Chapter 23: Embarrassing!

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  Zhang Xinghan carried his luggage and followed Du Qianxue out of the office building.

  At this time, Zhang Xinghan's rifle could no longer be carried. Two days ago, Zhang Xinghan had entrusted General Zhao Dengyu to take it back and hand it over to Squad Leader Zhao Heita for use in fighting the devils.

  The luggage was very simple, only two sets of military uniforms for changing, one of which was given to him by General Zhao Dengyu before he left.

  Apart from the administrative office building, a Ford sedan had been waiting at the entrance for some time.

  Du Qianxue didn't say a word, but instead walked straight to the car, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. Zhang Xinghan was stunned, this woman is quite capable, she can actually drive a car, which should be quite rare during the Republic of China era, especially on the eve of the outbreak of the war of resistance.

  "Hey! Are you going or not?" Du Qianshu said with some dissatisfaction as she looked at Zhang Xinghan standing there.

  "Go! Of course, go!" Zhang Xinghan said, taking big strides forward, opening the car door with one hand and getting in. He had already clearly felt that apart from himself, this little girl in front of him seemed to be not too enthusiastic about him.

  Since that's the case, there's no need to be constrained either. After all, she is her own personal bodyguard. No matter what, at least she has to safely escort herself to Nanjing, this is a must, otherwise she won't have any way to report back to Shang Feng.

  Zhang Xinghan sat down and suddenly pulled the car door shut with a loud bang.

  As for Zhang Xinghan's actions, Du Qianshuai didn't react much, but instead started the car with a cold expression, and then stepped on the accelerator, the sedan roaring as it sped away.

  Contrary to Zhang Xinghan's expectations, Du Qianxue did not take him directly to Baoding Railway Station, but instead drove him in a circuitous route to the southwest of Baoding City, and the two arrived at an inn called Brought Lucky Guest House.

  Du Qianxue said to Zhang Xinghan after extinguishing the fire: "Get off the car!"

  "What's going on?" Zhang Xinghan asked with a wary expression.

  "Change clothes!" Du Qianshu said coldly.

  "Ah!" Zhang Xinghan nodded and got off the car with his luggage. Indeed, changing clothes was necessary. If both of them wore military uniforms, it would be very inconvenient on the way.

  Entering the inn, Du Qiansheng led Zhang Xinghan upstairs with ease.

  It seems this is their temporary foothold. Zhang Xinghan thought to himself.

  Soon, the two arrived in front of a guest room on the second floor. Du Qianxue took out a key from her military uniform pocket and opened the door with ease.

  Then, the two of them went in. After entering, Du Qianxue slammed the door shut and locked it, raised her hand to look at the watch on her wrist, and then said to Zhang Xinghan: "Time is running out, hurry up and change your clothes! The clothes are under the table, all new ones."

  "Here?" Zhang Xinghan looked around at the small hotel room that was less than twenty square meters in size, and then looked at Du Qianshuo with some embarrassment.

  "Hurry up!" Du Qianxue turned around and urged upon hearing this.

  "Excuse me, Miss Du, could you step out for a moment?" With such a beauty standing beside him, he really couldn't focus on changing his clothes.

  "Hmph! Stop being so full of yourself, who'd even bother to look at you!" Du Qianshuang snorted coldly and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

  Zhang Xinghan looked at the door that Du Qianxue had slammed open and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. As a six-foot-tall man, he was actually being bullied by this little girl, it was truly inexplicable.

  But for now, I still need to get along with this Officer Du, after all, when I go to Nanjing, I'll still need her to pave the way.

  Zhang Xinghan suppressed the fire in his heart, walked over, gently closed the door, and immediately began to "quickly" change clothes.

  Outside the house, Du Qianxue waited for a full minute, but Zhang Xinghan still didn't come out. She couldn't help but frown and say: "This guy is so slow, I really can't believe it, he's actually the anti-Japanese hero who shot down the Japanese general among thousands of soldiers! He's just an ordinary man."

  Just then, the door opened suddenly, and Zhang Xinghan had changed into the clothes Du Qianshuo had prepared for him - a typical Republic of China young master's attire: a black jacket with seven buttons on top of a white shirt, black Western-style trousers, brand new leather shoes, and a complete set of accessories.

  Zhang Xinghan put on this outfit, and he was literally a different person. The moment he opened the door, Du Qianshuo, who appeared cold as ice but was actually generous and gentle inside, felt a sense of astonishment.

  But this feeling only lasted for a moment, because she saw Zhang Xinghan's hair was wet and his right hand was holding a pink towel-like object to wipe his head.

  Seeing this scene, Du Qianxue almost went mad, but she still forced herself to ask: "What were you just doing?"

  Feeling the chill in Du Qianxue's tone, Zhang Xinghan couldn't help but shiver. He then said nonchalantly, "Oh, I just took a bath earlier. You know how it is when you're on the battlefield for months at a time and can't take a shower - your body gets infested with lice."

  "What's that in your hand?" Du Qianshuo almost spat out the words, her face already changing color, two red flushes rising to her cheeks, her chest heaving violently.

  "What? No, nothing... " Zhang Xinghan said, bringing the thing he was using as a towel in his hand to his eyes. This look was not good, and Zhang Xinghan couldn't say anything more.

  Originally, I had searched the entire room and couldn't find a suitable towel. Finally, I found this thing in a wooden cabinet at the head of the bed. At that time, my hair was all wet, and I wasn't paying attention, so I didn't see clearly what I picked up. I just felt it was soft, absorbent, comfortable to wipe with, and had an enticing subtle fragrance.

  But at this sight, Zhang Xinghan's face stiffened for a moment, and what he was holding in his hand was not something else, but a pink camisole, also known as a belly warmer, which was an intimate inner garment of ancient women.

  Although at this time the bra had become popular in Europe and North America, in the distant and backward East, even among wealthy upper-class families, few people wore bras, and most still followed the ancient Chinese tradition of wearing a bellyband or vest.

  It's obvious that Du Qianxue is such a person. Zhang Xinghan looked at Du Qianxue's phoenix eyes, which were about to spit out fire, and couldn't help but shiver. He hastily handed over the belly warmer in his hand and said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't know this was..."

  If eyes could kill, Zhang Xinghan would have been dead a thousand times by now.

  Du Qianxue's face turned iron-green, panting heavily as she slowly took over the apron, gritting her teeth and saying word by word: "If you weren't a student handpicked by the principal, if it wasn't for your past merits on the front lines, benefiting the nation... Do you know? I want to kill you right now."

  Zhang Xinghan was shocked and hurriedly walked out, awkwardly smiling: "Miss Du, you'd better change your clothes quickly! We still have to hit the road later!" After finishing speaking, he turned his head and no longer looked at Du Qianshuang's cold and deadly gaze.

  Du Qianxue didn't say a word and walked heavily into the room.