UAAG CH27

In the busy financial CBD, every workday at 8:30 AM, urban white-collar workers who were originally walking slowly immediately seem wound up, rushing hastily and scrambling towards various glass-curtain skyscrapers.

At nine o’clock, Fu Cheng arrived downstairs at the building.

He was not in a hurry.

Just as Lina said, UAAG only had five members in total; being late or not didn’t matter. And according to normal working hours, Lord Zhuo should have just gotten out of bed.

Fu Cheng strolled leisurely. Contrasted with the crowd of sweating white-collar workers, he looked somewhat like a rich second-generation heir unaware of life’s hardships. Obviously, he also received quite a few jealous glares because of this. He walked to the coffee cart downstairs and ordered a cup of coffee: “A mocha, thank you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. Fu Cheng paused slightly, then added, “And another black coffee.”

Holding two cups of coffee, Fu Cheng walked up and handed the black coffee to the other person. “Teacher Zhuo.”

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and saw clearly who it was. He didn’t stand on ceremony; after taking the coffee: “I don’t drink black coffee.”

Fu Cheng took out three packets of sugar and two bags of condensed milk from the bag.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him in surprise, revealing a meaningful expression. The corners of his mouth hooked up as he accepted both the sugar and condensed milk.

The two took the elevator upstairs together.

Upon exiting the elevator, UAAG’s flamboyant metal hollow sign came into view. Lina happened to be coming out to water the plants. Zhuo Huan: “Why not hire someone to do this?”

Lina straightened up: “I like watering flowers. Did you come together?” Her gaze circled between Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng.

Fu Cheng smiled: “Just happened to meet downstairs.” At this moment, Su Fei waved and called Fu Cheng over. Fu Cheng greeted him and quickly walked inside.

Holding the watering can, Lina watched the black-haired young man’s thin and upright back. A cup of coffee kept swaying before her eyes. Lina snapped back to reality.

Zhuo Huan: “Three packets of sugar, two bags of condensed milk.”

Lina: “Mn?”

Lord Zhuo squeezed out a smug chuckle from between his teeth: “Fu Cheng bought it for me.” After speaking, he gave a look: Can this not be a crush on me?

Everything was understood without words. Lord Zhuo had always followed the principle of being tactful and low-key, disliking ostentation. Having conveyed his meaning, he strode away.

Lina: “…”

Fine, just pretend he really has a crush on you!

Although they returned to Shanghai, the follow-up accidents of Martha Flight 123 still needed coordination with the European side.

The direct cause of this air crash was improper maintenance leading to the plane’s tail falling off. Martha Airlines must bear responsibility and pay a certain amount of money to the pilots’ families. But the airline naturally wouldn’t surrender without a fight; they hired lawyers and began a long wrangle with the victims’ families over the compensation amount.

Lina: “Reid, I forwarded Mr. Gao’s email to you. He wants to ask for your help to testify in court next month, explaining to the jury that the cause of the Martha 123 crash was the tail falling off.”

Lord Zhuo drank coffee, standing by the window looking at the scenery: “No time, you go.”

Lina shrugged helplessly.

For the whole morning, Su Fei was extremely excited. He was restless, as if a brazier were installed under his chair; he had to stand up and walk around just a minute after sitting down. By the afternoon, he finally couldn’t hold back: “Lina, when are the people from Air Crash Investigation coming?”

Lina glanced at the itinerary: “The appointment is for the afternoon, earliest two o’clock, latest three o’clock.” She withdrew her gaze and smiled: “However, nominally, the person they want to interview is Reid.”

Su Fei immediately turned his head and shouted loudly: “RIP, the people from Air Crash Investigation want to interview you!”

The next moment, Zhuo Huan’s voice sounded. Su Fei imitated his tone, speaking sarcastically in unison with him. The two voices overlapped, creating a comical effect: “No time, you go.” Then Su Fei answered himself, raising his hand: “Okay, okay, okay, I’ll go!”

Fu Cheng and Old Joseph laughed out loud together.

Zhuo Huan glanced at Su Fei: “Tsk, pathetic.”

By 2:00 PM, Lina received a notice from the front desk and went downstairs to pick up the guests. Su Fei was extremely excited, begging Fu Cheng to wait with him at the elevator entrance. Watching the elevator numbers gradually change from 1 to 22, the second the number changed to 24, a “ding” sounded. Su Fei opened his eyes wide in anticipation, only to see Lina step aside to let the person in the elevator come out first.

