Yang Fei said slowly, "What you said, I do not oppose. This is the sacred mission of a soldier."

"But every single soldier in Evil Dragon treads the fine line between blood and fire, ready to sacrifice for the country at any moment, and each one of them is prepared for that sacrifice."

"Hence, we cherish life more than anyone else. We cherish everything that life gives us."

"As long as it doesn't violate the principles of discipline, I enjoy appreciating beautiful women. What's wrong with that?"

"Bah, that's just sophistry!"

Liang Jiayi felt a bit uneasy under Yang Fei's gleaming gaze.

She listened to this guy justify his rogue behavior in such an honest and straightforward manner.

Liang Jiayi's nerves were completely frayed.

This scoundrel's shamelessness had truly reached a new realm.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, with tears streaming down his face.

However, his eyes shimmered with loneliness and sorrow, as if recalling some painful past incident.

For some reason, this look made Liang Jiayi unable to face him directly, and her heart ached in sadness.

Yang Fei laughed as he said, "People like you will never understand the life and mindset of a warrior."

"Those brothers who walk the edge between life and death, some of them have never even held a woman's hand before resting forever on the border."

He restrained his laughter, and his eyes brimmed with deep melancholy.

"I once read an article about a young and beautiful female military journalist who interviewed soldiers at a frontier post over three thousand meters high."

"The most extravagant request a squad of soldiers had wasn't for promotions or wealth, but simply to gently embrace the female journalist and feel the presence of the opposite sex."

Yang Fei looked at Liang Jiayi calmly: "Tell me, were these soldiers being rogue?"

Liang Jiayi was left speechless.

Her eyes turned red, and the sadness in her heart became overwhelming.

Yang Fei finished speaking, drew out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Amongst the smoke, his figure appeared particularly lonely.

"My comrades have already sacrificed themselves. I no longer have a rank or identity, but in my heart, I am still a soldier."

"As long as my country needs me, I am still willing to charge forward and shed blood."

"From now on, don't discuss how a soldier should live in front of me, because you don't understand."

Liang Jiayi listened to Yang Fei's words in a daze, looking at his lonely and forlorn figure.

Her heart ached, and tears silently fell.

Liang Jiayi thought of her brother.

In this world of glitz and glamour, where people indulge in peace and prosperity,

how many understand the soldiers standing guard at the border, contributing silently?

Let alone understanding the Special Forces Kings in the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team, who often undertake extremely dangerous tasks and could sacrifice for the country at any moment.

Yang Fei, caught in the moment, revealed his true feelings.

Seeing Liang Jiayi cry, he felt a bit apologetic.

He reached out to wipe the tears off Liang Jiayi's face, as if comforting a child.

"Don't cry, your makeup will smear, and you won't look beautiful. I was just rambling, don't take it to heart."

"Bah, I'm not crying. I'm proud of my brother."

Liang Jiayi held back her tears but didn't avoid Yang Fei's hand.

She let his warm hand wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

As they talked, the second dance ended.

Sister Xue, with a blush on her face, stepped off the stage, grabbed a cup of ice water, and drank it in one go.

She glanced regretfully at Yang Fei and sighed, "Brother Fei, you should be nicer to Jiayi."

"She even stopped dancing for you. Look at how many men invite Jiayi to dance?"

"Sister Xue, you're talking nonsense. I'm just not feeling well and don't want to dance."

Liang Jiayi pinched Sister Xue in embarrassment, avoiding Yang Fei's gaze.

The music slid through a few scales like water, and the classic song "Fairytale" began to play.

The beautiful music flowed smoothly like silk, like a clear spring, melding into everyone's hearts.

Liang Jiayi's heart tingled a bit.

This classic Rumba tune was her favorite.

However, she glanced at Yang Fei, sighed imperceptibly,

and her expression turned a bit somber.

At that moment, the well-dressed Fang Tang approached Liang Jiayi and bowed deeply.

With a gentlemanly demeanor, he said, "Jiayi, may I invite you for a dance?"

Everyone knew that Fang Tang was Liang Jiayi's boyfriend.

But this pairing of perfect looks and talents was disrupted by the hotel's odd-job man, Yang Fei.

So, Fang Tang's invitation to Liang Jiayi for a dance immediately drew everyone's attention.

Liang Jiayi didn't even look at Fang Tang's hand or spare him a glance.

She lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well. Please invite someone else to dance."

Her voice was soft and gentle.

But to Fang Tang's ears, it was like the sharpest knife stabbing his heart.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with explosive anger.

"You finally refused me. Haha, and it's for this lowly hotel odd-job man?"

"For an idiot who can't even tell the difference between a Rumba and a Cha-Cha, you actually refused me?"

"Fang Tang, watch your tone and manner. I refused you, and it has nothing to do with Yang Fei."

Liang Jiayi glared angrily, her eyes full of inviolable dignity.

Jealousy burned in Fang Tang's heart.

He shouted uncontrollably, "Do you know how much effort I put in to learn the Rumba and Cha-Cha for you?

"When I could finally keep up with your dance steps, you rejected me for this bumpkin?"

"Stupid bastard."

Yang Fei swore.

He disdainfully pulled Liang Jiayi to his side, glaring coldly at Fang Tang.

"So what if you know how to dance? Does that make you a noble? Does that make you better?"

"Jiayi said she doesn't like you, so get lost!"

All the guests were watching.

To the gentlemen and ladies, this farce was undoubtedly an entertaining show.

Fang Tang laughed, lifting his head high.

He provocatively looked at Yang Fei, "If you're so tough, then dance with Jiayi."

"What kind of man makes his woman unhappy?"

Yang Fei frowned, lost in thought.

Liang Jiayi cried out, "Fang Tang, what does it matter to you if I dance or not? I like talking to Brother Fei. What's it to you?"

The usually gentle and understanding Liang Jiayi rarely lost her temper, but she did this time to protect Yang Fei.

Fang Tang laughed sarcastically.

He looked maliciously at Yang Fei, "Jiayi, I think it's not that you don't want to dance, but this bumpkin doesn't know how, right?"

He seemed to have regained his dignity, saying calmly, "I can understand. An odd-job man at a hotel, wouldn't have much education, let alone etiquette."

"It's normal for such lower-class people not to know how to dance, Jiayi. I just feel sorry for you."

"Shut up!"

Liang Jiayi screamed in anger.

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