Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 52 Try And See If It Still Works

Winona nervously grasped the pistol she had found on Felix and looked around. There wasn't a third

person, but intuition told her that it was a hallucination.

Suddenly, she was yanked into a pair of arms. A slightly calloused palm then gripped her gun-holding Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

hand. The person stuck to her body before a familiar voice wafted into her ears. "Sweetie, the gun will

go off accidentally if you hold it like this. Practice it with me another day."

She turned around and saw a familiar face. He was handsome as ever. His hard stubble added a

wicked touch to his charm. At that moment, she got a mixed feeling of delight, excitement, and anger…

He opened his arms with a smile. "Miss me? Come throw yourself on me."

Her eyes reddened, but she refused to cry. Instead, she slapped him in the face. "Matt, you jerk!"

She was the only person who had hit him, twice. Fuming with anger, he grabbed her arm forcefully.

"Damn, are you crazy?"

"Humph! I am so crazy that I fell in love with a lunatic! I see it now. You're nothing but a gambler.

Regardless of everything, you bet on your life. Have you ever considered my feelings? If something

happens to you, what should I do? You bastard…"

She choked with sobs. Her tears fell incessantly and streamed down her delicate yet haggard face.

He was grief-stricken to see her cry. The feeling was even more uncomfortable than his struggling in

the sea. Folding the woman in his arms, he coaxed her. "I haven't complained about my pain. What are

you crying about?"

Probably because her taut nerves suddenly relaxed and her anxiety and trepidation finally found a vent,

she cried more bitterly.

At a loss, he wiped the tears for her roughly and clumsily with his fingers. "You always render me

helpless. How about I let you slap my other cheek?"

He turned sideways and grabbed her hand to slap his face. She didn't have the heart to hit him and

finally burst into laughter. "You render me helpless. If you make such a joke again, I'll divorce you!"

He pulled a long face, held her face, and kissed her punitively. "Say that word again, I won't let you get

out of the bed."

She pushed him away and puckered her swollen, tender lips. "Tell me. Why did you lie to me? You

think it's fun?"

He wrapped his arms around her, let her sit on his lap, and unfolded the story. Turned out he was

soaked in the seawater all night. When Logan's men slacked their vigilance, he exchanged clothes with

a dead body and deliberately left the amulet and his bloody boots behind.

"You tried to create the false impression of your death? But he is a smart enough to find out the truth in

a few days."

He smiled mysteriously. "A few days are long enough for me."

Winona connected the dots of the event and quickly figured it out. "You are trying to lure the big fish

with the message?"

He kissed her indulgently. "Brilliant. I've secretly informed people of the Security Bureau to keep an eye

on suspicious signals from overseas. As long as that person contacts Logan, I'll catch him."

She clenched her fist and punched his solid chest. "Jerk! I thought you died. Turns out I was sad about

nothing."

He rubbed his finger against her nose affectionately. "I have nine lives. I won't die so easily. Even if I

die, I die in bed."

She blushed. This jerk talked dirty as soon as he escaped the jaws of death.

She measured him with anxious eyes. "Are you hurt?"

A glint flashed across his eyes before he pulled off his clothes. His robust muscles, sexy abs, and tan

legs were exposed. A strong smell of hormones assailed her nostrils.

"What… what are you doing?"

He put on an innocent face. "For you to check my body. How are you supposed to do it if I don't remove

my clothes?"

"Bah! You're fine. Put it on!"

He grabbed her hand and put it on his groin. Like red iron, his boner scalded her palm. She blushed

and bit her lip. "Pervert!"

"I was soaked in seawater for a day and a night. I wonder if my stuff still works."

Winona felt helpless. This man was so cheeky and talked nonsense. His boner was jerking up. There

was no doubt that he was fine!

He suddenly got on top of her. "How about giving it a try?"

"Get lost!"

"I heard that you had double portions for supper. Doing some exercise will help you digest."

He rained down his kisses, and his calloused palm wandered down her body.

They lost themselves when a groan came from the floor.

Winona blushed instantly. She had forgotten about Cartoon Pants. He was still lying on the floor.

Matt jerked up, saw Felix sitting up drowsily, and struck him with his palm. Felix's eyes rolled up, and

he thudded weakly on the floor once again.

Matt got off the bed, picked Felix up, and threw him out of the door.

Then he smiled at Winona charmingly. "No one will disturb us now."

Like a skilled zither performer, he stroked, squeezed, and rubbed her every sensitive spot…

Soon, she felt weak and lost herself in the tenderness.

"Ah… no… yes…"

She felt on cloud nine and had the best orgasm.

He thrust vigorously, dropping kisses on her rosy cheeks and ruddy lips. "Say you love me, or I'll stop."

She laughed. "Matt, that's childish."

He stopped but rubbed his palm against her body.

"Mmm…"

"Say it!"

"Honey, I love you."

A smile crept onto the corners of his mouth and spread up to his brows. His smile was broad and

stunning.

In her eyes, he was vigorous, wicked, gentle, domineering, frivolous, and a little lewd, but she found

such a man cute. Her heart melted and bubbled up. Along with the man, she indulged in the pleasure.

When he was almost there, he still held and urged her. "Say you love me."

She felt sore all over and tired. "You're annoying."

He threatened her with his 'weapon'.

"Alright, alright, you won. Honey, I love you."

He held her in his arms contentedly. "Whenever I hear that from you, I feel reassured and secure."

Winona snickered. An imposing general like him longed for a sense of security? She laughed but felt

both bitter and touched. He should care about her very much to have such thoughts.

In the middle of the night, a miserable cry suddenly came from outside. Matt pulled on his pants,

grabbed the gun, and walked cautiously towards the door.