Chapter 1202 Short Legs, Don't Blame My Long Pants

Chapter 1202 Short Legs, Don't Blame My Long Pants

"What? Did you fall in love with him?" Zong Zhan stood in the rain, his eyes that had been washed by the rain became darker and brighter.

Xi Luo sneezed suddenly, shrank her shoulders and slowly raised her eyelids, "I've seen his hand, I want to chop it."

Zong Zhan pursed his thin lips, and tightened his grip on her waist, "Xi Luo, this is the battalion, take it easy."

The moment the words fell, the man let go of his strength, as if he was about to put her down.

Xi Luo put her arms around Zong Zhan's neck, holding her tightly and refusing to let go, "If you dare to let go, I will call you obscene."

She lay on the ground and drenched in the rain for three minutes, how dare you reason with her? !

Zong Zhan lowered his eyes and stared at the rain-covered woman. He didn't look as embarrassed as her, and his heart softened inexplicably, "You are the most fucking woman I have ever seen."

Xi Luo hugged the man's neck, and pressed her forehead against his face with a weak look, "I want coffee."

"No." Zong Zhan raised his foot and walked forward again, lifting her with his arms, holding her more firmly in his arms.

"Don't buy it, right?" Xi Luo pinched his ear with her fingers, "Ah... Chief Zong, what are you doing..."

Although the woman's sudden cry was diluted by the rain, there was no guarantee that it would not be heard.

Zong Zhan turned his head abruptly, brushed his thin lips against the woman's forehead and gritted his teeth, "Xi Luo!"

"Buy it or not?" Xi Luo raised her eyebrows and met the man's fiery eyes, smiling like a stealing fox, "I'll call you if you don't buy it."

She thought that this man was thick-skinned and invulnerable, and he didn't even care about his reputation.

Zong Zhan has nothing to do with Xi Luo's troubles. Although he is helpless, he doesn't hate it.

He squinted at the smiling but embarrassed woman, his thin lips slightly raised, "Is that why you want me to fuck you?"

Xi Luo has been immune to such words for a long time, an incompetent two-two man, probably just has a mouthful every time.

She shook off the rainwater from her hands, and then slapped Zong Zhan's face twice, "My dear, if you don't buy coffee, you can't talk about anything."

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A few minutes later, Zong Zhan carried Xi Luo back to his dormitory again.

The little Baiyangs standing in the military posture were stunned. Reporter Xi fainted and was not sent to the infirmary, why did he just carry him back to the dormitory?

The commander was also at a loss, but he didn't dare to ask about the chief.

In the dormitory, Xi Luo took off her long raincoat, looked down at the already soaked camouflage uniform inside, pulled it twice, and shivered again.

Zong Zhan threw her raincoat aside, took off her camouflage cap and rubbed her wet cropped hair, "What coffee do you want?"

"Latte, two shots." Xi Luo shrugged her shoulders and took off her coat, her whole body was cold and damp, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Zong Zhan caught a glimpse of her movements and reminded him, "Go take a shower first."

Before Xi Luo could answer, the man turned around and went out the door.

Xi Luo didn't have time to talk to him for the time being, she just wanted to change out of her wet clothes as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Zong Zhan's dormitory has an independent bathroom, so he doesn't have to go to the public shower room like other male soldiers' dormitories.

At the same time, an army green jeep pulled out from the battalion parking lot and went out to buy coffee for the woman.

The camp is located in Miyun Mountain, and the nearest coffee shop is more than 20 kilometers away.

Zong Zhan drove towards the highway, until he arrived at the coffee shop, he realized that he had run more than 20 kilometers to buy coffee for her in heavy rain.

Probably crazy.

On the other side, after taking a hot bath, Xi Luo dispelled the chill after the rain, and her cheeks regained a little rosiness.

She returned to the dormitory wrapped in a bath towel, only to realize that she had no clothes to wear.

The heavy rain outside the window has not stopped, and the dense raindrops hit the glass, and the sound of crackling can be heard endlessly.

When Zong Zhan came back with coffee, he smelled the familiar smell of shower gel when he entered the door.

He glanced at the empty bathroom, guessing that Xi Luo had already taken a shower, but there was no sign of a woman in the room.

At this time, a rustling sound came from the direction of the innermost wardrobe.

Zong Zhan followed the sound and saw a pair of slender and fair legs when the wardrobe door opened.

The woman bowed slightly, not knowing what to do behind her.

Zong Zhan stared at the looming beautiful legs behind the cabinet door, and his Adam's apple rolled twice.

In fact, there are two female characteristics that men can never ignore, one is beautiful buttocks and the other is beautiful legs.

Coincidentally, Xi Luo took all of them.

Zong Zhan walked over unhurriedly, holding on to the closet door with one hand, the moment he lowered his eyes, his breath stopped for a second.

At this time, the woman in front of him was wearing his white shirt, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she was bending over to rummage through boxes.

Zong Zhan took a step forward, "What are you looking for?"

Xi Luo straightened up, turned around and complained, "Don't you have shorter pants?"

After saying that, she looked at Zong Zhan's stern and resolute face, and just happened to see a few drops of rainwater slipping from the corner of his forehead to his chin, which brought out a bit of wild masculinity.

Xi Luo scanned around from top to bottom, saw that he was still wearing the raincoat he had been wearing before, and was holding two cups of coffee in his left hand, and felt a little soft-hearted for some reason.

Although the military's raincoat has good rainproof effect, the hood and neckline on the back are integrated.

If you don't wear a hat, the rain will wet the clothes inside from the neck, such as her.

Xi Luo recalled that Zong Zhan only wore a camouflage cap at the training ground, but did not cover the hood behind the raincoat.

After thinking for a while, Xi Luo tentatively pulled off his raincoat, "Have you changed?"

"Am I free to change?" Zong Zhan shook the coffee takeaway with a half-smile, "Don't you know how capable you are?"

Xi Luo stretched out her hand and unzipped the zipper of the raincoat, "Whatever you want, don't say it as if I forced you."

Zong Zhan didn't stop her movement. After the raincoat was undone, just as Xi Luo thought, the camouflage uniform inside him was dripping with water.

Xi Luo stretched out her hand to touch it, and the wet feeling was very real.

She curled her lips and raised her head towards the bathroom, "Go and wash."

Zong Zhan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he was really surprised that he could hear the concern in Xi Luo's tone.

The man turned his head to look, pinched his waist and joked, "Are you playing tricks in the bathroom again?"

One hundred degrees of hot water? Or was the tile on the floor waxed and ready to drop him to death?

Xi Luo folded her arms around her chest, raised her chin and sneered, "I said you have persecution paranoia, but you still refuse to admit it."

"Could it be that you were wronged?" Zong Zhan lowered his eyes, looking at her legs vaguely, both seductive and eager to touch.

Xi Luo didn't notice the man's eyes, and turned around to look through the closet again, "Rolling, wash it or not."

Zong Zhan didn't roll away, but took a step back a little later, admiring the woman's back in a white shirt openly.

She may not know that men can't resist the temptation of women wearing men's shirts after bathing, especially white.

A few seconds later, Zong Zhan pursed his lips and looked away, and said in a hoarse voice, "There is nothing you can wear. Don't blame me for having short legs."