novelraw Chapter 390: Comrades Still Need to Work Hard (Part 1)
Chapter 390: Comrades Still Need to Work Hard (Part 1)
"Mmm..." A muffled groan slipped into Ji Rui’s ears. He opened his eyes to see a face very close to his.Ji Rui squinted his sleepy eyes, gazing at the dense eyelashes and the startled, panicked dark eyes beneath them.
Feeling the hand in his palm struggling, Ji Rui instinctively tightened his grip. The kneeling person was pulled by this and, unable to control her momentum, fell onto him.
The woman’s elbow struck heavily against his rib as she fell, causing Ji Rui to frown in pain. In the blink of an eye, the woman’s face, unable to stop in time, was already close to his.
"Mr. Ji..." The woman’s panicked whisper, as heard in Ji Rui’s heart, was like a startled playful kitten stretching out its tiny paws to scratch, ticklish yet with a slight sting.
Ji Rui’s other hand swung up swiftly, but the force he exerted on the back of the woman’s head was incredibly gentle.
Just enough to bring her face into the crook of his neck.
"Shh, don’t wake Yang Sheng!"
Le Tong, whose face was buried in his neck by force, felt her heart pounding erratically. When she heard him murmur those words in her ear in a husky, low voice, her face flushed scarlet.
It was only when her heartbeat gradually returned to a normal pace that Le Tong remembered to struggle.
But Ji Rui’s large palm was still cupping the back of her head, allowing her face to rub back and forth in his neck, yet she couldn’t escape his grasp.
"Scoundrel!" Le Tong angrily scolded in a low voice.
The man, who initially let her nestle obediently in his neck, heard her reprimand and without hesitation, turned to peck accurately on her tender lips.
Since he was already wearing the label of a scoundrel, wouldn’t it be a waste not to do something to earn this title?
"You..." Le Tong burned with anger, wanting to tear him apart.
But the problem was, one hand was being held by him, her head was pinned, and although she had one hand and two feet free, with her slender arms and legs, how could she tear apart the abominable man in front of her?
Unless, using her mouth?
Le Tong glanced over at the man’s thin lips, pondering slightly on how to tear, lip to lip?
Startled by her own sudden thought, Le Tong’s mind exploded at the mere imagination of that scene.
"Cough, cough..."
A faint coughing sound pushed Le Tong, who was contemplating how to tear Ji Rui apart, back into a whirlpool of embarrassment.
It felt like being caught sneaking around, and the shame rapidly overwhelmed all of Le Tong’s senses.
"Yang Sheng, keep sleeping!"
Ji Rui’s domineering voice slipped into Le Tong’s ear, hot breath scattered across her face, making her wish she could immediately dig a hole in the sand and bury herself!
Then, the Le Tong who wished to bury herself heard the rustling sounds from beside her, and moments later, heard Yang Sheng’s amused voice, "I’ll take a walk over there, you two carry on!"
Only when the clicking footsteps faded away did Le Tong lift her face from his shoulder, glared fiercely at his faintly smug handsome face, and hissed softly, "Let go of me! Stinking rogue!"
Ji Rui lowered his gaze to stare at her, his eyes deep and inscrutable, and not only did the strength of his hold not diminish, it even increased a little.
The two locked eyes for a moment, then Ji Rui raised his thick brows, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Do you know what a scoundrel is? Hmm?" Meanwhile, the grip on the back of her head intensified slightly again.
Le Tong paused, recalling how she had been nipped by this man just for cursing him as a scoundrel earlier...
If she followed his words now, who knew what shameless act this man would do.
With that thought, Le Tong turned her face away to avoid his scorching gaze.
"I don’t know!" she grunted coldly, gritting her teeth.
"You..."
Ji Rui seemed to grind his teeth, sighed somewhat helplessly, bowed his head to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then, without warning, let her go.
With this ostrich, he really had no means.
"Get up, although you are very light, if you keep pressing on me like this, I’m afraid I..."
Ji Rui’s words abruptly ended. His deep eyes closely watched her face slowly turn red, his gaze burning and scalding.
"Come on, get up..." Ji Rui’s voice, in contrast to his fiery gaze, was slightly hoarse but as soft as a feather falling. With one hand supporting her lower back and the other her shoulder, he easily helped her sit up.
Le Tong had little experience with the affairs of men and women, and her only encounter was that time with Ji Rui when she was drunk. But even so, she wasn’t so naïve as to not understand the meaning of Ji Rui’s unfinished sentence.
Thus, as soon as he helped her to sit properly, she stood up suddenly, her face flushed from her ears, and hurriedly ran away, slipping into the tent in no time.
Ji Rui watched as the tent flap snapped shut, and he also sat up, taking a deep breath to forcibly calm the restive stir she had provoked within him.
After he leisurely walked to where Yang Sheng was standing, gazing out over the sea, and stopped, that man standing against the sea breeze coolly tossed a line, "The revolution is not yet successful, comrades still need to strive!"
Ji Rui raised his head slightly, letting the salty sea breeze whistle past his cheeks and ears.
"Rest assured, I won’t let her escape!"
From the moment Ji Rui came to terms with his own heart, he had already made certain of this.
Yang Sheng withdrew his gaze, looking at him with a sideways smile, "Honestly, are you preparing to draw a cage for her with the world as the boundary?"
Ji Rui neither confirmed nor denied it. In any case, she could mess around or make trouble however she wanted, as long as she didn’t leave his sight!
As for the scope covered by his sight, perhaps, as Yang Sheng mentioned, using the world as the boundary.
In this regard, Ji Rui was actually in a state of deep contradiction.
He longed to imprison her in his embrace to protect her, yet he couldn’t bear to restrict her freedom in the slightest. The only solution was to expand his sphere of influence as much as possible, broad enough for her to roam and live freely.
Previously, the word "compromise" rarely appeared in his vocabulary. Because he wasn’t someone who would wrong himself for others.
But after meeting Le Tong, his dictionary began to frequently feature many rare words.
And his life, as a result, began to change bit by bit, from being black and white to being filled with various colors and hues.
Yang Sheng gazed at the man standing steady as a mountain beside him, his eyes filled with both envy and a trace of concern.
"With such a domineering captor like you, I wonder if it’s Tongtong’s fortune or misfortune!"
Ji Rui turned his head, gazing at him with unwavering certainty, "Don’t worry, I will make her happy!"