The indoor landscape fountain sounded with flowing water, the splashing sound breaking the silence rhythmically. Several extravagant and luxurious metal chandeliers reflected on the metal walls of the elevator, making it look even more resplendent. A tall and lean man stood in the elevator. He didn’t come out first just because Lina made way for him. He stood straight, nodding sideways to Lina, ladies first. Lina smiled and walked out the door first before the man followed.

Fu Cheng’s gaze lingered for a moment on this man in a sharp suit. He raised his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the other’s delicate and cool eyebrows.

The elevator door closed behind this man. Su Fei was stunned for a moment, ran over to look, and asked Lina: “Where’s the camera? Just one person? Are the rest of the program team still downstairs and haven’t come up? You didn’t come up in the same elevator?”

Lina asked in surprise: “You don’t know him?”

The man’s lips moved, about to speak, when Fu Cheng extended his hand and smiled: “Mr. Tsunai, hello.”

Teichi Tsunai looked at Fu Cheng and also extended his hand: “Fu-kun, hello.”

Su Fei: “…”

Who the hell wants to look at a grown man!

The three welcomed Teichi Tsunai into the UAAG headquarters. Old Joseph also recognized him at a glance, hurriedly got up from the sofa, and exchanged a few polite words. Lord Zhuo kept typing on the computer cracklingly; hearing that Teichi Tsunai had arrived, he charitably lifted his eyelids to take a look.

“Zhuo-kun.”

“Tsunai-kun.”

“Long time no see.”

“Drink whatever coffee you like.”

Just four sentences in total, and the two had no further communication.

Teichi Tsunai sat in the UAAG conference room. He only sat on the front third of the chair, his upper body straight, his hands placed properly. After pouring him tea, Lina couldn’t bear to see the guest idle and said: “Would you like to tour UAAG, Professor Tsunai? The program team hasn’t arrived yet. When they come, I’ll arrange for you to be interviewed first.”

“Thank you, sorry for the trouble.”

Lina took Teichi Tsunai around the UAAG headquarters.

UAAG only had five people in total, but the place was large and quite magnificent; showing people around was absolutely no problem.

Fu Cheng was organizing the litigation materials for Martha Flight 123. Su Fei poked his arm and whispered: “That Teichi Tsunai, why did he come over?”

Fu Cheng thought for a moment: “Lina said just now that Air Crash Investigation invited both UAAG and Professor Tsunai; they also want to interview Professor Tsunai.”

Lord Zhuo’s lazy voice cut in: “This year’s World Physics Conference is held in Shanghai this Saturday. He was on the way, so he accepted the interview in passing.”

Fu Cheng was stunned and turned back to look at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan also looked at him. Their eyes met, Zhuo Huan laughed, and looked down at the computer screen again.

Fu Cheng was confused.

…What did that look Zhuo Huan gave him just now mean?

Why does it feel weird.

After a half-hour tour, the two returned to the conference room. Before entering the conference room, Teichi Tsunai stopped. He turned half-sideways, bowed slightly, his voice gentle: “Miss Lina, is that Su-kun?”

Lina looked in the direction he indicated.

Su Fei was lying bored on the sofa playing with his phone, eagerly waiting for the people from Air Crash Investigation to come for the interview, almost counting on his fingers.

Lina revealed a kind smile: “Yes, that is Su Fei. The one who made a macro virus and sent it to your computer, Professor, was exactly him.”

“Oh.”

Suddenly, a chill ran down his back, hairs standing on end all over his body. Su Fei’s hand slipped, and the phone smacked onto his face with a snap.

“Holy shiiiiit!”

Just as they were speaking, Lina received a call. Su Fei jumped up like a carp, ignoring his cheek marked red by the smash, and looked at her expectantly. Lina smiled and nodded: “I’m going down to pick people up. Old Joseph, please help me entertain Professor Tsunai.”

“No problem!”

Once Lina left, Su Fei pulled Fu Cheng to the elevator entrance again, waiting anxiously.

“Do you think the program team will put makeup on you?”

“This is only my second time on TV. Last time was being interviewed by the BBC when I won the IMO gold medal.”

