Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

It was eleven twenty-five.

Luosang was hiding in her blanket with half of her face covered by the blanket, only exposing her eyes which were still misty from pleasure.

She had heard about that kind of thing before, but never thought that she would let anyone do it to her. After all, it made her so shy.

No wonder Nian Junting was obsessed with it ever since the first time he did it to her.

Nian Junting lied down on his side, facing her, with a big smile on his face.

“Luo, is it good?” he asked.

Luosang didn’t respond, instead covering her eyes with the blanket. Earlier, she felt that all her blood had gushed into her brain, but still, she clearly remembered how she had moaned.

“Why are you so shy? You need to get used to this.” Once Nian Junting said that, his phone rang.

He knitted his brows. He didn’t want to answer the call, but after seeing the number, he put the phone near his ear without thinking.

“Ji Chuan, you finally called,” he said.

“Em, I’ve been carrying a secret mission recently.” A deep man’s voice was heard from the phone. “I can’t in contact with the outside world.”

“I knew it.” Nian Junting laughed and said, “You should have let Nian Xi know before the mission started. She can’t get in touch with you, and that made her worry, also bringing her lots of unnecessary thoughts.”

“It happened suddenly, so I didn’t have the time to tell her,” said Feng Ji Chuan. “I heard from Xiao Si that you’ve recovered—is that true?”

“Yeah, long ago. That was ages ago.” Nian Junting glanced at Luosang, then quickly changed the topic. “Will you be back this New Year?”

“Yeah, I’ll be back New Year’s Eve, and I’ll stay for a month.” Feng Ji Chuan laughed and replied, “We should get together.”

“Sure, but I think the most important thing for you to do is to marry Nian Xi this time. You’ve been engaged for so long,” said Nian Junting.

“Marry?” Feng Ji Chuan paused.

“Yeah. Nian Xi got engaged when she was eighteen, and now she’s twenty-five. You’re nearly thirty. When are you going to marry each other?” Nian Junting asked in a deep voice.

Feng Ji Chuan stayed silent for a short while, then said, “In fact, sometimes I feel sorry for Nian Xi. I’m always outside and hardly at home. As my girlfriend, Nian Xi is always alone…”

“Won’t you be transferred to civilian work?”

“Actually… I’ve hesitated about that since last year. I don’t really want to be transferred.” Feng Ji Chuan gave a bitter laugh.

Nian Junting’s face darkened. “What do you mean?” He said, “When you joined the army, you said that you’d be back one day, and that you’d be transferred to civilian work. Because of that, Nian Xi became a police officer. But now, you’re telling me that you’re not transferring. Have you ever thought about her feelings?”

“I’ll ask her if she’s willing to be an army wife. If she’s not, I…” said Feng Ji Chuan bitterly. “Junting, you were a soldier. We were together in the army. You should know me better than anyone else. A man should fight for his country.”

Holding the phone, Nian Junting fell into a silence. A while later, he said in a deep voice, “I don’t care. Nian Xi is my sister. You can’t hurt her. Think about it; she’s the best wife for you in the world. Could you ever find anyone better than her?”

“We’ll talk about it when I get back.” Feng Ji Chuan sighed and said, “It’s nearly Christmas. Pick a necklace and give it to Nian Xi for me. I’ll pay you. I’m in a remote place with poor internet. Shopping malls don’t exist here, so I can’t buy her a gift myself.”

“Alright.” Nian Junting ended the call.