I am a police officer.

I'm a police

officer. After graduating from police academy, I was assigned to the patrol police unit. Getting a job in the public security department was already quite an

achievement , so I didn't complain. We had two shifts each day: one in the morning and one in the afternoon; the other at noon and in the evening, rotating

patrols.

For example, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday were the morning and afternoon shifts, while Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday were the noon and evening shifts.

We patrolled for seven hours a day. As a newbie, I usually only patrolled on foot under the guidance of my senior colleagues

to familiarize with common situations and emergencies. My mentor's surname was Liu, and I called him Brother Liu.

Patrol work generally consisted of foot patrols, patrols by train, and 110 standby duty. For the first few months, I just

wandered the streets, and getting through those seven hours each day was considered a victory. Occasionally, I'd encounter a fight, illegal

parking something similar, and if I intervened or issued a ticket, it wasn't a wasted day. I could also look at pretty girls to feast my eyes on.

Most of the time, it was just giving directions and checking the IDs of people who looked odd or unattractive.

That's how it was day after day.

Patrol officers are out in the wind and sun all day, and the experience of patrolling on foot isn't pleasant. Opportunities for meritorious service and awards

are few and far between. At most, they might help an old lady cross the street, give directions, or do a good deed to solve a problem for the public. If a

kind-hearted person sends a thank-you letter to the bureau or team, and the leader praises them, they're considered very fortunate.

Two of my colleagues have received awards for their service. One bravely confronted a criminal, sustaining four stab wounds but surviving, only to be rushed to

the hospital barely alive. The bureau awarded him a second-class merit, transferred him to the police station, and later promoted him to station chief. The

other has a keen eye for criminals, unintentionally apprehending a wanted criminal with three murder charges on the street, earning a third-class merit.

He's now the deputy captain of our branch.

Being young and impetuous, I naturally want to achieve something too, even a commendation. But asking someone to stab me a few times

is out of the question; I might end up a martyr. So I asked the deputy captain for advice on how to recognize

a criminal . Every time, he'd just smile mysteriously and say to me, "Kid, you're still green..." What the hell?! What did that mean?!

From then on, he looked at me with the scrutinizing gaze of a "newbie."

If he weren't my superior, I would have... Later, I heard from my senior that the deputy branch captain

probably just got lucky when he caught that wanted criminal. I... well, what can you do? He was just lucky. So, when I walk down the street, everyone looks like a wanted

criminal, but I can't just arrest people randomly. Sigh, it's all about luck.

The most comfortable job is motor vehicle patrol. Seven hours of patrol time a day, but tires instead of

leather shoes . You just need to sit in the car and chat, and if you're sleepy, you can take a nap. If there's something going on at headquarters, they'll use a walkie-talkie to notify us,

and the nearest patrol vehicle will immediately rush to the scene. Sometimes, we'll even cooperate with the public security department in some kind of anti- prostitution or anti-illegal publications operation. Catching prostitutes

in the red-light district is the most eye-opening thing. If you're lucky, you'll catch them naked in bed or somewhere else. 　　However, unmarried young people like me are usually assigned by our superiors to guard suspects at the door or in the car, instead of being on the front lines. Frustrating… My superiors euphemistically call it, “Protecting young shoots, it hurts our eyes…” Seriously! The more exciting part is cooperating with criminal police to arrest suspects. When there's danger, my superiors call on agile young people like me to rush in. They say it's “to give me some training…” Seriously! That’s unfair! If there’s danger, I’ll go ; if there’s scenery, I’ll stand aside… 　　Over a year of patrol work has passed, and I’ve experienced many cases and incidents, big and small, and matured a lot . One morning, the team had an emergency assembly. They said there had been a murder in the Shinan residential area the previous night; a criminal broke into a house and killed a family of three. Then we were led to an abandoned quarry in the southwest of the city. Deputy Director Cai of the Municipal Security Bureau, who was in charge of criminal investigation, continued to explain the situation. 　　Two suspects (any criminal not convicted by a court is called a suspect) were apprehended by police at a roadblock two hours after the incident. A surprise interrogation revealed details about . 　　This suspect had attempted to flee after the crime and had made a phone call. His cell phone signal had already been monitored by the city bureau's technical department, and the signal originated near the quarry (this is true; our city bureau does possess this technology, though it requires cooperation from the mobile company). 　　This person was armed. Therefore, the bureau immediately deployed personnel to surround and seal off the quarry, while criminal police, armed police, and patrol officers conducted a thorough search of the mountain to apprehend the suspect. They moved in pairs, maintaining a 30-meter interval. 　　The grouping began, and three teams stood in the open area. The largest group was the armed police, standing neatly , fully armed, equipped with "August 1st" semi-automatic rifles, submachine guns, and helmets. Poor soldiers, they had guns but no bulletproof vests. 　　Next in number were the patrol officers, about forty in total. Half of them were equipped with submachine guns and Type 54 military pistols, all wearing bulletproof vests and stab-proof vests (to increase resistance when stabbed), and half were carrying batons. I was one of them. 　　The criminal investigation team consisted of about twenty people, dressed in various civilian clothes. Some held guns, eager to test their skills, while others lazily smoked cigarettes as if nothing was wrong. Among the criminal investigators was a woman; upon closer inspection, she was quite beautiful. She was the only woman in the group, possessing a truly refined and elegant air. 　　She wore a yellow shirt and jeans, with shoulder-length short hair and a good figure. From my angle, I could only see half of her face. Her skin was snow-white, and she looked to be in her early twenties. I was certain she was a recent graduate . Hehe, maybe even my junior from university… 　　Mission clear, let's move out. Everyone headed up the mountain, spreading out to either side, each going their own way and forming their own groups. As soon as the crowd dispersed, I spotted the pretty girl and decided to follow her in the same direction; maybe we'd be in the same group . The crowd thinned out, and many people were already out of my sight. 　　The pretty girl was walking ahead, and next to her was Detective Wang, an old guy in his forties (I knew him, but he didn't know me). It seemed like the pretty girl and Detective Wang would be in the same group. I thought about it, but still followed behind. 　　A song started playing—"Happy Birthday"—so cheesy, the same old ringtone. The old guy's phone rang. He quickly pulled it out, answered it, mumbled a few "uh-huhs," and hung up. Then he said to the pretty girl , "Chief Cai called me back for something, you…" He turned around, saw me, and added, "You and this patrol officer…"

