Walking Through Fire for You

When did you like me?

Women no matter how old they are, seem to be struggling with this.

He has a girlfriend at the age of sixteen. It’s impossible for him to like himself at that time. There will be no surprises when he meets again, and he also appears to hate himself. Is it when he was filming a show?

She secretly guessed, looking at the tall figure in front of the Liuli Platform.

Lin Luxiao turned the spatula calmly, scooped a little salt in it, didn't seem to hear it, waited for him to fish out the golden fried egg and flatten it, then turned around and took out a bunch of noodles from the refrigerator. To her: "Does this question have any practical significance?"

After all, there is a difference between men and women.

Men care about the results, women care about the process.

For Lin Luxiao, the only thing is the difference between doing it well and not doing it. Just like to Nanchu, when he was sixteen, he didn't think about it because of impulse and feelings. He only understood that the girl he likes now is Nanchu.

I want to marry her home.

I want Lao Lin to accept her.

I want to introduce her to Shen Mu.

I want to hear Liu call her "sister-in-law".

I also want to have her in the bed, not someone else, on the night of the mission.

Of course, these were just some of his thoughts that passed by in a flash. According to his temperament, these would not be spoken out. Since childhood, he had not communicated much with Lin Qingyuan, and some words were used to holding back. When he arrived in the army, the instructor said, " Don’t talk nonsense as a soldier. When it comes to the battlefield, it’s just a few!"

After so many years, he has developed such a temperament.

Occasionally the naughty inferiority will slip out and make innocent jokes, but sweet words, he really won't.

Just like back then, a comrade-in-arms in the team proposed to marry a girlfriend who had been in love for ten years. The comrade-in-arms talked a lot. He sounded very numb and got goose bumps all over the place, but he also respected.

Nan Chu also knew that he couldn't say anything reliable, so he shrugged his shoulders and stopped asking.

Lin Luxiao stood in front of the Liulitai, waited for the water to boil, and went in with a cup of noodles. He covered the pot with his hands on the top. He turned to look at her. The big white T-shirt and black trousers turned him down. The shape becomes taller and taller.

Nan Chu also leaned on the edge of the stage and stared at him, feeling that he was handsome and handsome.

I used to think that it was a special man. Looking at it this way, his features are very good, especially the thick eyebrows and the peach eyes with the slightly upturned tails.

Probably because of that filming just recently.

She always felt that Lin Luxiao was Liu Yingying's righteous general, and the air between his eyebrows, ready for battle, always felt special.

The little girl was wearing his shirt, with all her legs exposed, her long legs as white as porcelain, and occasionally she could see the black **** under the shirt with her head curled.

Taboo, irritation.

Lin Luxiao dragged the person over, pressed her on the glazed platform, lowered her head and kissed it, licking and sucking her soft lips.

He was on a fierce offensive and didn't leave any strength. Nan Chu was kissed by him and his whole body became weak, and his feet were almost untenable.

She can hide to the side, whispering.

He smirked, and in her ear, "Hidden? Huh? What do you want to dress like this?"

While hiding, she panted quietly, "No..."

Lin Luxiao smiled worse, his eyes were meaningful, and deliberately said, "I didn't think about it? What's going on here?"

Nan Chu's whole body straightened instantly...

Nan Chu put his hand in his hair, slowly regaining his sense, "I haven't seen you wearing a white shirt."

Lin Luxiao picked her up, put her on the side of the sink, bowed her head and kissed her. When she had kissed her, the little girl's eyes were covered with water mist. He pulled the person straight and brushed her hair before explaining to her. The origin of this shirt: "Dahua married and wore it once the year before."

At the beginning of Nanchu, the voice was all messed up, all panting: "Be the best man?"

"Yeah." He whispered.

Nanchu couldn't help but imagine the scene of him wearing a shirt and trousers, and said confidently: "It must be handsome."

Lin Luxiao bit her ear and said vaguely: "It's okay."

Since he was a child, he has been immune to himself, and he feels that he wears the same thing. He thinks he is the most handsome when he wears a military uniform.

He hugged Nan Chu down, and in turn, let her hold her hands on the sink.

...

The kitchen was steaming hot, the noodles in the pot had just boiled, and the lid of the pot was jumping up and down with the sound of "puff puff puff".

Along with the faint groan, Nan Chu was almost smashed to pieces, still worrying: "The noodles...matter..."

Lin Luxiao lowered her head and pressed her waist, frowned a little impatiently, and directly reached out and closed it, "Okay."

...

It is quite now.

But the steam dissipated, and there was a rush of heat.

At the beginning of Nanchu, he was not moving, and hummed down on the stage.

...

it's finally over.

it's finally over.

it's finally over.

This was the thought that came to Lin Luxiao's mind when he finished Nanchu and leaned on the bedside to watch Lin Luxiao put on clothes after taking a shower.

Lin Luxiao put on his clothes and came over to her.

As a result, Nan Chu subconsciously pulled the quilt and covered himself tightly. He was stared at him in a panic manner. Lin Luxiao was lying on the bed with one leg on. He was not wearing pants, only a pair of dark boxer briefs.

Bulging in the middle...

Nan Chu shrank to the side, Lin Luxiao smiled low, and rubbed her head, "I really won't touch you."