“Eh, Fu Cheng, when they interview you later, what do you plan to say?”

Fu Cheng raised an eyebrow: “Reasonably speaking, it’s enough for just one person from UAAG to be interviewed.”

Su Fei: “Is it me? Is it me?”

Fu Cheng smiled, about to speak, when his phone suddenly rang. Looking at the number on the phone screen, the smile on his lips froze instantly. Astonishment, doubt, and a trace of imperceptible nervousness flashed through his eyes. Even Fu Cheng didn’t realize that the moment he answered the phone, he stood straight, right hand tight against his pant seam, as if integrated into his body’s instinct, voice rapid and brief: “Hello.”

Listening to the words coming from the other end of the phone, Fu Cheng’s face became increasingly grave.

At this moment, the elevator dinged.

At the same moment, a man in a black coat also appeared at the main entrance of UAAG. Zhuo Huan’s gaze glanced rapidly through the noisy and chaotic crowd in the elevator. The next second, he found Fu Cheng. Their eyes met; Zhuo Huan said nothing, stepping forward to grab his wrist.

Lina stood in the elevator: “Reid?”

The staff of Air Crash Investigation in the elevator: “Mr. Patrick?!”

Zhuo Huan said quickly: “Lend me your car.”

Lina subconsciously handed the car keys to him.

Staff: “Mr. Patrick, where are you going? We want to interview you; when can you come back?”

“No comment!”

The elevator door closed ruthlessly before everyone’s eyes. Everyone stared at each other, at a loss. After a moment, Lina tucked the loose hair behind her ear and smiled: “Everyone, please come this way. Regarding the interviewee, Reid has already arranged with me in advance. The one accepting the interview for UAAG this time is this Mr. Fly Su. The black box that McFly Company spent months failing to repair was repaired by him. As everyone knows, the black box is the key to finding out the truth of the JAL 917 air crash…”

From the 24th floor to the first basement parking lot.

The elevator speed was extremely fast, but Fu Cheng felt it was extremely slow. However, no matter how anxious he was, he couldn’t teleport directly to the parking lot. Fu Cheng gradually calmed down. He looked at Zhuo Huan beside him: “Teacher Zhuo, you and I… are on the same matter?”

Zhuo Huan: “Shanghai Dachang Airbase.”

Fu Cheng’s face immediately darkened: “Yes. But I thought this counted as a Chinese state secret. And you…”

“I have always held Chinese citizenship; didn’t you know?”

“I know, but…”

Zhuo Huan interrupted him: “Here.”

The two quickly found Lina’s car in the parking lot; it was a dazzlingly cool red Ferrari. It only had two seats. Fu Cheng sat in the passenger seat. Just as he fastened his seat belt, Zhuo Huan stepped on the gas. The supercar’s high-performance engine let out a beast-like roar, speeding out straight for Shanghai Dachang Airbase.

Arriving at the airport gate, two young soldiers in uniform were already waiting outside.

Seeing this arrogant and beautiful red Ferrari, the two honest soldiers didn’t react until Zhuo Huan lowered the window. The two trotted over: “Mr. Zhuo?”

Zhuo Huan: “Mn, he is Fu Cheng.”

The soldier saluted Fu Cheng: “Major Fu.”

Zhuo Huan: “Alright, take us there quickly.”

“Yes!”

The airport gate slowly opened. After driving in for about half a kilometer, the two got out of the car.

A middle-aged officer in uniform with two bars and four stars on his shoulder walked over. Seeing him, Fu Cheng immediately stood at attention and gave a standard military salute. The officer glanced at him, nodded, and looked at Zhuo Huan: “Mr. Zhuo, invited you temporarily. This is our first test flight. We’ve done many dangerous maneuvers without problems. Didn’t expect that at the very end, preparing to land, something suddenly happened!”

Everyone walked inside together.

Zhuo Huan: “Please explain the situation in detail.”

The officer with the rank of Senior Colonel didn’t speak again. He looked at the major beside him. The latter explained in detail: “Mr. Zhuo, Fu Cheng, this test flight plan is code-named 3867. I won’t disclose the specific aircraft model. We have researched this fighter for four years, improving it based on the US F-22 Raptor fighter prototype. Currently, its design Mach number is 2.5, actual Mach number is about 2.46…”

“2.46?!” Fu Cheng exclaimed. He frowned: “Senior Colonel Li, Major Ji, this number is too exaggerated. I never heard of such a fighter when I was still in service.”