"Let's be in the same group, be careful..." Without waiting for a reply, he rushed back. Sigh, when the boss summons you, how can you

not be in a rush? Well, it's a stroke of luck! I really am in the same group as a beautiful woman, and I'm silently thanking

Director Cai for making it happen.

The beautiful woman turned to look at me, and I looked her over carefully. She had big eyes and was

even prettier than I had imagined. I caught up with her and said, "Let's go!" She still didn't speak, but quickened her pace

to walk beside me. Her eyes darted around. "You just arrived, right?" "Yes," she answered, without

slowing down.

"First Squadron?" (Old Wang is in the First Criminal Investigation Squadron; she's with him, so I guess she should be too.) "

Yes." "You just graduated, right? Which school?" Before she could answer, we walked across the open area and arrived at

a patch of overgrown, rocky terrain. The weeds were waist-high, dense, and the terrain was complex.

It was a good place for people to hide, and the team was already spread out, so we had to be vigilant. She

pulled a brand-new, gleaming Type 64 police pistol from her waist, pulled the bolt, chambered a round, gripped

the gun with both hands, and carefully aimed at the grass as she walked. She seemed not to have heard my question.

Our brigade was short of firearms; not everyone could be equipped. We could only carry guns when responding to calls or on patrol.

Of course, the number of guns was only half the number of personnel in the brigade. Normally, they were all stored in the armory in the guard room. In an

emergency , whoever arrived first would get a weapon; those who arrived late would only get a baton as a formality.

The brigade had two types of guns: submachine guns and semi-automatic rifles, adjustable for burst and three-round bursts, usually equipped with a magazine

of twenty rounds; and Type 54 pistols. The Type 54 pistol, originally issued to the Chinese police force

, was a large, heavy, and inconvenient weapon for military use. It held eight rounds. The Type 54

was extremely powerful, reportedly the most powerful handgun in the world, though its appearance was rather unattractive. However, it was still considered

one of the most powerful in the world.

The woman in the picture is carrying a Type 64 police pistol, issued to Chinese police after the 1990s. It holds six

rounds, is small and lightweight, and easy to carry. Earlier, along with the Type 77, it was known as "officer's

gun ," meaning only high-ranking officials like bureau chiefs and captains could use it; lower-ranking officers were only allowed the Type 54. Now,

officers generally use the Type 77, while criminal investigators use the Type 64.The patrol officers and armed police were still using Type 54 pistols, as always, given

their superior firepower.

I was rather envious; her service record wasn't even as long as mine, yet her equipment was far more advanced.

The difference in police branches was only one aspect. Besides, I hadn't even received a Type 54, only a baton, which made me feel

quite embarrassed.

I listlessly poked at the weeds, wondering if it was possible the suspect was hiding there

. After passing the weedy area, we reached the halfway point, where the path essentially ended. All that remained were piles of huge

rocks and pine trees growing from the crevices.

The beautiful woman looked serious, and we remained silent. She started ahead of me, walking uphill,

taking long strides. With each leg lift and bend, her buttocks, encased in her jeans, revealed a perfect shape.

Round and large, it made me want to pinch them. After more than an hour of walking, the path ahead was filled with jagged

rocks, enough to frighten anyone who looked at them.

Seeing that she was already panting heavily, I said to her, "Let's take a break, the road ahead is even worse.

" I spoke to her in a questioning tone, because patrol officers always seem to be a level below criminal investigators, even though my

rank is higher than hers.

She took a few breaths, "Okay," and then stood still, one hand on her hip, panting heavily. I took out

a handkerchief, handed it to her, and said, "Wipe your sweat." She hesitated for a moment, took it, wiped her sweat a few times, and then handed it back

to me, saying, "Thank you," with a forced smile on her face. "My name is Yuan Yang, what's yours?" "Oh?

My name is Fang Yuan, what a coincidence!" She looked at me with surprise. "Yes, yes, we both have the character 'yuan' in our names."

