My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1782: Entering the Battlefield

"What are you doing?" Yiyi almost bounced up from the bed, retreating in embarrassment and anger, her hand covering the spot where he had kissed her, feeling the skin there burning.

"Expressing a little friendly gratitude to the skin that has suffered greatly from my head’s torment." Ling Kong winked, speaking nonsense with a straight face.

Yiyi secretly cursed him as a pervert; who wanted such gratitude from him? He was clearly taking advantage.

"I want substantial gratitude, you stingy fellow."

Ling Kong found it amusing; this girl was really a money-grubber: "I’ll give it to you, sooner or later I belong to you. Isn’t everything of mine already yours? What’s the rush?"

Yiyi glared; what did he mean by sooner or later belonging to her? This guy was too good at sweet-talking, always choosing words with strong impact on women.

But fortunately, she had seen the world and wouldn’t be easily fooled by him.

"You better leave soon." Yiyi was also a bit anxious, not wanting anyone to see him leaving her room, otherwise, even a jump into the Yellow River wouldn’t cleanse her reputation.

Ling Kong glanced casually at the clock on the wall, then his expression turned serious, and he sat by the bed looking at her with a solemn face.

"Today, I’m taking the airship to the frontlines in Yalan Country to join the war!"

Yiyi’s eyes widened in shock; only then did she notice he was wearing a military dress uniform. So, he was actually here to bid farewell?

He was actually going to the battlefield; she really hadn’t expected it.

Even though she had always heard various news about the war, about the Aus Empire joining the war, she had always thought of it as something external, never really considering that someone she knew would go to the battlefield, especially someone like him, a son of a high-ranking official, why would he go to war?

Yiyi’s emotions were suddenly very complex.

She recalled that day when she inadvertently broke onto the battlefield. The brutal scenes of war, bombs exploding everywhere, lives being blown to pieces in an instant, many lives disappearing in thin air, with not even bodies to be found.

If that day, she hadn’t been so lucky to be piloting that miraculous fighter, she estimated she would have died there too.

Would he also encounter danger, just like those destroyed fighters she saw on the battlefield, turned to dust in an instant?

Yiyi shuddered, her face turning slightly pale.

Would he also face danger, possibly die?

"Are you worrying about me, afraid something might happen to me?" Ling Kong gazed intently, looking at her slightly pale face, his eyes lighting up.

Yiyi was startled, frozen; was she really worrying about his safety, fearing he’d die on the battlefield?

How could it be? She shouldn’t have any feelings for this man; his life or death had nothing to do with her.

"Tch, why would I worry about you? Anyway, you sons of high officials, although you are nominally on the battlefield, you probably handle logistics, safer tasks, and won’t go directly to the front lines. At the most dangerous frontline are those soldiers without backgrounds; it wouldn’t be your turn to go there, young master." She pretended not to care, humming dismissively.

"Your words are quite harsh."

"Aren’t they true?"

"What a fool; what’s the point of hiding in the rear on the battlefield," Ling Kong casually stroked her hair, his tone arrogant, his sharp phoenix eyes covered with a thin blade, "if you go, you must go to the front line, the most dangerous place, to seize the greatest achievements. Otherwise, it’s a wasted trip, meaningless! Since I’ve set out, I must obtain the greatest credit!"

The arrogant tone, the confident posture, the dominating presence, as if victory was already assured.

Yiyi was stunned: "Aren’t you afraid of death?"