Mach number, also known as the speed of sound.

One Mach is one speed of sound. Mach 2.46 is 2.46 times the speed of sound.

Currently, among military fighters worldwide, the fastest is the US SR-71 reconnaissance aircraft, said to reach a terrifying speed of over Mach 3. However, the US SR-71 is just a reconnaissance aircraft, and for the sake of speed, its performance is poor; it is said to leak fuel during flight.

However, looking at the expressions of Senior Colonel Li and Major Ji, Fu Cheng knew that this Chinese fighter was definitely not just a showpiece pursuing speed; it was a truly formidable weapon.

Major Ji continued: “This is also just the theoretical speed in the laboratory. Today is our first test flight; the highest speed detected so far is Mach 2.36. The current situation is, just about to land, the landing gear got stuck and cannot be lowered normally. We tried several plans, but still don’t know the specific reason. Now the remaining fuel on the plane can last for at most another half hour. If it really doesn’t work, we can only abandon this plane and make an emergency landing.”

The group had already walked to the airport’s main control center.

Yes, half an hour ago, Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan received calls from the Chinese military simultaneously, precisely for this test flight accident.

Test flight is something every aircraft must do before officially putting into use.

Whether it is a commercial aircraft or a military fighter, it must undergo test flights in advance before official use. Some planes only need seven or eight test flights, while some planes even need hundreds.

When UAAG was investigating the JAL 917 crash in Finland, they transferred a test pilot from the British Air Force.

The profession of test pilot is extremely dangerous; they often live and die with their planes. In 1993, Chinese test pilot Liu Gang flew a plane into the sky, and the plane disintegrated and exploded in mid-air. Behind every plane, there are always countless obscure test pilots like this, guarding the path for humanity to rush towards the blue sky with their lives.

Senior Colonel Li: “Mr. Zhuo, these are the fighter design materials that can be disclosed; take a look.” Then his gaze turned to Fu Cheng standing behind Zhuo Huan. After a silence, he said: “Fu Cheng, the test pilot for the code-named 3867 plan is Du Sen.”

Fu Cheng’s pupils shrank.

A moment later, Fu Cheng said calmly: “Senior Colonel, I want to know what maneuvers the plane has performed since the test flight began.”

In the quiet airport main command room, Zhuo Huan sat on the sofa, constantly flipping through the design materials of this plane, the paper making rustling sounds. On the other side, after listening to the entire process of the test flight, Fu Cheng pondered for a long time and asked: “Have you tried the Immelmann turn?”

Major Ji was already sweating anxiously: “Tried it, useless, the landing gear is still stuck.”

Senior Colonel Li stared at Fu Cheng: “You used to be the most excellent test pilot in our Shanghai Test Flight Brigade. We have thought of all the methods we can think of currently. Inviting you here is also to ask for your opinion.”

At this time, Zhuo Huan said: “The theoretical maximum speed of the US F-22 Raptor is Mach 2.25. I once saw part of its design drawings. As for our plane, judging from these design drawings, there shouldn’t be any problem with the landing gear. The landing gear getting stuck is extremely likely a mechanical jam caused by performing too many high-difficulty maneuvers at once in high-speed flight mode.”

Everyone looked at him in unison.

Zhuo Huan stood up, expression calm: “Not a big problem, not an aircraft design issue. A slight improvement later will do; it’s a very small problem. The only problem now is… how to land this plane safely.”

With Zhuo Huan’s affirmation, the several officers present and the designer of this plane breathed a sigh of relief.

Major Ji looked at his superior. After receiving affirmation, he said: “In that case, we are prepared with three options. First, if the landing gear can be successfully lowered, that’s naturally the best, safe landing; second, the landing gear remains stuck, we have covered the runway with firefighting foam to prevent fire, emergency landing; third, abandon the plane, let the test pilot parachute to land.”

Senior Colonel Li: “Our test pilot is more precious than this plane.”

Hearing this, Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and looked at Senior Colonel Li. Slowly, his gaze swept over the faces of these officers and designers one by one, finally fixing on Fu Cheng.

This was not a perfunctory or pretentious statement.

In the hearts of these people, the life of a test pilot is far more important than a fighter jet worth hundreds of millions.