It turned out she graduated from the Criminal Investigation Department of the Public Security University and had just started working, a year later than me. She was

a top student from a prestigious university, while I was just from a provincial public security college; we weren't on the same level. After chatting for a few more minutes, she

suggested we continue.

I led the way, and when we encountered difficult sections, I would go first or climb up, then turn back to help her.

Holding her delicate, boneless hand while helping her was a pleasure...

Then we came to a stone forest, with towering boulders several meters high, overgrown with weeds, making it look

eerie . Because the area was larger and the terrain more complex than originally estimated, the comrades were increasingly spaced out

, and each group's range had also increased, with intervals reaching about a hundred meters. Only

the interrogation commands coming through the walkie-talkie made me feel a little relieved.

I exchanged a glance with her and entered the stone forest. Actually, in my heart, I didn't take the suspect seriously at all,

because I had done this kind of operation many times, and each time I returned empty-handed, without even

seeing

This time the area was at least several square kilometers, with hundreds of people, and it was such a coincidence that I ran into him?

I didn't know if running into him was a good thing or a bad thing. But having a beautiful woman by my side wasn't bad either.

We proceeded cautiously, trying not to miss any corner. Fang Yuan was a very serious girl;

her movements and demeanor seemed extremely cautious, yet also bold. Of course, I had to pretend to be bold and meticulous as well,

climbing up to check every crevices on the protruding rocks. I had just climbed onto a high rock and was looking around when

I heard a "Ah!"—it was Fang Yuan's voice. I turned around and saw

a , one hand around Fang Yuan's neck, the other pointing something at her temple. My

blood rushed to my head; I don't know if I jumped or fell, but I landed awkwardly, staggering before

regaining my balance, my legs clearly weak.

It was the suspect; he looked quite fierce, a large man, and was holding a modified BB gun.

(It was a modified starting pistol, with 6mm diameter iron BBs loaded into the barrel, effective at a range of ten meters.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of gun wouldn't kill unless it hit a vital organ.) Fang Yuan struggled a few times, but the

man held her tightly, making it useless. Although she held the "June Fourth" document in her hand, it was utterly useless.

"Put the gun down, quickly..." "Put down the gun..." The suspect and I spoke almost simultaneously, but...

The targets were different. That guy wanted Fang Yuan to put down his gun, while I, of course, wanted him to put down that broken gun. I was

unarmed , with only a broken police baton (rubber, not iron), so my words had no intimidating power.

Of course, they wouldn't listen to me. I was three or four meters away from them, and I saw Fang Yuan's face

turn bright , and she seemed to have difficulty breathing. It looked like the suspect was choking her too tightly. I

usually only saw this kind of scene in movies, but I never thought it would actually happen in front of me. My

mind blank, and I didn't know what to do. I was drenched in cold sweat. I thought of calling for help with the walkie-talkie, but

the walkie-talkie was hanging on my shoulder, and to speak, I had to press the button on it.

I slightly raised my hand, about to touch the walkie-talkie. "Don't move, put your hand down, or I'll shoot!"

he yelled at me. There was nothing I could do; he had a gun, so I had no choice but to obediently put my hand down.

"Put the gun down, put it down now!" the guy shouted like a madman, pressing the gun hard against Fang Yuan's head. I

stood there, dumbfounded… I wished I had Li Xunhuan's skills, that I could throw a knife and stab that guy in

the head . But I didn't have that skill, and more importantly, I didn't have a throwing knife.

I could only try to calm him down, just like in the movies. "Don't get agitated, put down

your gun! There are police all around, you can't escape. Put down your gun and try to get leniency." I raised my voice

, hoping my comrades nearby would hear me and come over.

He seemed even more agitated after hearing my words, his body constantly backing away. "Don't hurt her, how about this,

you release her, and I'll be your hostage." It seems like the police in the movies like to use this tactic, so I tried to imitate him. Actually, that

's unrealistic; having a woman as a hostage is much safer than having a man like me as a hostage, at least

women than me. He remained unmoved and repeatedly told me not to move, to stand there.

Actually, I didn't dare to move either; my legs were already too weak to stand, it was already quite an achievement. I was terrified he

'd suddenly become aggressive and shoot me. A hit to the body might be okay, but a shot to the head would be fatal. Who

knew how good a shot he was? I couldn't take the risk.

"Thud—" Fang Yuan threw her Type 64 pistol about a meter in front of me, her hands gripping

the arm around her neck, her eyes pleading. She looked at me, then

glanced at the pistol on the ground, her lips pursed. I wondered what she meant. Was she telling me to pick up the gun? Hmm,

that must be it, but she wouldn't let me move.

We remained in this stalemate for several minutes, and still no one arrived. I grew increasingly anxious. The suspect

seemed even more anxious, sweat dripping from his brow, his lips trembling. Seeing his condition, I

became more attentive and bolder. "This isn't working. You should surrender quickly; our

men will be here soon," I said, taking a step forward.

"Don't come any closer! I'll shoot if you come any closer!" I stopped. The Type 64 pistol was right in front of me; I

could reach it by bending down. At that moment, I decided to take a risk. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration, I quickly picked up

the gun, rolled over, stood up, and shot him dead. That's what they often do in movies.

