The azure sky was washed clean, the clouds were light and the wind gentle. In the alley, the sycamore tree in the center, with its leaves as deep green as jade, spread out like a giant umbrella, shading the sun.

The sound of cicadas makes one's heart feel restless.

Side gate of A City No. 1 High School.

"Damn you, Yan Yan is our Red Sister's man, you better know your place!"

Several small delinquents, each brandishing a brick, surrounded the man in blue's vehicle.

Looking at these little punk girls' arrogance, Qiao sneered, "I'm sorry, I'm not as ugly as your mother."

As soon as he saw the heavy makeup on the young woman's face, he changed his expression and added another dig: "Besides, Yan Yan seems uninterested in you kinds of creatures who haven't fully evolved."

Yan Yan and Cong Xiao have known each other since childhood, they are handsome and can be considered half-neighbors.

Living in the military compound, they had been classmates since kindergarten and visited each other often. It was perfectly normal.

It's a face that is utterly unremarkable, yet every word it utters drips with venom.

Little Sister's face "brushed" and changed, grinning with bared teeth, her momentum was half-angered.

"Chirp!"

A jarring screech of brakes echoed from the end of the alley, causing everyone to jump.

A solemn military jeep, imposing and majestic, stood at the end of the alleyway like a mighty lion.

Few dare to openly flaunt the war god's dragon, Chi Long, in the capital.

The little punks immediately shut up.

A burly man in military uniform stepped out of the driver's seat. He wore a military cap that obscured most of his face when he lowered his head.

He dashed over to the group of people, stood straight and saluted. His dark face was expressionless as he spoke in a clear and firm voice: "Ms. Qiao, General Mu requests your presence in the vehicle."

Even though Xiao Taimei was clueless, she glanced at the two stars on his shoulders and the dark object in his belt pouch. She didn't dare act rashly.

With a slight lift of his eyelids and the corners of his mouth curving into two dimples, he was instantly charming.

Tilting her head and blinking innocently, she looked at the stunned few: "I'm going home, do you have anything else?"

The little gangster was so frightened that she shook her head hurriedly, not daring to breathe. Her limbs were stiff and she stood there motionless, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. In an instant, she ran away without a trace.

Seeing everyone scatter like that, Joe's smile froze on his face, a hint of disdain flickering at the corners of his eyes.

Seeing that the Falcon Dragon was parked at the mouth of the alley, its eyes ignored everything, ready to pass right through.

The car window rolled down, revealing a wild and unrestrained face.

"Get in the car!"

A voice devoid of warmth arose, dull and sharp.

...necked, and sheepishly scrambled up.

Mu Jinyao's face was dark and composed, his military uniform tailored to perfection.

Stern and imposing, with a clear five senses, his black eyes gaze forward, revealing both power and sharpness.

Below a straight nose bridge, skin stretched thin, a heavy atmosphere between the brows, leaving one uneasy.

His nose was beaded with sweat, his eyes lowered, but his voice was laced with a sourness as he said, "General Mu, long time no see. I trust you are well!"

As soon as he spoke, his icy gaze swept across the room, leaving everyone feeling like they were in an ice cellar.

He came over like a strong mountain, his black eyes narrowed, coldly looking down, "Skin?"

His clear eyes met hers, pinned her in a corner. The air around them was thick with his powerful aura.

I couldn't help but swallow, my eyes flickering: "Get out of the way!"

He grew up in a military compound, and after his family rose in status, they moved out of City A years ago. They have always kept in touch with them, and I heard he recently came back.

You always hear about him from other people.

His comrade-in-arms, Little History, always looked up to him as an idol and constantly referred to him as Commander Mu.

I'm getting tired of it. Besides calling his parents during holidays, he doesn't seem to care much the rest of the time.

His little hand rested on his chest, his voice tinged with grievance. "How dare I defy General Mu? You are a renowned and esteemed…"

Before he could finish his sentence, his rough hand grasped hers. His eyes were cold and arrogant. "Who are you gambling with, little girl?"

Of course, it's with you!

But he didn't dare to say it, turned his head away, with eyelashes curled like a brush neatly, slightly drooping, covering the depths of his eyes.

"Before Ye Feng cleared his throat: 'Big brother, where are we going?'"

Mu Jin Yao's expression was cold as he said, "Military compound."

She was taken aback, her eyes stubbornly fixed on him, she smiled stiffly, "You don't have to be so polite. Just turn left at the next intersection and let me off there, I can walk home."

Distancing, indifference.

His eyes were filled with this kind of emotion.

He glared with a dark face, gritting his teeth, “Joe!”

A pang of emotion swept through him, and the glazed-over eyes, usually so clear, clouded over with a film of mist.

It was him who silently left without a word back then.

What gives him the right to do this?!

Lift her head, stretching out a graceful neck, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, like a pomegranate just ripe.

"General Mu, do you think I look cheap?"

His face blanched for a terrifying instant.

His voice trembled slightly, and his arms slowly climbed up his neck.

"With a dazzling smile, she said, "After all these years of silence from you, what brings you here now!?"

Only then did Mu Jin Yao realize, seeing the girl's smile brimming with mirth and her eyes captivating, that this little girl had long grown up.

"Joe."

He tried his best to regain his composure, the arm around him was icy against his skin, a faint, sweet scent emanating from it.

Staring into his pitch-black eyes, I leaned in, greedily inhaling the scent of him.

"I'm old now."

As if seeing through his thoughts, her teeth, white as pearls, opened in a natural smile. "I'm an individual now."

Though his cheeks were still youthful, he emanated a fierce and brutal air.

The face, as heavy as iron, showed no reaction. The icy lips had already pressed against his.

The soft petals were moistened with dew.

"Boom!"

His gaze struck him like lightning, freezing him in place.

At this moment, the carriage fell silent. Neither of them could hear nor see anything around them.

Lithe-tongued, clumsy yet bold, he licks his petal.

Like a small tongue, moist and tender, licking at a wound.

He jolted awake, grabbing the arm that was still entangled with him, and angrily shouted, "Jo!"

He was laughing without a care, his face burning with passion, his lips tinged with desire.

"General Mu, after all these years, you're still the same."

He gripped his wrist tightly, his eyes like a wolf's, and snarled, "What?!"

ruthless, cruel.

Those eyes made one's heart flutter. Smiling, he walked towards her, "Brother Jin."

His arms, like steel bars, slammed down hard. Looking at the small board sway slightly, his eyes were cold and unfeeling.

Not wanting to die, Mu finally showed some compromise, smiling and saying, "Brother Jin, just kidding."

From childhood to adulthood, only he dared to be like this.

He eased his grip, releasing her wrist. He straightened himself and fixed his gaze on her with a cold expression.

"Joe, be honest!"

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