Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1236 - 1287: Top Quality Woman

A white sweater, a floor-length skirt, plus a breathtakingly beautiful face, she was like an angel descended from heaven, if not a saint then who could she be.

"Yifei, are you surprised to see me?" The saint walked towards Li Yifei with graceful steps.

Li Yifei stood up, a smile on his face, and said, "I am indeed very surprised; I really didn’t expect you to come. Didn’t you say it would be at least half a year, and possibly even three to five years before you would come back?"

"Yes, I thought by then I would be able to come find you, but these days, my heart just couldn’t settle down. If I had forced myself to keep enduring, I’m afraid not only would I have made no progress, but I might have regressed. I knew I missed you, so I could only sneak over to see you."

The saint had a mischievous smile on her face, coming up in front of Li Yifei, she said, "Don’t you want to give me a hug?"

Li Yifei instinctively glanced at Xu Yingying. Xu Yingying rolled her eyes at him and said, "Pretend I don’t exist."

Li Yifei awkwardly smiled, but still extended his arms. The saint immediately threw herself into Li Yifei’s embrace, tightly hugging his waist and gently rubbed her face against his chest, saying, "Yifei, this inner demon of yours is too strong. Up to now, I don’t see any signs of breaking free from it. At this rate, I really might succumb to you."

Previously, when the saint was around Li Yifei, he never felt anything special, and always maintained his guard around this woman. But after she left, he indeed found himself thinking about her occasionally. And this time seeing her, unexpectedly, he wasn’t guarded at all; his arms naturally wrapped around the saint as he said, "Then don’t keep resisting, just obediently move into my house and be my woman."

"Alright, that’s exactly what I was thinking." The saint raised her head, looking at Li Yifei with a smiling gaze.

"Do you really think so?" Li Yifei was somewhat surprised.

"Still a little unwilling though." The smile on the saint’s face grew even brighter.

"I knew you wouldn’t easily become my woman. Alright then, I’ll let you be for a while longer. Next time we meet, whether you admit it or not, willing or not, I’m going to deal with you right then and there."

"Giggle, I just love this domineering side of you." The saint tiptoed and gently kissed Li Yifei on the face.

Li Yifei wanted to return the kiss, but considering Xu Yingying, his official wife, was right there watching the scene, it really didn’t seem appropriate. He suppressed the urge and smiled, "So are you going to stay a few more days at my place this time?"

"Of course, I definitely need to relax a bit. I heard from Yingying that someone sent you a beauty."

Li Yifei laughed heartily and said, "Yes, then I’ll bother you to help me handle her, you are so knowledgeable in psychological aspects, just give her a psychological suggestion, and I guess that should solve the problem, right?"

"Absolutely no problem, but you’ll still need to cooperate with me a bit."

"Sure, whatever you say, I’ll do it."

That same evening, Li Yifei directly went to Wu Yuru’s residence.

Opening the door, he saw Wu Yuru sitting on the sofa in the living room. Hearing the door sound, she immediately stood up, and as soon as she saw it was Li Yifei, she quickly came forward excitedly and said, "Mr. Li, you’re here."

Li Yifei chuckled and said, "Yes, I’ve been busy and didn’t have time to come by lately. Today I finally managed to make some time to come and see you."

"Please come in and have a seat, Mr. Li." As Wu Yuru spoke, she knelt down to slip off Li Yifei’s shoes and replaced them with a pair of slippers, her service was indeed very meticulous and thorough.

Li Yifei sat down on the sofa, Wu Yuru immediately brewed a cup of tea for him, then knelt by his side and looked at him with tender eyes, saying, "Mr. Li, you work so hard every day, would you like me to give you a massage?"

Li Yifei’s eyes narrowed, his gaze somewhat lascivious, and he said, "Sure, I came here today to enjoy myself. Park Sung-ho always says you are great at serving men, today I will truly enjoy it."

A delighted expression immediately appeared on Wu Yuru’s face, as if Li Yifei’s words were like gaining a priceless treasure, this kind of gaze, this kind of smile, indeed gave a man a sense of satisfaction.

"Mr. Li, please have some tea first, I’ll go prepare."

Li Yifei nodded slightly as he watched Wu Yuru quickly enter the bedroom. He then turned to look out the window and shook his head gently. Although the Saintess had agreed to help him, there were still some conditions involved, and these conditions made Xu Yingying frown deeply. If not for the Saintess’s promise that Li Yifei would be safe in the end, Xu Yingying would have disagreed.

But for a permanent solution, Li Yifei had no choice but to bite the bullet and go ahead with it.