A series of actions flashed through my mind, and I familiarized myself with the terrain several times. This might be

the biggest risk I've ever taken in my life.

I took a deep breath and, without hesitation, bent down and rolled. "Bang!" A muffled sound. My

mind reacted extremely quickly; it was the sound of a BB gun. Ah! He fired! Fang Yuan is dead!?

As I rolled over to stand up, I caught a glimpse of the BB gun pointed at me, a wisp of smoke rising from its dark muzzle.

Good heavens! He shot me… “Ouch…” A searing pain shot through my buttocks, and

I collapsed to the ground. I’d been shot! Fear instantly filled my mind. Was I going to die? I’m so young,

my career is at its peak, no! My mind was hazy, as if I’d fallen into an empty abyss,

unable to grasp anything around me. I kept sinking… until I lost consciousness.

I don’t know how much time passed… “Yuan Yang! Yuan Yang! Wake up!…” I was suddenly shaken awake

and saw Fang Yuan. Her eyes were filled with tears as she kept calling my name. Seeing me awake,

a relieved smile appeared on her face, and she said a few words that I couldn’t understand. I felt her

take the walkie-talkie from my shoulder… and I passed out again.

When I woke up again, I was in the hospital, lying on a bed. A nurse was beside me, and seeing that I was awake,

she immediately ran out to call the doctor. The doctor examined me and said there was nothing wrong, telling me to

rest .

I asked the doctor what happened to me? The doctor told me it was nothing serious; I'd been shot in the buttocks, but thankfully the marble was weak and hadn't

broken any bones, though I'd lost a lot of blood. He said I'd

fainted because of a head injury, causing a mild concussion. I said "Oh," and after the doctor left, I remembered when I'd been hit on the head. Was I fainted from fright

?

That day, the captain, the branch captain, and others came to visit, praising me on the spot, saying I'd bravely fought off a criminal,

been wounded heroically, and was worthy of everyone's emulation, etc. I was bewildered… The next day, leaders from the Municipal Public Security Bureau and the Municipal Political and Legal Committee came to offer their condolences,

standing before me and praising me like they were giving a report, and even awarding me a 5,000 yuan allowance. I

was bewildered …

The third day, the deputy secretary of the Municipal Party Committee led a group of reporters to my bedside. It was the same old story; they said

the same things as the bureau leaders, and the reporters kept asking questions and taking pictures. Thankfully, the leaders instructed the

reporters to publish the photos they took. After all, my appearance lying on the bed was rather indecent; if they were going to publish a photo, they'd

publish my old headshot. I was still completely bewildered…

I had no recollection of what happened after I fainted, and I wanted to ask my superiors but couldn't bring myself to do it.

Then I thought of Fang Yuan. How was she? Was she injured? I saw my story in the newspaper,

describing how I subdued the assailant and was bravely wounded, but it didn't specify where I was injured. A black-and-white headshot

hung in the corner of the newspaper, looking more like a funeral portrait than anything else. Frustrating…

That day, I had been lying in bed for a week, which was extremely uncomfortable. Luckily, the doctor had a solution;

he cut a large oval hole in the bed frame. Lying flat, my buttocks fit perfectly into the hole, free from pressure, and comfortable …I've had enough. Fang Yuan arrived, and I recognized her as soon as she entered the ward; she's still so beautiful. She carried a basket of fruit and stood by my bedside.

"Are you feeling better?" A hint of sadness flickered in her eyes, and I felt a secret, albeit smug, joy. "It's nothing,

I'll be fine in a couple of days." I patted the edge of the bed a few times, gesturing for her to sit down. She understood and sat down, saying, "

I've been wanting to see you for a while. I went on a business trip a few days ago and only got back yesterday." "Really? I thought you had to come see me,

after all these days. Seeing you makes me feel so much better, hehe..." Her face flushed instantly.

I wanted to ask her about what happened after I collapsed, but the ward was crowded, and it wasn't convenient to ask. So I

said to her, "Are you alright today? Can you help me downstairs for a walk?" "Sure, can you walk?" She stood up.

"No problem." I bent down and moved to the windowsill, and she helped me to my feet. We found a wooden crutch, and

she helped me downstairs. We strolled and chatted, and passersby's eyes

lit . I felt a surge of pride.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you what happened after I was shot that day. I... I can't remember." "

Hehe, of course you can't remember. Didn't you pass out?" I blushed and said embarrassedly, "

Yes, I passed out. My head was all foggy." "You bent down to pick up the gun, and he shot at you. I quickly grabbed his arm and threw him

to the ground. But I still couldn't stop him from shooting... Later, I subdued him and handcuffed him." "Oh, you... he

... you subdued him?" "What's wrong? Don't believe me?"

To be honest, I really didn't believe it. That guy was so big. How could a little girl subdue him?

It was really ... But there were only three of us there. I passed out, and only she was left. It seemed I had no choice but to believe her. "

I believe you. Of course I believe you. I didn't realize you were like that..." I said in an admiring tone. "Hehe, of course. I'm

very good at Sanda and grappling." She looked a little smug.