In 2014, a Chinese fighter jet crashed into a farmland in Weinan, Shaanxi. There were densely populated villages, towns, and high-speed rail stations near the crash site. To avoid crashing the plane into crowded places, the pilot never chose to eject, piloting the plane until the last moment, sacrificing heroically.

And the sacrifice of Chinese pilots only happened in this situation; Zhuo Huan knew of only this one case. Apart from this, ejecting is the most common choice for pilots.

Fu Cheng: “I want to speak with Du Sen.”

Major Ji: “Okay!”

Major Ji walked to the console and pressed the radar communication button.

Crackling electric sounds immediately rang out in the control center. Amidst this chaotic static, a young and firm voice said calmly: “Code 3867 test pilot Du Sen, current situation stable, awaiting tower instructions.”

Fu Cheng pressed the communication button and said: “Code 3867, this is former carrier-based aircraft pilot Fu Cheng. Currently have a few maneuvers I want you to try, see if we can use gravitational inertia to fling the landing gear down.”

“Received, Code 3867, awaiting instructions.”

Closing his eyes, countless high-difficulty maneuvers flashed before his eyes one by one. Fu Cheng opened his eyes again, voice steady: “First do a vertical maneuver’s high-speed comprehensive maneuver and low-speed comprehensive maneuver. When turning into the horizontal plane, increase speed. Your maximum speed reached Mach 2.3; as for exactly what speed to use, adapt to the situation.”

“Code 3867, received. Starting High Yo-Yo maneuver.”

Everyone looked out the window.

Dachang Airbase is one of the three famous military airports in Shanghai. It has no civil tower; its command center is its tower. A whole huge glass window provided a good 360-degree view, taking in all situations around the airport.

In the vast blue sky, a triangular black fighter jet was seen shuttling through the clouds, flying stably. The next moment, it suddenly dived down at a large angle, rushing straight towards the ground in an almost vertical posture. Then, when only five hundred meters remained from the ground, a violent right roll, followed by a sharp turn, and the plane climbed up again.

This terrifying maneuver startled many people present into a cold sweat.

Major Ji: “If it’s doing a High Yo-Yo maneuver normally, the difficulty isn’t great. But now the landing gear hasn’t fully retracted. With the landing gear halfway down, Major Fu, you have to carefully consider the difficulty of these maneuvers. Their difficulty has more than doubled!”

“He can do it.”

Major Ji was stunned.

Fu Cheng stared unblinkingly at the fighter jet outside the window: “Because he is Du Sen.”

Another high-difficulty Low Yo-Yo maneuver.

On the airport runway, several soldiers holding binoculars opened their eyes wide to look at the plane’s landing gear. “Report to command tower, landing gear still stuck!”

Fu Cheng pressed the communication button again: “Du Sen, first do a High Yo-Yo, then follow with a Cobra maneuver.”

Zhuo Huan asked in surprise: “Can perform a Cobra maneuver with the landing gear unretracted?”

Fu Cheng: “Can.”

Zhuo Huan was dumbfounded for a moment. He couldn’t help but look up at the black-haired young man standing at the very front.

Because they came out in a hurry, Zhuo Huan only realized now that Fu Cheng was dragged out of the UAAG headquarters by him wearing only a thin white shirt. In the biting cold wind of December, this young man didn’t utter a sound. At this moment, his hands were pressed on the console, his waist and hips inevitably outlining a semicircular arc.

The shirt tightly outlined a beautiful, slender waistline, and long trousers wrapped those straight, long legs.

And the owner of these legs seemed to have become the master of the room; everyone held their breath, waiting for him to give orders.

Zhuo Huan suddenly felt his throat was a bit dry. His lips moved, and not until a “Received” from the test pilot sounded in the radar communicator did he suddenly wake as if from a dream.

Fuck.

There was absolutely no business for him here. Zhuo Huan cursed inwardly and sat back on the sofa. This was the first time he was ignored by everyone. Taking out his phone, he looked at it for a long time, scrolling to the chat record between him and Lina.

[He has no chance in this lifetime!]

…Tsk.

In the vast boundless blue sky, the young test pilot finished a high-difficulty High Yo-Yo, then without stopping, followed up with a Cobra maneuver: while the fighter’s speed dropped sharply, he pulled the nose up violently, making the fighter almost stagnant in the air. At this time, its entire fuselage rose upward, looking extremely like a cobra raising its head ready to hunt.

