The man subconsciously swallowed, his hand twitching at his side, about to reach for Luo Xuetang's thigh. But she turned her head, her pink lips slightly curved, her eyes, seemingly capable of speech, gleaming with a half-smile. His hand froze instantly.
However, Luo Xuetang suddenly shifted her waist, taking something from her handbag. In an instant, her buttocks pushed against the man, revealing more of her snow-white, smooth skin. The contours of her rounded buttocks were fully displayed, truly plump and luscious, round like the moon, especially breathtaking compared to her slender waist.
The man's breathing quickened, but Luo Xuetang calmly sat up straight, opened her makeup box, and meticulously applied lip liner, making her red lips even more vibrant and alluring…
In those few short moments, I witnessed a series of subtle movements, as if they were happening right before my eyes, like watching a 3D movie on a giant screen—a magical experience until my brain felt slightly dizzy before I snapped out of it. I was somewhat surprised. Actually, this had happened before. When I first regained consciousness, whenever I focused my mind to see something clearly, I would unknowingly fall into this strange state, able to see even insects a kilometer away, but soon a feeling of dizziness would arise…
However, I couldn't care less about the dizziness now. I closed my eyes and thought about what I had just seen. Clearly, Xue Tang and that blond man weren't a couple. It seemed more like the man was pursuing Xue Tang, and Xue Tang might have some ambiguity with him, but hadn't accepted him yet!
In that case—
A smile crept onto my lips. If that was the case, I still had a very good chance of winning back Xue Tang's heart. After all, we had a relationship of over ten years, and we had even shared our first time…
And even if it was difficult, I wouldn't give up!
The plane took off without any problems. After several hours of flight, we arrived safely in Shen City.
As I disembarked, I quietly followed the two of them. Aside from the man taking Xue Tang's hand when she got up from her seat, there was no other physical contact, which reassured me slightly, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, at the security checkpoint, a mother with a child cut in line, and I could only watch helplessly as Xue Tang and the man went through security together and walked out. A sense of anxiety welled up inside me, especially since the mother ahead of me was carrying quite a few things, and checking them all would be a waste of time.
When it was finally my turn, their figures had already disappeared into the crowd, which made me slightly frustrated. But perhaps my anxiety triggered something; my brain buzzed, and I seemed to enter a special state where the movements of every pedestrian seemed to be replaying in reverse, like a film reel.
I quickly spotted Xue Tang and the man in the crowd. They were… walking that way!
I blinked, a slight dizziness washing over me, and pulled myself out of that strange state. I found an airport staff member nearby and asked, "Excuse me, which lane is that way?"
The staff member looked in the direction I was pointing and said, somewhat surprised, "Hello sir, that should be the VIP lane. There's no VIP lane..."
Before he could finish speaking, I eagerly walked over. Sure enough, the crowd thinned out, mostly consisting of middle-aged men in suits. My casual attire and extremely outdated style attracted a lot of attention, as it was clothing from seven years ago.
Upon reaching the VIP passage, a waiter stopped me. A successful-looking businessman, arm in arm with a female companion, wore a subtle air of superiority, a knowing smile waiting to see me fail. Sure enough, the waiter said, "Sir, this is the VIP passage; a VIP card is required..."
I was anxious; I had no such thing on me. A brief standoff ensued. The businessman's smile widened. He certainly wouldn't mock me, as that would lower his own status; he simply watched quietly.
I couldn't help but sigh. Social stratification was becoming increasingly severe. Ten years ago, there weren't even VIP passages. Now, with peace, business was booming, and the wealthy were everywhere.
I didn't want to continue the standoff. Suddenly, I remembered that the organization had given me something like an identification card, saying it would be very convenient when dealing with government agencies. I hadn't planned to use it, but now I could give it a try.
I took the document out of my bag. The cover featured a dragon and phoenix intertwined, decorated with platinum and gold. I handed the document to the waiter, who first glanced at it curiously, then, as if remembering something, quickly took out a laser scanner and scanned it. His eyes widened suddenly, filled with excitement.
He snapped to attention, assuming a perfect military posture, and loudly proclaimed, "Major Li Dong, you have another operation to attend to. Please proceed immediately!"
He then returned the document with both hands. I didn't say anything, but before taking it back, I scanned it. Hmm?
Li Dong.
Democratic Republic of China, First Special Operations Division, Major.
When did I become a major?
A hint of doubt flickered in my mind, but I couldn't dwell on it now. I quickly followed along the corridor.
The businessman's eyes widened. He had also seen the words on the ID—such a young major…
He silently memorized Li Dong's face; perhaps it would come in handy later. That's how businessmen are—you have to be shrewd and diplomatic.
I ran along the passageway. There was a platform there, lined with luxury cars. I looked up and finally saw Xue Tang on the other side of the platform, with the foreign man standing in front of her.
They were very close, seemingly talking. Just as I was about to concentrate and drive over, I saw Xue Tang suddenly wrap her arms around the man's neck, close her beautiful eyes, and offer him a sweet kiss!
At the same time, my special state activated, and four lips pressed tightly together came into clear view. Her pink lips were fresh and tender, with barely any lines, as smooth as freshly cut aloe vera. The man's lips on the other side were slightly chapped, thick, and scarlet.
A soft "slurp" sounded, and the four lips, locked in a kiss, suddenly twitched, sucking even tighter. The pink lips and full lips appeared even more plump and moist as they met. Then, with a few more slurping movements, their lips pressed even closer together, accompanied by a soft moan.
The red, tender lips parted slightly, revealing a small, pink tongue being sucked between the man's lips, seemingly unwilling to let it leave.
Xue Tang gave a coquettish snort, first pushing him away with her small hands. Unable to push him away, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, letting the man suckle her fragrant tongue for a while before finally pushing him away…
She gave the man a reproachful look, a sudden smile appearing in her eyes, and breathed out, "Rosemary scent… is it good?"
The blond man's face flushed as if he had been drinking, his cheeks and lips twitching as if sucking on candy for a while before he opened his eyes, gazing at the incomparably beautiful woman before him, and said, mesmerized: "Delicious...but your tongue is even more delicious..."
He said, leaning closer to Xue Tang again. Her eyes were like water, her tongue licking around her tender pink lips. Suddenly, she took two steps back, dodging him, and playfully touched his lips with her slender finger, saying, "Then next time, you'd better be more sincere~"
The man nodded as if in a dream, while the beauty turned gracefully. A Mercedes-Maybach electric car beside them opened its sliding door at just the right moment. She gracefully pulled her legs in and sat inside, waving her hand lightly at the man.
As the door closed, the car smoothly started, carrying the beauty away. The blond man seemed to savor the moment for a while before getting into a BMW and driving off as well. What was truly left behind was...
Only me, standing there, stunned.
After a long pause, I took a few deep breaths, an indescribable bitterness lingering in my heart. What was even harder to accept was—looking down, I saw a small tent slightly protruding in my crotch.
I stood there for a while, letting the tent subside, but a complex, unspeakable feeling, as if a bowl of sour cheese soup had been poured into my chest, lingered.