"So you're saying you saved me?" "Not really, you saved me too, it was mutual rescue." I nodded and

said, "How did you report it to the higher-ups?" "I said I was being held hostage, and you took a bullet to save me. We

caught him together, and you bled out and fainted. By the way, why did you faint so quickly? You didn't lose

that much , you were just scared, right?" ...She saw through me, so damn embarrassing...

I didn't answer her directly, and said, "Oh, I see. You caught him yourself, so I didn't get

any credit." "No, if you hadn't taken a bullet, I wouldn't have had a chance to act." "That's true, hehe,

the medal is half yours and half mine." "Pfft." She couldn't help but laugh. "You're so unserious.

Seriously, the bureau is reporting us for merit, I think we can easily get a third-class merit." "Haha, this

time it's one medal each, no need to split it." She chuckled again.

Her smile was indeed adorable, and I realized I really liked her. We chatted for a while, then

she said she had to go home and saw me upstairs. I asked for her phone number, saying I was bored and would

text her whenever I had time. She gave me her number, smiled mysteriously, and turned to leave. After that, she came to see me every few days, but

always to leave after a short while, saying she was too busy with work. Fortunately, we kept in touch by texting, so the days in the hospital weren't

too difficult.

Finally, I was discharged and rested at home for two weeks, basically recovering. When I got to work, I learned that my third-class merit

award had been approved, and I instantly became a well-known figure in the public security system. The city's criminal investigation team was short-staffed and needed to select

several people from the grassroots to transfer to the team. Of course, I didn't want to miss this opportunity. I used my connections with a high-ranking relative,

and with my third-class merit award, I was finally selected.

When I was notified to report to the first criminal investigation team, I almost fainted with joy. On the day I reported for duty, I arrived at the First Squadron.

The captain first took me to the office and gave me a routine briefing, then

introduced . That day, I didn't see Fang Yuan. I asked around and learned that she was away on a business trip. I wanted to surprise her, so I didn't

call her.

Three days later, Fang Yuan rushed back, looking travel-worn. When she saw me sitting in the First Squadron's office organizing

materials , her eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing here?" "Why can't I be here? I missed you,

so can't I come see you?" Her face flushed again. She looked around to make sure no one could hear her, then whispered

, "Stop being so cheeky, what's going on?" "I've been transferred here." "Huh? You don't believe me?" She still believed me.

I smiled smugly, lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing a shiny black Type 64 pistol tucked into my waistband.

"Oh, really!" She believed me. "Why would I lie to you? Okay, let's go out for dinner tonight? To celebrate

my promotion and to welcome you back. Should I pay?" "Sure, you pay. Asking me out for dinner and then expecting me to pay?

Are you even a man?" "I'll pay, fine. How about that wonton shop at the corner?" She said, feeling dizzy…

Finally, it was time to get off work. We went to a Western restaurant, ordered two French steaks, and chatted about

everything under the sun . Actually, although I've been a police officer longer than her and am older, she majored in

criminal investigation and has been a detective for over six months. I've only been a detective for three days, and as a patrol officer, I had to transfer

suspects , so I have very little experience in handling cases.

When Fang Yuan found out, she immediately put on her teacher's airs and patiently taught me.

After dinner, she suggested going to see a movie. The first one was a suspense film, a bit scary. Perhaps because of our professions,

we both enjoyed it immensely. When the scary scenes appeared, Fang Yuan acted like a child, trembling with fear and

sometimes covering her eyes. I really don't understand why she, who isn't afraid in front of criminals or at a murder scene,

would be so terrified watching a movie?

The second movie was a romance, very touching and passionate. I don't know when, but I held Fang Yuan's hand.

I felt her flinch, but she didn't resist. We made eye contact, then I quickly looked away;

it was too dark in the theater to see her expression clearly.The movie ended, and we walked out of the theater hand in hand, chatting about the plot and our feelings along the way. When we arrived at her apartment building, a small European-style building, it seemed her family was quite wealthy. 　　Under the streetlights, a gentle autumn breeze blew, and her face looked so radiant in the dim light. I couldn't resist lowering my head and kissing her forehead. A hand slowly wrapped around her waist from behind. She struggled slightly but didn't pull away. 　　I took her hand, gently lifted it, and kissed it. She silently closed her eyes, lost in thought.

"Mmm." Gently, I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her hair, her long neck, her ears,

inhaling her faint fragrance. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes half-closed, drawing me to her like a magnet

. Our tongues met, the feeling indescribable.

After a long while, she gently pushed away from my embrace, timidly asking, "Do you love me?" "Of course! You

saved my life, you should repay me with your body!" She punched my chest hard. Ouch, that hurt! She really had a strong

grip . "Dream on, heh..." "Well, I saved you, and I took a bullet for you, you should

repay me!" she said coquettishly, still nestled in my arms.

"I'm going home now, you should go home early too." She said, "I'll miss you, I won't be able to sleep if I go back.

" "Go back, we can see each other again tomorrow." "Okay, sure. One more kiss." I said, and then, taking her by surprise, I

kissed her on the cheek again. She nestled in my arms like a docile kitten, burying her head, then suddenly lifting it again. "Stop it,

go home. And don't make our relationship public in the unit, you know..." "Why not? What's there to be afraid of?

