that saved him? The night outside the window was dark, and he couldn’t tell where he was for a moment.

Yet this woman was mysterious and beautiful.

She was clearly not good at cooking; the porridge she brought in had a faint aroma but also a slightly burnt taste. Seeing the smile in Ling Zheng’s eyes, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face: “There’s not much food here; please make do with this.”

Ling Zheng quickly finished a small pot of porridge, looked at her and smiled, “It’s delicious.” She looked into his bright eyes and smiled back.

“You’ll be fully recovered in about ten days.” She handed him another bottle of nutritional fluid.

As Ling Zheng drank, he asked, “Where is this? Why were you able to save me?”

The plague that struck his body that night was truly terrifying. He didn’t know how his other comrades were doing, nor did he know how the daughter of the finance minister, whom he had bitten, was doing.

“This is the countryside; you’ve probably never been here before,” she said casually. “My family’s doctor can treat insect plagues. We just happened to be passing through Hope City when we saw you.”

“I will never forget your life-saving grace,” Ling Zheng said solemnly. “I just wonder how the other infected people are doing.”

She shook her head: “I don’t know.”

Seeing that she didn’t say much, Ling Zheng figured that a girl like her couldn’t possibly save many people. But the Alliance’s medicine was advanced; his comrades should be alright, right?

Thinking of this, he felt slightly relieved: “Is there a phone? I’d like to contact the military.”

She paused for a moment, then shook her head: “It’s too remote here; there isn’t any.”

He was somewhat disappointed. However, considering that he would recover from his injuries in a few days and be able to return to his unit, he realized that this woman had already helped him too much.

“My name is Ling Zheng,” he said softly. “What’s your name, my savior?”

Debbie.

If it weren’t for his concern for the fortress and his comrades, Ling Zheng really wouldn’t want to leave this paradise.

A few days later, he was able to get out of bed and walk around, and he realized that this place was truly a paradise.

Their little house was nestled in a quiet, lush valley, untouched by any other human habitation for miles around. The valley was breathtakingly beautiful; if one remained silent, the only sounds were the chirping of birds and the gentle murmur of a flowing stream.

“Do you live here alone?” he asked Debbie.

“Hmm.” Debbie changed the bandage on his waist and answered with her flushed face, “I have to leave in a few days, so I bought two maids. They will arrive tomorrow.”

The next morning, Ling Zheng woke up to find two honest-looking middle-aged men in the room. Debbie was nowhere to be seen. The two men didn’t say much but took excellent care of Ling Zheng.

Ling Zheng hadn’t expected that Debbie would be gone for five days. The two male servants knew nothing about her, and Ling Zheng’s injuries had mostly healed. He was getting a little anxious waiting in the empty mountains.

With nothing else to do, he didn’t tell the two male servants and went for a walk to get some fresh air. He was also feeling a bit restless—this remote and impoverished place probably meant he still had a long way to go to reach the city and catch the interstellar train back to the War Phoenix Fortress.

After many twists and turns, he ended up in a valley about a kilometer away from the house. He could faintly hear the sound of dripping water. But the noise was quite loud, clearly indicating that someone was there.

He became alert and looked through the layers of leaves into the distance. He could see a huge dark shadow in the deep pool surrounded by boulders.

He walked slowly forward through the woods, gradually making out what was in the deep pool, but his legs felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move forward or backward.

The moonlight was pale and bright, its reflection gently shimmering on the water’s surface.

Debbie was standing in the water when she heard his voice. She slowly turned around and froze, just like him.

Her body was as pure and white as jade, seemingly glowing faintly in the moonlight. Her exquisite, undulating lines appeared even more soft and alluring against the dark background, more graceful and captivating than any woman he had ever seen.

Ling Zheng felt a dryness in his throat.

He wasn’t stupid. Although Debbie was naturally calm, she took meticulous care of him. Besides, she had been changing his dressings herself these past few days, blushing deeply each time. He could tell, of course, that this woman had feelings for him.