Counting just now, this has been four times. Nan Chu is exhausted and really sour. I feel that the lower body is no longer his own. After listening to his guarantee, he honestly let him hold it.

Lin Luxiao leaned on the bed, supported one leg, held the girl in his arms with the cup, bowed her head and squeezed her face, and smiled: "I'm really scared? What kind of prestige did you put me here before?"

That posture is like an old driver.

Nanchu thought for a while and told him: "It's the first time to do with a man."

...

It was silent for three seconds.

Maybe I haven't thought about this problem all the time.

He has no so-called "virgin" complex.

Since Nanchu decided to follow him, it was his woman, and he would do his best to protect her.

For the first time, he loved her.

Not for the first time, he also loves her.

This is taught in the barracks.

A man is the most glorious than he can hold the land under your feet and the woman in your arms.

Lin Luxiao hugged her hands tightly, nudged her head affectionately, without making a sound.

Nan Chu rubbed up and found a comfortable posture in his arms. He stroked his arm up with his hand. It was not flat when he touched it. The muscle was a bit bulging and rough. At first I thought it was the chickenpox vaccine I got when I was young.

A closer look revealed that the area was a bit large, and she looked up and found that it was a scar.

In fact, there are still many places on his body with scars, look carefully, and it is estimated that you can find several places.

how did you make it?

Lin Luxiao glanced at him, he couldn't remember, there were too many scars on his body.

Some remember, some scars were already scabs when he saw them, and they didn't know when they would get on.

The little girl was curious and wanted to know thoroughly, probably because she thought he should have some heroic deeds.

Lin Luxiao went to the head of the bed and twisted a cigarette, lit it, and smoked it slowly: "Probably I had a fight with Da Liu when I was young."

"fart."

Early Southern: "I don't believe it."

Lin Luxiao glanced at her while holding the cigarette, and smiled, "Otherwise, what do you think?"

The little girl raised her eyes: "Not at work?"

"There are also at work." He took a cigarette.

"Which?"

Lin Luxiao is actually reluctant to say this. Some things are not so good. If he talks too much, she may be worried every time he goes out on a mission.

But the little girl was so annoying, he raised his eyebrows, and said not too alarmingly.

"It should be a fire in the community on the Fourth Ring Road in the past few years."

"I remember, the fire was quite big."

She listened attentively, looked at the expression, and even wanted to write it down for him with a piece of paper and pen, and write it down in the annals of heroes.

Lin Luxiao took her nose and slowly said, "It's not as complicated as you think. It should be to save an old lady suffering from Alzheimer's disease. When our people went up to check the household, they found that the household lived there. She was holding a single old lady, but persistent. She would not leave no matter how people persuaded her. She locked the door tightly and said that she was waiting for her grandson to pick her up. You know that after a period of time in the fire fighting, fire rescue is time-sensitive. After a long time, the gas tanks in the community would explode at any time. We removed the door and rushed in to fight people out. As a result, the crossbar on the door beam fell down and we blocked it with our hands. The household was near the fire and the temperature was high. , Directly scalded this piece."

He circled the scar with his hand.

Nanchu suddenly realized: "Otherwise the old lady will die?"

He smiled and patted her on the head, "You think too much, or it will hit the back of my head."

"..."

After talking about the "heroic deeds", Lin Luxiao got out of bed and cooked her noodles again, "You lie down for a while and I'll get you some food."

Nan Chu didn't believe it, he chased his **** and asked vigorously, "Surely there is something to hurt myself to save others?"

Lin Luxiao went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, picked two more eggs, and smashed the bowl along the edge of the bowl and scraped it with one hand. The yellow and clear liquid fell into the porcelain bowl. He threw away the eggshell and drew a pair of chopsticks. He smiled. Bottom: "Why are you studying this?"

Nanchu stood behind him and watched him beating eggs skillfully, inexplicably a little greedy and cramped.

After a long time, I heard her say indifferently: "I just hope you can be a little bit selfish in the future and think about me more."

The crisp egg beating stopped.

Lin Luxiao's eyes were unclear, depressed and muddy.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Suddenly there was a violent knock on the door.

"Bang bang bang--" rang straight.

Neither of them seemed to have heard.

Lin Luxiao put the bowl down and sighed, "I brought up the transfer report. If it goes well, I won't be on the frontline anymore."

"For me?" The little girl's voice was dull.

"Half and half."

Nan Chu felt sorry again, should he be sorry?

Thinking of this, the little hand rubbed his back comfortably.

Lin Luxiao took the person into his arms. Why is this girl so clingy, yet she smiled and kissed her on the forehead, rubbing her face, "Go put on your pants, I'll open the door."

...

As a result, the door opened.

Liu's chubby head came in, and a girl followed behind him.

I met this girl at the beginning of the South.

Xu Zhiyi, a member of the women's team, has been very popular recently.

Obviously, Xu Zhiyi was also surprised to see Nanchu, but he was also acquainted and followed Da Liu without a word.

Da Liu saw Lin Luxiao just as he saw his father, so he almost rushed forward and shouted, "Master Xiao!!!"

Lin Luxiao hugged his arms, "Is sick?"

Da Liu knew his temperament, and ignored him. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Nan Chu wearing Lin Luxiao's shirt and pants, and he shouted again: "Sister-in-law!!!"