Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Luo Sang was speechless.
Nian Xi looked at Luo Sang sympathetically, Luo Sang must have reaped a significant amount of bad karma in her past lives to have been fancied by her brother.
…
As Luo Sang picked at her food melancholically at the dining table, she seemed to suddenly recall something, “Oh yes, Xixi, why don’t sleep with me tonight? your brother worries for me after my injury, you can keep me company.”
“Sure, I don’t intend to go back anyways, it’s too gruelling,” Nian Xi nodded incessantly.
“No way,” Nian Junting said as he laid down his chopsticks.
“Don’t tell me she snores as well,” Luo Sang was tormented.
“She’s working overtime tonight,” Nian Junting said.
Nianxi had a sense of foreboding, “Who said?”
“I said,” Nian Junting whipped out his handphone, “Let me give your officer a call.”
Luo Sang was lost for words.
Nian Xi looked as if she were about to cry. She put away her food and grabbed his hand, begging, “Enough, enough, will it suffice if I don’t sleep here tonight? I’m already dead beat from staying up late to investigate Sangsang’s case last night.”
“Alright, then I won’t make you work overtime.”
Nian Junting put down his handphone, satisfied, “Don’t see it as your elder brother threatening you, if you don’t want to go back, you can sleep in your own room too.”
“No no, I’ll go back,” Nian Xi waved her hands lethargically, she preferred not to be found guilty of being a third-wheel and forced to work overtime.
As Luo Sang looked on, she felt immensely apologetic towards Nian Xi.
…
A short while after dinner, Nian Xi left. Luo Sang was upset at how over-bearing Nian Junting was, and so she ignored him and went to take a shower.
After her shower, she noticed that Nian Junting had not come into her room yet, so she began playing with her handphone.
Shortly, she heard a knock at her door, followed by the sound of the door opening and footsteps.
Luo Sang deliberately looked down and continued playing with her handphone, until a hand snatched it away. She looked up and was stunned.
Standing before her was statuesque figure dressed in a green army uniform, with glistening hair combed neatly to the sides. He wore an almost perfectly handsome face with chiseled features. Compared to his usual look in his business suit, this was a far more awe-inspiring sight.
The corners of Nian Junting’s lips were raised elegantly.
Looking at Luo Sang staring at him, awestruck and nearly salivating, he felt a little helpless. He knew that in the past, many female soldiers had been instantly infatuated at the sight of him in his military uniform, but Luo Sang was simply spellbound.
“Why… are you dressed like this?” Luo Sang had some difficulty finding her voice again.
Although he was certainly handsome and made her heart flutter, he was now discharged from the army and it was strange for him to put on his uniform in the middle of the night.
“I was tidying my wardrobe just now and chanced upon my uniform from years ago, so I decided to try it on. I didn’t think it would fit, but it appears that after all these years after being discharged, my figure remains as perfect as ever.”
Nian Junting sat down at the side of the bed, staring deeply into her eyes, without a hint of emotion on his face.
“…”
Why would someone tidy his wardrobe for no apparent reason?
Did he think that she was an idiot?
Luo Sang coughed, “I remember talking to Nianxi about her boyfriend in his military uniform before dinner, don’t tell me that you put on your uniform just because of that.”
“How can that be? Am I that kind of guy?” Nian Junting casually raised his eyebrows.
Luo Sang remained at a loss for words.
You are… you are…
A cacophony of voices reverberated in her head.
“Normally, wearing my business suit already makes me a lady-killer, it was just that Nianxi was there showing off her boyfriend, so I did not say anything,” Nian Junting remarked nonchalantly.