However, he was naturally a womanizer, and Debbie had been incredibly kind to him, so he was unwilling to easily disrespect her.

Despite her appearance, which was undeniably alluring, like a fairy.

“…I’m sorry!” He forced his gaze away from her flawless, jade-like body, and before she could answer, he staggered away from the deep pool.

That night, unsurprisingly, he didn’t sleep well. In his dreams, he saw Debbie’s gentle eyes and beautiful body, and her soft hand holding his, caressing his body again and again.

The next day, Ling Zheng got up and went to the living room, where he saw Debbie reading a book. Noticing his footsteps, she looked up, and their eyes met.

Ling Zheng saw her face quickly turn crimson, but she pretended to be calm and continued reading her book.

Ling Zheng smiled.

He laughed, though his mind was wandering.

After breakfast, she helped Ling Zheng change his dressing. One of the wounds was on his thigh, and as usual, she focused on removing the gauze, cleaning, and applying medicine. But she had only done half of it when her face started burning.

“Why do you blush so easily?” Ling Zheng asked in a low voice, their heads very close together, his voice right next to her ear.

With a slight movement of her hand, the cotton swab pressed against his wound, causing him to gasp softly in pain.

“It was clearly you…” Her gaze seemed glued to his wound. Even though she prided herself on her composure, she couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the tent that had formed in his pants.

“Good heavens! Debbie, I’m a normal man!” Ling Zheng’s face flushed slightly. “Being personally helped by a beautiful woman like you to change my dressing, no one could resist! Especially last night…”

“I like you.” Debbie suddenly looked up at him, interrupting him. “I’m serious.”

Ling Zheng was slightly taken aback. Suddenly, he stretched out his long arm, grabbed her waist forcefully, and pulled her into his arms.

“Say it again?”

“I don’t like repetition.”

He lowered his head and kissed her lips: “…Say it again.”

“Um… I like you.”

Ling Zheng had never been so excited as he was today.

The moment he kissed her, his sweet, soft, slightly trembling red lips, both resisting and expectant, captivated him. He found himself so fond of her scent, as if he had imagined it countless times—from the very first moment he saw her, she had been so beautiful.

He placed her on the bed, his tall, strong body pressing down on her. His kisses traced the smooth, jade-like neck, slowly moving downwards. When he unbuttoned her coat, revealing the perfect body he had seen the night before, he was stunned by the incredible beauty before him.

She was different from every woman he had ever been with.

She was undeniably beautiful, yet she possessed none of the affectations or troubles often associated with women. She was decisive and efficient, even more so than many men; beneath her strong exterior, however, she was more pure than any woman he had ever met. Any physical contact between them, or even his occasional, impulsive, intense gaze, could easily make her blush.

Thus, a woman who is alluring, pure, and simple.

As he slowly entered her, her long brows furrowed slightly. Ling Zheng hesitated for a moment: “May I?”

Her hands gripped his broad shoulders. She looked so delicate at that moment, yet her flushed cheeks and brows revealed a resolute determination.

“Yes, I want you.”

Ling Zheng’s heart softened instantly.

A skilled woman would, of course, tell him she wanted it in bed. But Debbie was clearly inexperienced and couldn’t pull off those seductive gestures; all she could do was look at him with a straightforward, bright gaze and firmly say, “Yes.”

Ling Zheng suppressed his almost surging desire and slowly withdrew, her expression changing slightly. He, however, used his lips and tongue instead of a weapon, gently lingering and probing again and again.

Seeing her body trembling slightly beneath him, Ling Zheng then re-entered her, his movements still incredibly gentle.

Amid his measured yet gradually intensifying attacks, she gritted her teeth, her face flushed, and could only utter three wooden words: “You’re very good.”

Ling Zheng held her waist, his tone gentler than ever before: “Only for you.”

Because you are as clear and bright as crystal, and as pure and beautiful as unpolished jade, my tenderness will henceforth be reserved only for you.