However, upon further thought, Li Yifei found the situation somewhat amusing. During his years in the Flying Hawk Squad, he had been involved in loveless sexual encounters with countless women. But now, with his own home and wife, Li Yifei was very averse to such matters. It had been two or three years since he had frequented any romantic or pleasure-seeking places. Even if he had to attend some social events, he would try to avoid them as much as possible, or he would simply bring Su Yiyi along to avoid such troubles.

Having risen to the window, Li Yifei unlocked the window, which was immediately pulled open, revealing the Saintess’s peerless beauty, her face bearing a mischievous expression.

Li Yifei rolled his eyes and said softly, "So, you insist on watching the whole live show?"

The Saintess blinked and said, "Of course, how else would I know when to make my move?"

"Cut it out, I can just signal you when it’s time," Li Yifei replied.

"That won’t do. You can’t possibly know the best moment. Besides..." the Saintess giggled mischievously, "It’s rare to get a chance to watch a complete live show. Why would I give that up? Otherwise, I could just watch it at your place; you choose."

Li Yifei rolled his eyes again and said, "Fine, fine, just watch. But you better take action in the end, or it’ll really ruin me."

"Got it. Otherwise, how can I explain it to Sister Yingying? After all, she’s the big sister. If I, as the concubine, don’t handle matters well, how will I ever be allowed in the house again?" the Saintess joked, her expression mixing grievance and humor.

Looking at the Saintess’s woeful demeanor, Li Yifei was torn between laughter and tears. If he wasn’t aware of the serious matter they ultimately had to deal with, he might have actually believed her act.

Just then, footsteps approached. The Saintess quickly shrunk back into hiding. Even high up here, she moved as if on level ground, and Li Yifei didn’t have to worry about her safety. He then slowly closed the window.

Wu Yuru came up behind Li Yifei and asked softly, "Mr. Li, are you hot? Should I turn down the air conditioning?"

"No need, I’m just airing out, today’s work was just too busy." As he said this, Li Yifei turned around, and then his gaze grew slightly fixated.

Wu Yuru was wearing a black sheer long dress that left only three crucial areas opaque, the rest were made of thin fabric, revealing her skin in tantalizing semi-transparency — enough to see something, but not clear enough to see everything.

When a man looks at a woman fully clothed, he tends to focus on the little that is revealed, like seeing a woman’s neck or a hint of her belly during winter, or even a glimpse of her cleavage, all of which could excite him greatly.

However, at the beach, when a woman is in a swimsuit, everything is clear except for those crucial three spots, and yet, you feel compelled to peek at those covered spots.

This is the psychology of a man watching a woman, and Wu Yuru has certainly mastered showcasing both aspects that men find appealing. The sheer parts play a game of hide and seek, attracting most of your attention, while the opaque spots intensify these desires even more. Right now, Li Yifei was feeling a strong impulse to just rip off Wu Yuru’s clothes.

Wu Yuru gave Li Yifei a charming smile, which was neither soul-stirring seduction nor overtly flirtatious, but still carried a hint that sparked a man’s impulses.

From her attire and smile alone, Li Yifei knew Park Sung-ho was right: this woman was truly a treasure. Raising such a woman wasn’t an overnight feat—it took a considerable amount of time and effort, truly a rarity. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Seeing Li Yifei’s expression, Wu Yuru seemed to be prepared, her smile fading slightly as she said, "Mr. Li, let me wash your feet first. A footbath is great for blood circulation."

Li Yifei saw that there indeed was a basin of steaming water next to the sofa, and he said with a smile, "Sure, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a good foot soak, thank you for this."

"It’s my honor to serve you, Mr. Li." Wu Yuru smiled sweetly as she stepped ahead to the sofa, crouched down, and waited for Li Yifei to sit down. Then, she gently lifted Li Yifei’s legs onto her own, removing his socks one by one.

As she removed the socks, Wu Yuru’s chest seemed to inadvertently brush against Li Yifei’s legs a couple of times—not as blatantly as a sauna masseuse would, but these seemingly unintentional touches were often the ones that ignited a man’s desires the most.

Wu Yuru was very meticulous. She set Li Yifei’s socks aside and gently placed his left foot into the water, dipped it slightly, then lifted her head to look at Li Yifei, asking, "Mr. Li, is the water temperature alright?"

Li Yifei nodded and said, "It’s fine." His gaze, however, involuntarily lingered on Wu Yuru’s chest. Her neckline was tight, but the outer black gauze was loose, which, when viewed from above, perfectly revealed a vague and enticing cleavage through the thin fabric, making Li Yifei’s heart race uncontrollably.