"

I knew that in the police department, especially since we were on the same team, a relationship would affect our work.

So, although there was no explicit rule in the unit, it was implied that such a thing shouldn't happen. "If word gets out, aren't you afraid the captain will

transfer you back to patrol?" "Fine, I'll go back then." "Stop joking, listen to me."

In the end, I said goodbye reluctantly and went home. I lay in bed, desperately trying to fall asleep, hoping to see her

early next morning. In the early morning, I arrived at work early and saw Fang Yuan already cleaning the corridor

.

She smiled at me and then continued sweeping. I hurriedly grabbed a mop and followed behind, mopping the floor. People in

the building gradually started going to work, and she and I hadn't exchanged a single word, leaving me feeling bitter.

During work hours, aside from occasional glances that met, she would give me a faint smile and then look

away. She never spoke of anything outside of work. No one in the team noticed our relationship. Generally

, we wouldn't have the opportunity to be alone together when responding to calls, investigating crime scenes, or apprehending suspects.

Of course, what I enjoyed most was investigation and surveillance. The captain would often assign Fang Yuan and me to cases alone;

perhaps the captain thought we were a perfect match. So, we were colleagues by day and

lovers by night, managing our relationship well. Our feelings developed step by step, without neglecting our careers.

One day, the captain gave Fang Yuan a mission: to escort a female fraudster back to serve her sentence from a city in another province.

This kind of mission was easy, not very dangerous, and it was more convenient for a female officer to escort a female prisoner, so Fang Yuan was assigned.

Of course, a male officer was also needed to accompany her, and after considering various options, I was chosen. Of course, I was overjoyed, but

outwardly I had to pretend to be completely obedient.

We boarded the train, and since it was reimbursed by the company, we naturally chose a soft sleeper compartment. This compartment had two berths, and the conditions were

quite good and clean. The train rumbled off, and it was already completely dark. We sat in the compartment,

laughing and joking.

Our relationship had been going on for over half a year now, and because we were both so busy with work, we didn't have much

time , let alone like this, sharing a room. Of course, I wouldn't miss such a good opportunity.

I pulled her into my arms, and she sat on my lap. I kissed her lips, my hands tracing her

slender waist. Our lips remained intertwined, and she let her small tongue suckle

the passion . Before I knew it, my hands, which were around her waist, had moved up, wantonly caressing her breasts. My fingertips

played a soft melody, flowing over her full breasts through her clothes, circling and sliding towards the

highest peak.

I casually turned off the lights in the private room. Moonlight, intermittently filtering through the birch trees lining the road,

shone through the window. I slowly removed her outer garments, one by one. Unveiling her white bra, her cleavage was revealed.

When their passionate lips ceased their entanglement, I buried my face in her chest, greedily and unrestrainedly. From her chest to her armpits to her lower abdomen,

to her waist, I left behind patches of lip prints.

The lights were off, but her snow-white skin, illuminated by the moonlight, was as smooth and delicate as silk. When I reached

into her pants, her private parts were already flowing with desire. She squeezed her legs together, struggling to resist the passion

from .

"You've never said you love me, have you?" she murmured, her voice pleading. "I love you," I had

never said it. In that moment of burning desire, I knew nothing more than those three words. "I love you too,

Yang, I love you so much," she said, opening her slightly closed eyes and gazing at me tenderly.

I gently touched the tip of her vagina with my fingers, which were inside her panties, eliciting a soft gasp.

A warm current, like raindrops, gushed forth, flowing down my palms. She bit

my neck and shoulders passionately, afraid to make any suggestive sounds. I traced small circles with my fingers,

trying to see if she could hold on.

"I want…" she whispered, and I wanted it too. It wasn't just about releasing

desire; it was a longing, a yearning for our hearts and bodies to be intimately united.

I buried my face in her chest, kissing her. The blush on her breasts

hardened slowly under my tongue. I freed my hands and began removing the clothes that separated us—one, two, three, four

… some mine, some hers.

Finally, we were naked before each other, our vision blurred, yet alluring in the haze. Inadvertently, our

most intimate spot brushed against each other—so smooth, so hot. Each time there was an unintentional touch, her

fingers on my back would tighten.

A burning sensation rose from my groin; the accidental contact had caused my desire to linger in the small depression before my paradise.

Pushing forward slightly, the heat intensified, and her fingers gripped even tighter.

Pushing further, I felt her tightly clenched folds being gradually stretched open by me. "So tight…"

Though the flow was gentle, penetration was difficult. The nest of desire struggled against the intrusion. "Does it hurt?

"Seeing her furrowed brow, I spoke with reluctance. She nodded hesitantly, then shook her head. Finally,

I was fully inside her. "Ah...gently...slowly," she cried. I stopped, kissing her,

a feeling of love, a merging of our being, swirling in my heart. The private passage of our paradise trembled intermittently.

Clamping, then releasing; clamping, then releasing. "Oh..." Her facial expression

slowly . She breathed a soft sigh, opened her eyes, and looked at me tenderly. That feeling

was blissful and sweet.

"I want to possess her..." The thought kept surging in my heart, pumping back and forth, from gentle to violent.

Mixed with the "clatter...clatter..." sound of a train rolling on the tracks, I pumped rhythmically.