Ground personnel: “Seems loose! The landing gear seems to have dropped a little bit!”

In the command center, everyone was also very surprised: “Really useful?”

Fu Cheng’s palms were already wet with sweat. He pressed the communication button and said in a calm voice: “Finally, do another High Yo-Yo, followed by a Split-S maneuver.” Pausing for the first time, Fu Cheng asked: “Du Sen, can you do it?”

The test pilot’s voice was firm: “Senior brother, I will try my best.”

“Good!”

After a gorgeous and dazzling performance of high-difficulty flight skills, amidst everyone’s bedazzlement, the fighter jet successfully used gravitational inertia to fling the landing gear down.

A cheer erupted throughout Dachang Airbase.

The pilot’s life is naturally the first priority, but if this fighter jet, researched for more than twenty years and designed over four years, could be undamaged, that would naturally be best.

After the fighter jet landed successfully, Senior Colonel Li and the others immediately went downstairs to welcome the test pilot and check the plane’s condition. Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng, however, could not go to the scene.

Major Ji said ashamed: “Sorry, this is a military secret, cannot be leaked.”

Looking from afar was of course fine, but close-range observation, even if both were trustworthy, was not allowed.

Major Ji: “Shall I send you back to Shanghai city center?”

Fu Cheng: “No need, we drove here.”

“Then I’ll see you downstairs.”

Just as they got downstairs, a piercing cold wind hit them in the face. Fu Cheng couldn’t help but shrink his neck; wind poured into his collar. Suddenly, his shoulder felt heavy, and Fu Cheng turned his head.

A black Dior coat was taken off and draped over the young man.

Fu Cheng said in surprise: “Teacher Zhuo…”

Looking nothing like a genius aircraft designer, the hair tied behind his head and those overly handsome and elegant eyebrows made him look more like a dazzling superstar. Zhuo Huan draped the coat over Fu Cheng, his fingertips lightly brushing against the bare skin of the neck as if by accident.

Fu Cheng’s body stiffened abruptly, his ears heating up, but he looked up at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan’s expression was indifferent. When he looked down at him, he was still that arrogant Lord Zhuo who looked down on everyone.

“Dragged you out and forgot to get you clothes; consider this compensation.”

Fu Cheng was silent for a moment, “It doesn’t matter.” Saying this, he was about to take off the coat.

Zhuo Huan scoffed: “Giving it to me without washing it clean?”

Fu Cheng: “…”

Putting it back on expressionlessly, perhaps because the weather was too cold, the heat at his ears was blown away by the cold wind.

Fu Cheng’s voice had no fluctuation: “I’ll return it to you after washing it clean.”

After getting into the car and turning on the heater, both warmed up.

Fu Cheng looked at the coat on him; wearing it felt wrong, taking it off also felt wrong.

“Is that your junior brother?”

Body pausing, Fu Cheng said indifferently: “Mn, can’t really be counted as a junior brother. When I just served in the air force training camp, the instructor who guided me was the same as Du Sen’s. Du Sen enlisted two years later than me. I’ve heard his name; he should know me too. We haven’t met.”

Zhuo Huan didn’t hear the feigned calm in the young man’s tone; he gave a casual “Oh”: “Being a confidential fighter test pilot at such a young age is very impressive. Who is your instructor, teaching both of you?”

Lord Zhuo just asked casually to get closer. He didn’t have a dime’s worth of interest in any air force training camp instructor; his gaze quietly glanced at the young man’s open collar, sighing in his heart.

He was more interested in this now.

Fu Cheng clenched his fingers nervously. After a long time, he smiled: “Just an ordinary air force officer, just a captain; Teacher Zhuo wouldn’t know him even if I said.”

True, he didn’t know many Chinese air force pilots. It was even more impossible to know a captain-level one, nor was he interested.

Wearing a coat in the car was a bit hot. Fu Cheng took off Zhuo Huan’s coat and held it in his arms. He lowered his eyes to look at the floor, his ears and neck connecting into a smooth and beautiful curve. The prominent collarbone rose and fell with every breath.

Zhuo Huan watched for a while, suddenly smiled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel: “Speaking of which, why did you retire suddenly?”

Volume 3: Bismarck

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