Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 37 Wrap Her in His Arms



Chapter 37 Wrap Her in His Arms

At the sight of Lilian’s fine-drawn body and silky-smooth skin, those men lost their minds in a flash.

“Please, get off me! If you want to screw Matt's woman, I can help you, I can take her...”

She struggled feebly when these men got their hands on her in turns.

The empty factory building was filled with laughter, low cries and filthy shouts of men.

Lilian, like a stranded fish, lay there motionlessly with her dying breath.

Slap! Slap! Slap! A couple of resounding slaps landed on her face, making her see stars.

“Scream out, bitch! Pretending to be a virgin? Don’t be ridiculous!”

She bit her lips so hard, trying not to make that sound.

Taking off his belt, the man began to whip her body heavily.

Feeling a fit of burning pains, she curled up miserably and cried, “Don’t hurt me, please. I’ll do what you

tell me!”

Slap! Another resounding slap landed on her face.

“Stop crying! Give me a smile!”

What he said aroused a blast of guffaw amidst endless obscenities.

“Hahaha, my life is well spent even if I’ll be killed for screwing Matt's woman.”

Those men forced her to make obscene poses in front of the camera, and even forced her to smile like

a slut.

After the video was shot, they handed it over to their chief with both hands. However, when he saw the

woman from the video, he gave that man a resounding slap in the face.

“You got the wrong woman, dummy!”

“It's impossible. I saw her as she came out of Matt's manor with my own eyes, and she wanted to order

a dress that matches with Matt Snider's suit.”

“Take this woman out and shoot her!”

That man made a gesture of kill to his men downstairs at once.

As Lilian used to stay in the military camp, she knew what the gesture meant. At the point, she yelled at

them, “Don’t kill me. I can help you!”

However, those men covered her mouth and dragged her out mercilessly.

“Stop it!”

The man wearing a monster mask came up slowly, crouching down and lifting up her chin, “What is

your relationship to Matt Snider?”

At the moment, a strong survival instinct drove Lilian to abandon all her sense and dignity. She begged

for mercy, “I used to study with him under the same tutor.”

That man pursed his lips, “Are you the daughter of Frederick Tucker?”

Lilian felt something was going badly. How could he know her father?

“Hahaha, now I believe you’ll help me.”

He shook the camera in front of her face, “Don’t worry. If you follow my instructions, I’ll destroy this

video, or I’ll upload it online, so that all the people can enjoy how debauched the daughter of the

president of the senate is.”

Lilian covered her mouth and cried sadly, “I promise you. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“Good, Miss Tucker. I hope we’ll work well together.”

An evil expression crept on Lilian's face, “I can help you lure Matt’s woman out, then you can use her to

threaten Matt...”

The man gave her a cold stare, with that look on his face which seemed to say, would I need you stupid

woman to tell me what to do?

Early evening, Matt came back from the barracks. He's also got a swarm of stylists behind him.

Winona just came out of the shower in her home clothes. When she saw these people, she just

seemed confused.

“Hello, Mrs. Snider!” they bowed.

Matt quickly went upstairs and blocked their view. “Why are you dressing up like that?” he told her off in

a low voice.

“Because I just took a shower.”

What’s more, she had worn clothes, hadn't she?

“From now on, you are not allowed to dress like this at home. You must wear your underwear.”

“…”

In the end, he carried her into the bedroom in his arms.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’m measuring your size.”

“You rascal!”

“Well, the size of the dress is just fine.” said he with an important air.

“Well, you’ve ordered dresses for me many times. Still need to measure my size? Who are you

kidding?”

He chuckled, “I’m kidding you.”

Wrapping her into his arms tightly, he said, “You’re seducing me.”

What? She just didn’t wear the underwear after taking a shower.

She couldn’t help laughing and said, “Matt, how could you get tempted so easily? Who the hell said

that you are not interested in woman? He's lying through his teeth!”

Since they’d been together long enough, she learned to speak crudely as well.

“Shit! I just cannot resist your fucking temptation. When it comes to other women, I won’t even look at

them.”

Though it was a rude and superficial sentence, she was flattered, as she could feel his affection for her.

Later, Karen brought in a gown. It was a red off-shoulder dress. Though its design was simple, the

dress, particularly the glittering diamonds dotted on the collar, looked elegant and luxurious.

“It's so beautiful. I like it, Matt.” She turned around and gave him a charming smile, which drove him

crazy.

He punned, “I’ve always had a good taste.”

Just trying to help Winona put on the dress, Karen sensed a chilly stare behind her. “Oh, I forgot to take

care of the porridge.” she said, vanishing from the room very fast.

Satisfied, Matt stood up to zip up her dress.

She turned around and made an elegant pose, “How do I look?”

His eyes beamed with even more fascination. At the moment, she just looked like a fairy who

descended into the earthly world, elegant and noble, charming but not sensual. It seemed as if

everything on earth was just a foil for her, and even flowers were outshone in front of her.

Breathlessly, a tent started to rise between his legs out of control. Wrapping her into his arms, he Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

kissed her on her red lips intensely...

“Don’t do that... The stylists are waiting outside...” She leaned against him feebly,

“What will it matter if they wait for a while? I paid good money for these.”

As a flirt master, Matt was very good at titillating her. In the end, she even couldn’t figure out who made

the first move. It seemed that not only her body, but her heart had been sunk into Matt’s wild but gentle

offensive.


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