The sound so intensely stimulating.

I curled her knees up and pressed them against my chest. I pulled gently, but thrust deeply, all the way to the deepest part.

"Ah..." She couldn't hold back any longer and cried out. A surge of heat flowed from the depths of her paradise, while I, pressing against

the entrance of her life-giving temple, spewed out waves of molten passion, endlessly. We held each other, panting,

I gently stroked her hair and looked at her, so happy! I love you, Yuanyuan! Passion, so intense it was impossible to dissipate.

Her snow-white legs were wrapped around my waist, unwilling to let go for a long time. Gently caressing her thighs, long

and shapely, without a single flaw. My greedy gaze lingered, unable to leave.

Her beautiful thighs rose higher, forming a perfect arc with her serpentine waist. Greedily

looking , moonlight spilled onto her full breasts, two small blushes, making the room look exquisite. That was

the place that so many men dreamt of!

Her slender neck connected to men's dreams, with her angelic face. Her delicate chin, her slightly moist

lips, were where my passion lingered. A few beads of sweat on her small nose shimmered in the moonlight. Her deep, bright eyes,

large and clear, seemed to speak, hiding deep affection. We lay embraced on the bed, a chill

passing by . She hurriedly took out tissues to gently wipe the red and white fluid from her lower body, and carefully wiped me as well. Then,

she gently pulled the blanket over us.

"This isn't your first time, is it?" she suddenly asked. I was caught off guard; I hadn't expected her to ask me

that . "Yes," I replied. "Who did it with before?" "My ex-girlfriend, we broke up two years ago." "Oh

..." She took a deep breath, seemingly neither angry nor jealous.

But the more she acted this way, the more I felt pity for her. "I probably didn't understand love before,

it was just a moment of impulse..." "No need to say anything," she said, pulling me closer. I couldn't say anything more, just staring blankly at the moon

outside the window .

More than twenty hours later, we arrived at our destination and got off the train. It was past 8 p.m.

We decided to find a hotel to stay in so we could pick up the prisoner the next morning. We found a three-star hotel,

booked a standard room, and settled in. After such a long train ride, I was exhausted. All I wanted was a good shower.

She rushed into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and filled the tub.

She asked me, "Are you going to shower?" "You shower first," she said, closing the door and letting the water run. I

watched TV outside. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and she poked her head out. "Why don't we shower together?" she said sweetly,

her shy face incredibly charming.

"Okay," I said, getting up and pushing the door open. Suddenly, a flawless, snow-white body appeared before me. It was too dark last

night to really appreciate it. I was a little shocked, standing there with my mouth agape, staring blankly.

"What's wrong? Look at you, so lewd," she laughed, stepping forward to unbutton my clothes. "You're so beautiful..." she said,

my clothes almost completely off, leaving only my underwear bulging like a tent.

I quickly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to the bathtub. "Get in the water quickly, don't catch a cold," she said, as I quickly

pulled off my last piece of clothing and sat in the bathtub. I told her to face me, applied some shower gel to her back,

and started massaging her back.

"You're so good." "Yeah, you just realized how good I am." "Will you always be this good to me?" She seemed

thoughtful. "Of course I will, don't overthink it." She turned around, gazing at me intently. I couldn't help but put my arms around her waist and

kiss her cheek.

She turned to the side, nestling in my arms like a kitten, her hands on my shoulders. "You're my

first man, and you'll always be my only man." She looked at me sideways,

her eyes watery and captivating. I silenced her with a kiss. I don't know how long we kissed, but she was now straddling

me, her arms around my neck, staring at me blankly. The steam in the bathroom was alluring, making her cheeks flushed

, radiantly beautiful. I continued to trace circles on her breasts with my tongue, while gently

stroking her back with my hands…

As the kiss continued, she became increasingly excited, her hands holding my head. Our most private

parts were occasionally touched lightly, stirring up waves of fantasies.

Taking advantage of the moment, I held her hips with both hands, and as she lost herself in passion, I lifted my lower body, plunging myself

into her gentle embrace… A burning heat surged from my lower body, engulfing me in her passion, bit by bit,

seeping into my heart.

She began to kiss me actively. Her small tongue gently curled over my teeth, the tip of her tongue, her lips, stirring waves

of desire. She remained straddling me, my throbbing member slowly reaching the deepest part of her paradise.

“Ah…” she murmured, a soft cry that resonated deep within my heart. Her voice was already

incredibly sweet, but with a touch of breathiness, a hint of shyness, and a subtle, tender affection, it was captivating,

making me lose my senses.

“I love you… I love you so much…” I whispered in her ear. As our bodies thrust,

her murmurs continued. The bathtub water was warm, and the warmth reached even deeper into her being.

Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, dripping onto me. Seeing how tired she seemed, I

tenderly hugged and kissed her, gently helping her lie down in the bathtub. Although she tried to stop me, I pulled away

.

After bathing, we dried ourselves and lay in bed. She suddenly asked me, "Won't

the police suddenly come to check the rooms here?" Actually, the police often conduct unannounced raids on hotels and guesthouses .The inspections mainly target cases of prostitution and soliciting. 　　When I was a patrol officer, I often participated in such operations. However, I rarely . This is because those places are frequented by wealthy and powerful people, and prostitution there is conducted very discreetly, making it difficult to catch them red-handed.

