Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 220: Chapter 217: Her Lack of Ambition

The light from outside the window spilled onto the neatly made single bed.

It spread across the wooden floor.

At the doorway, however, it fell into a darkness untouched by the moonlight.

Secretive, with undercurrents swirling.

Everything seemed very quiet, so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

Finally, her soft voice slowly rang out beside his ear:

“Lu Xiao, I, I have to return to the film crew tomorrow.”

Time always flew when she was with him, and she was reluctant to part with him, each time more than the last.

Lu Xiao felt her embracing him, clutching even tighter.

Bowing his head, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist, his eyes dark and deep as he asked in a low voice, “So?”

She mustn’t think that they would be separated again.

What she didn’t know was that, besides investigating whether or not Fang Zhi had broken the law, he had a new important mission to attend to in the next few days and would also be making a trip there.

In Tibet, archaeologists had unearthed a batch of precious cultural relics, extremely valuable for cultural research.

Thus, these would be transferred from Tibet into Qinghai, entrusted to them for protection and escort, to reach a national museum here.

The mission could be dangerous, since according to sources from Tibet, some information regarding the escort of the artifacts might have been leaked.

Therefore, he wouldn’t tell her until the mission was over.

Wen Xian didn’t speak, only burying her head in his chest, her hand slipping down, as if urgently tugging at something, perhaps a belt.

It seemed that only in moments of complete intimacy with him could she feel secure.

Lu Xiao just gazed down at her, watching her actions, neither initiating nor stopping her, his eyes as dark as the night outside the window, growing even deeper.

The more Wen Xian tried to pull it down, the clumsier her hands became, especially since he just stood there doing nothing.

Finally, frustrating her, she slightly gritted her teeth, murmuring irritably, “These pants are the most useless invention in this world.”

The pants he wore were driving her mad.

She struggled for a long time to no avail, suddenly hearing his quiet laughter dropping down from above.

Wen Xian immediately felt heat on her face, then suddenly, her hand was seized by his.

A pleasing voice fell beside her ear, carrying a hint of light laughter, as he said, “Let me do it.”

It seemed he was like someone overseeing everything, watching her rush, watching her embarrass, watching her annoy,

yet he remained as steady as Mount Tai, effortlessly captivating her, confusing and mesmerizing her.

Wen Xian snorted, the rustling sound of the belt being undone filling her ears as she flushed and buried herself into his chest.

What was happening.

Why was she suddenly feeling a bit inexplicably embarrassed?

Sleeping with him, it was like the first time.

Wanting him to be engrossed in her all night long, unable to detach himself.

After pulling out the belt, he gently moved her aside, his voice low and slightly hoarse in the night, adding a seductive allure, “I’m going to take a shower first.”

“Shall we go together?” Wen Xian instantly blurted out, staring eagerly at him.

Lu Xiao brushed her aside, half amused and half annoyed, “What’s the hurry, look at yourself, wipe off that drool.”

Before entering, Lu Xiao lifted his arm, flipped up his top, and in a few swift movements exposed his muscular back.

Wen Xian dabbed at the corner of her mouth, suddenly embarrassed, but then her eyes widened as she continued to stare at Lu Xiao’s back.

Gazing fondly, she boldly declared:

“So what if I’m infatuated, what’s wrong with craving you, even the Pacific Ocean could be filled with my drool for you!”