Song Guanchao's eyebrow twitched. What is this woman looking at?

And those ambiguous words just now, clearly intended to provoke wild thoughts, were definitely deliberate.

Could this woman be interested in me?

This thought suddenly popped into Song Guanchao's mind.

When it comes to matters between men and women, he is not slow.

With this thought, he remembered how a few days ago, to investigate a case, the two of them pretended to be lovers... no, they pretended to be a married couple.

At the time, Chen Yirou behaved very professionally.

And she did not resist any physical contact with Song Guanchao at all.

Plus, they had once hid in a wardrobe, where some rather intimate physical contact occurred.

If a woman has no affection for a man, she would typically keep her distance after such contact.

But Chen Yirou acted as if nothing had happened afterward.

Moreover, Song Guanchao could clearly feel that Chen Yirou indeed harbored some inexplicable fondness for him.

Whether it's genuine affection or just wishful thinking, Song Guanchao could tell the difference.

At this moment, listening to her words, and seeing that look in her eyes, Song Guanchao became more convinced of his inner suspicions.

Having confirmed this point, Song Guanchao began to reevaluate this woman.

She might not have the stunning beauty of women like Jiang Yiren and Wu Qiangwei, but she was very pleasant to look at.

She had a pair of seemingly expressive eyes, and the more he looked, the more he felt she was an exceptional beauty.

Moreover, she had a great figure. Leaning over the chair at this moment, her slender back and slightly sunken waist showcased her best attributes.

Song Guanchao couldn't help but doubt if she deliberately posed this way to tease him.

"Soldiers usually have good physical qualities," Song Guanchao replied casually.

"Oh~," Chen Yirou prolonged the sound, with a half-smile, "no wonder you're looking for a policewoman as a girlfriend. Ordinary women might not be able to handle it."

"..." These words were too ambiguous.

"I'm not chatting with you anymore, I'll go nap for a bit, see you at dinner."

Chen Yirou stood up, and her loose clothing, previously crumpled, suddenly smoothed out as it dropped.

As she moved her leg over the chair, Song Guanchao even caught a glimpse of white through her wide pant legs.

He hurriedly averted his eyes, watching her silhouette as she left the room.

"What is this woman's deal?"

Song Guanchao was puzzled.

Was there a possibility she wanted something to happen between them?

But judging from her behavior, it didn't really seem like it.

Just now was the perfect opportunity; she could have easily made a move.

And Song Guanchao might not have rejected her.

Yet she stopped abruptly.

Song Guanchao suddenly realized he felt a little regretful and missed the chance.

Unconsciously, his thoughts were completely captivated by her.

Shaking his head, he dispelled the chaotic thoughts, and let himself fall onto the bed.

In the evening, a knock on the door woke him from his sleep.

He opened the door to find Chen Yirou standing there.

"Just woke up?"

"Mm." Song Guanchao rubbed his eyes and asked, "Where are they?"

"They went to the restaurant to order the dishes."

"Oh, alright, wait a minute, I'll change my clothes."

Song Guanchao turned back into his room, casually tossing aside the shorts and T-shirt he was wearing.

Feeling a bit of abdominal discomfort suddenly, he removed his underwear too, planning to use the bathroom and take a quick cold shower.

As he turned, he was stunned.

He looked at Chen Yirou standing at the door, dumbfoundedly asking, "Why are you still here?"

He suddenly realized that he might not have shut the door just now?

Chen Yirou glanced at his bare body, focusing a few extra seconds on the part he had to hold due to his full bladder, without any embarrassment or panic, and teasingly said, "No wonder you're a soldier, your physical state is indeed excellent."

Her words left Song Guanchao at a loss.

He instinctively reached a hand down to cover himself, but another thought popped into his mind, why bother covering?

Though he was exposed, he thought about it, and it didn't seem like he was losing out.

So he boldly let go, if she wanted to look, so be it.

"I'll take a shower, just wait a bit."

"Alright." Chen Yirou smiled teasingly, holding her composure until he went into the bathroom, then silently let out a breath and gently patted her chest.

Her calm demeanor was just a facade.

Seeing such a scene suddenly, how could she not feel panicked?

She looked towards the bathroom door, recalled the sight she just witnessed, and couldn't help but measure with her hand, murmuring, "Is he part donkey?"

After showering, Song Guanchao suddenly realized a rather serious issue.

He didn't bring any clothes in with him!

"Damn, this is a mess..."

Song Guanchao sighed, opening the door a crack, coughing awkwardly, "Hey, Old Chen."

"All done?"

"Cough, I forgot my clothes."

"Oh, just wait."

Chen Yirou stifled her laughter and soon returned, "Reach out."

Song Guanchao extended a hand, feeling something placed onto his hand heavily.

A few minutes later, he emerged dressed and saw Chen Yirou smiling at him.

Song Guanchao felt his face flush, "Let's go."

On the way, they tacitly avoided bringing up what just happened.

The restaurant Cheng Xiang recommended was near the party school.

Once inside the private room, Cheng Xiang suggested, "Shall we have a few drinks tonight?"

"A little," Song Guanchao smiled.

As the dishes were served one by one, the waiter opened a bottle of liquor, pouring for the four of them.

Cheng Xiang suggested, "Old Song, shall we have a drink together first?"

The eyes of the three were fixed on him, waiting for him to speak.

Song Guanchao raised his glass, and the three others followed.

One drink down, they all picked up their chopsticks.

Their relationship, among the training class, was unusually harmonious without barriers.

Aside from Jiang Yiren, the other three tended to be shrewd.

But they were smart, knowing whom they could use their wits against and whom they couldn't.

They approached Song Guanchao with the intention of friendship.

Whether or not Song Guanchao saw them as friends, at least it hadn't backfired yet.

After a few rounds of drinks, their faces turned rosy.

Conversations flowed more freely, and laughter continuously arose.

The meal lasted until after eight at night.

They left the restaurant, enjoying the refreshing evening breeze, feeling very comfortable.

Instead of heading back to the dorm, they walked along the pavement aimlessly.

After walking for over half an hour, Song Guanchao felt a bit lethargic and suggested they head back to rest.

So they turned around to head back.

Passing by a public restroom, Cheng Xiang said, "I'll hit the bathroom."

Jiang Yiren also clutched her abdomen and went in.

Standing on the street, Song Guanchao fished out his cigarette box and put one in his mouth.

As he lowered his head to light the cigarette, he noticed Chen Yirou watching him.

She tilted her head, her slightly drunken eyes smiling at him.

Song Guanchao took the cigarette out and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Chen Yirou gestured with her hand for him to come over.

Song Guanchao bent down, leaning in closer.

Chen Yirou suddenly hooked his neck and pressed her lips onto his.

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