If they caught some high-ranking official, they might get a cold shoulder. So the chances of the police checking the rooms here are very,

very small. I said, "No way, what's there to be afraid of? We're both police officers, we're family, we won't fight each other." She

giggled, and after another round of tender moments, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, we went to the local public security bureau, showed our identification and letters of introduction, and explained our purpose.

They sent someone to take us to the detention center, where an armed police officer led the female prisoner to be transferred out of the prison gate.

I saw that the female prisoner looked to be in her forties, her face was very haggard, and her eyes were vacant. But you could tell that

she must have been quite beautiful when she was young. After completing the handover procedures, the police car took the three of

us to the train station. After shaking hands and saying goodbye to the police officer who led the way

, we boarded the train back. It was still a soft sleeper, but the difference was that the two berths were occupied by two women,

and I could only explain the situation to the train conductor and then doze off on a large leather chair placed between the berths.

On the way, I handcuffed the woman to the crossbar of the bed. She didn't say a word, and we didn't bother her.

As long as she got back to the station safely, everything would be fine. I continued chatting and laughing with Yuanyuan, immersed in

our sweet love. Unbeknownst to us, a huge undercurrent was surging towards us, enveloping us

in . But we were completely unaware.

The train stopped at a small station, where we had to transfer to another train. The three of us got off the train and

stood on the platform. We saw the other train carrying us "whooshing" towards us from another track. It was

early morning , and the weather was a bit chilly. A few groups of people were standing on the platform, waiting for the train. I stood in front,

while Yuanyuan stood behind me, guarding the female prisoner.

The train slowly stopped in front of us, and just as we were about to board, I caught a glimpse

of a man in a black suit walking briskly towards us. One hand was in his belt pocket.

My professional instincts told me that he was up to no good. I instinctively reached for my waist, but it was empty. Police officers

are not allowed to carry weapons when traveling by plane, train, or other public transportation. The man stopped

about ten meters away from us and quickly pulled out his hand from his belt.

Good heavens! He was holding a pistol, the muzzle pointed at the female prisoner. "Bang..." The gunshot rang out,

the sound echoing across the small platform. Yuanyuan clutched her chest and fell backward, the female prisoner behind her quickly

catching her.

It all seemed to happen in an instant; I didn't even have time to think. The man fired at the female prisoner

, and Yuanyuan stepped in front of her, the bullet hitting her. It all happened so suddenly

; when I witnessed it, I couldn't believe it. But as I saw, it was all true

… I don't know where the courage came from, mixed with immense anger,

I charged towards the man like an arrow. The ten-meter distance seemed to be covered in a single step. The man, having missed his target with his first shot, was about to fire

a second when… I lunged forward, and he turned his gun on me. "Bang!" Another shot. The bullet struck

my shoulder blade, but I barely felt it.

The instant the bullet entered my body, I was already in front of the man. One hand gripped his

wrist holding the gun tightly, while the other swung a fist at his face. All my strength and rage were concentrated

in my fist.

I knocked him to the ground, but I still didn't let go of his wrist. I bent down and threw another punch,

one, two, three… I don't know how many punches I threw; I only had one thought in my mind:

to kill him, to kill him! I was almost insane…

The train police arrived and pulled me away, but I

still features unrecognizable. He lay limply on the ground. Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, I remembered Yuanyuan. I turned around

and saw her lying there, the female prisoner supporting her head.

I staggered over and hugged Yuanyuan tightly. I saw the bullet hit her chest, right in the lung

area . I knew Yuanyuan wouldn't survive. But I desperately didn't want to believe it. Tears

streamed down my face. Why was fate so cruel?

I had finally found a woman I deeply loved, and now God was about to snatch her away. I

was unwilling , unwilling…! My tears dripped onto her delicate face. Yuanyuan looked at

me with half-open eyes, and just as she opened her mouth to speak, a large amount of blood gushed from it.

I put my ear close to her mouth and heard her utter a few broken words: "I…love…you

…" Then she closed her eyes forever.

"Ah…" I cried out to the heavens, all sorts of emotions surging into my heart. Scenes of Yuanyuan and me flashed before my eyes:

on the mountain, downstairs at the hospital, under the streetlight in front of her house, on the train… scene after scene

blurred my vision with tears. All of this was about to disappear forever!

A week later, after Yuanyuan's memorial service, I personally buried her in the martyrs' cemetery. The captain

told me that the assassin who killed the female prisoner was sent by a drug kingpin from the Yunnan border. The

female prisoner was that drug kingpin's wife. She had been arrested for alleged fraud, but the drug kingpin

feared she would reveal the secrets of his drug cartel. So he sent someone to kill her to silence her.

In fact, the female prisoner had never revealed anything about her husband's drug dealing to the police,

not even after being sentenced to twelve years in prison for fraud. It wasn't until the assassin arrived that she

despaired of her husband and told the police everything… Two months later, my injuries had healed, and I went

to the director's office to submit an application.

A month later, I embarked on my journey to Yunnan; I was about to become a narcotics officer…

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