Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 809 Wu Yue Is Also a Woman

Feng Lan stood by Xiang Yu’s bed apologizing, leaving everyone a bit surprised. What was going on? How did the two of them spend the night, and then Feng Lan ended up apologizing to Xiang Yu? Could Xiang Yu be a little virgin boy?

"It’s fine. Let me sleep for a bit," Xiang Yu said before collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep.

Feng Lan noticed that the others were staring at her, her face turning redder. She awkwardly laughed and said, "It’s not what you’re thinking."

"Ohhh..." Shi Jian and the other two dragged out their syllables as if they completely understood, nodding knowingly.

Feng Lan saw their odd expressions and knew exactly what they were thinking. She grew anxious and quickly said, "It’s really not what you’re thinking. Yesterday, I made it so he didn’t sleep well, so..."

Feng Lan became flustered and didn’t know how to explain. At that moment, Shi Jian, wrapped in a bedsheet, stepped forward with an air of righteousness and said, "Miss Feng, you don’t need to explain. We understand. We just didn’t expect you’d be capable of exhausting Xiang Yu to the point he couldn’t sleep."

Shi Jian made his dramatic comment, nodded earnestly, and then walked out. Feng Lan realized they were misunderstanding even worse and turned to Tie Zhuzi to explain.

But Tie Zhuzi only gave her the same knowing look, nodded, and left too.

Feng Lan could only place her last hope on Xiao Xuan. Xiao Xuan awkwardly smiled and said, "Feng Lan, you’re really something. I admire you."

After saying this, Xiao Xuan also turned and walked out. Feng Lan stomped her foot in frustration. Seeing that they had all left, she finally sat down by Xiang Yu’s bed.

"If something really happened last night, it would’ve been better. You big idiot," Feng Lan muttered to herself, sitting there.

She adjusted the blanket over Xiang Yu, sighed, and turned to leave. Suddenly, a face appeared in front of her, startling her into a loud scream.

Halfway through her scream, she quickly covered her mouth, realizing the person in front of her was Wu Yue.

Feng Lan glanced at Xiang Yu, who was sleeping like a log, and pulled Wu Yue off to the side. She complained, "Wu Yue, can’t you make some noise when you walk?"

Wu Yue gave a mysterious smile and asked, "What happened last night?"

Feng Lan’s face flushed red, and she lightly slapped Wu Yue while saying, "Sis, don’t tease me! I’m not talking to you anymore!"

Feng Lan rushed back to her own room after speaking. Watching Feng Lan leave, Wu Yue clasped her face in her hands, looking coy like a young girl.

Although Feng Lan didn’t do anything last night, she just snuggled against Xiang Yu, preventing him from sleeping well. But Wu Yue, on the other hand, definitely had an eventful night.

Alcohol is truly a magical thing. Wu Yue had some fondness for Shi Jian, so last night things just naturally happened.

It was her first time, and she hadn’t expected it to happen this way. Now her head was filled with flashes of last night, the memories causing her cheeks to grow warm.

Walking out of Xiang Yu’s room and gently closing the door, her initial plan was to head to her own room, but instead, she found herself inexplicably drawn to Shi Jian’s room.

Shi Jian had already gotten dressed, looking sharp in a tailored suit with a red tie. He appeared incredibly dashing.

Shi Jian was standing by the mirror tidying his clothes when he saw Wu Yue walk in. He quickly turned around, his face showing a hint of panic.

Wu Yue entered, closed the door, and leaned against it. She noticed Shi Jian’s uneasy expression and said unhappily, "Am I really that terrifying?"

"No," Shi Jian quickly shook his head, though his face still carried traces of concern. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Last night, he finally learned the meaning of a dominant older woman. It was practically a reversal of traditional roles. Shi Jian hadn’t planned on initiating anything, but instead, he ended up being... pursued aggressively.

Not to mention, it happened multiple times throughout the night. Shi Jian considered himself quite capable, but compared to Wu Yue, he was completely outmatched.

"Sit," Wu Yue said gently, then sat down on the sofa herself.

Shi Jian hesitated, unsure if he should actually sit down.

"Come on, sit down already, you big man! Quit dawdling!" Wu Yue frowned and snapped.

Shi Jian quickly sat down across from her, secretly thinking to himself, "This woman is so unpredictable—one moment violent, the next shockingly tender."

"You’re my first man, so you have to take responsibility," Wu Yue said, glancing at the bed. He noticed a small stain of blood on the bed—a detail he had already anticipated. But still, he hadn’t expected someone her age would... still be inexperienced, leaving him a little surprised.

"How do I take responsibility?" Shi Jian asked awkwardly.

"What do you mean, how? You slept with me—what else are you asking for?" Wu Yue snapped angrily.

Shi Jian chuckled awkwardly. He wanted to say, "Actually, you slept with me," but in the end, he kept the words to himself.

"From now on, you’re my boyfriend. Starting now: you’re only allowed to treat me well; you have to spoil me and never lie to me; fulfill every promise you make to me; every word you say must be genuine. You can’t deceive me or curse at me. You have to care for me; if someone bullies me, you must protect me immediately; when I’m happy, you have to share in my happiness; when I’m upset, you have to cheer me up; you must always think I’m the most beautiful; you have to dream about me too..."

"Why are you rehearsing lines here?" Shi Jian felt a bead of sweat form on his back. It looked like he’d gotten himself into deep trouble.

"None of your business! Everything I said earlier, you have to abide by. If not, I swear I’ll ruin you," Wu Yue threatened fiercely.

Shi Jian instinctively covered his groin and nodded cluelessly.

Seeing Shi Jian agree, Wu Yue finally smiled. She glanced at him tenderly and asked, "What should I call you now? Husband or my man?"

Wu Yue’s sudden tenderness left Shi Jian slightly disoriented. He unconsciously scooted a little further away on the sofa and replied, "Just call me Shi Jian—it sounds better to me."

"No way, I have to differentiate you from the others. From now on, I’ll call you ’my dear.’ Wait, that’s too cliché. Let’s go with ’my guy.’ Is that okay, my guy?" Wu Yue’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Shi Jian.

Shi Jian’s mind was completely blank at this point. Suddenly having a girlfriend felt like too much to process.

He sneaked a glance at Wu Yue and saw her tall, slender figure, flowing long hair, and stunning features—she was undoubtedly a beauty, someone he felt lucky to match with.

But Wu Yue’s unpredictable temperament made him hesitant to fully embrace the idea.

"What are you thinking about, my guy?" Wu Yue moved closer and sat beside Shi Jian.

Shi Jian couldn’t help but shiver all over. Smiling nervously, he replied, "Nothing. I was just thinking you’ll probably be leaving soon given the current situation."

Wu Yue’s expression turned a bit melancholic. Then she hugged Shi Jian’s arm and leaned her head against his shoulder. For Wu Yue, the feeling of relying on someone was rare. This was the first time she had felt this way—a sense of safety...