047 At a Disadvantage
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The scene before him was tinged with a certain ambiguity.
In terms of beauty, Eliza surpassed any woman Li Changjiang had ever encountered, including Meng Yao. Hers was a rare and exquisite beauty found only in the North African Arab white population.
Eliza’s eyebrows were thick but not coarse, her face bore the angularity common among Arab women, yet hers was more refined. As for her figure—
Li Changjiang scarcely dared to look directly.
“Eliza—”
“Hey, Eliza—”
Seeing this beautiful woman beside him lean in closer, Li Changjiang grew anxious. He had never been in such a situation before; he would blush just speaking to a girl.
He tried to reach out, but found his left arm numb and without feeling. He had no idea that the wound on his arm was infected and still healing. Meanwhile, Eliza held his right hand firmly against her abdomen.
He couldn’t fathom how this dazzling woman possessed such strength.
His breathing grew rapid, his face flushing red. Observing his reaction, Eliza became bolder. Her hand, which had been resting on the silk, slowly released its grip. When Li Changjiang finally pulled his hand free, he saw that Eliza’s upper body was exposed, and she pressed herself against his chest.
Eliza’s lips were cool to the touch.
There was a moistness, a hint of jasmine fragrance. As he inhaled, Li Changjiang’s mind went blank.
Men are creatures ruled by their senses.
Eliza’s teasing stirred him, and though inexperienced, Li Changjiang’s hormones surged. Yet suddenly, a shadow flashed through his mind, dousing him like cold water and bringing him back to clarity.
His freed right hand pushed forward, encountering softness.
Even if he’d never tasted pork, he’d seen pigs run; no matter how naïve, Li Changjiang knew what his hand touched.
He reacted as if electrocuted; that primitive stirring vanished. Sensing the change in the man beneath her, Eliza cast him a frustrated glance, then wrapped her shawl around herself and silently stepped to the other side of the room.
The passion subsided.
Li Changjiang’s mind cleared, yet he avoided Eliza’s gaze.
“What the hell have I done?” he cursed inwardly.
“Hey, Eliza, I’m sorry!”
“Hmph? You Chinese are truly strange. Am I not beautiful?”
“Of course, Eliza, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Li Changjiang considered his words carefully.
He failed to notice the fleeting cunning that crossed Eliza’s lips as he spoke.
Eliza was indeed drawn to Li Changjiang.
This Chinese man was unlike any she’d met. Though she could tell he was young, he was already a man, wasn’t he? And yet, it seemed he had never experienced intimacy—a fact she found hard to believe.
Such innocence was unimaginable in Britain.
Heavens!
Unbelievable.
Without question, Li Changjiang’s prowess on the battlefield had utterly captivated Eliza. Women are always attracted to powerful men—it seems almost instinctual.
Eliza did not possess a devout religious faith; in truth, she craved freedom. For her, Allah was merely a conceptual and spoken term.
Thus, she was ill-suited for Libya, a country riddled with contradictions and violence. This was why she had traveled to Cambridge in England. Such behavior was considered rebellious, even heretical, in Libya, a land filled with devout believers.
The outcome was inevitable.
For the sake of her family, Eliza had to return, willingly becoming a member of the Silver Eagle Guard.
Strictly speaking, the Silver Eagle Guard was not a true military force, but rather a security unit—essentially the armed force of the Gaddafi family. The female bodyguards reported by the media were selected from among them.
“Men only say pleasant things, but you are different.”
Her words left Li Changjiang flustered. He hadn’t expected such a situation. An affair is well and good, but if it happens at an inappropriate time and place, it becomes problematic.
Khamis’s fate was uncertain, and the Libyans seemed indifferent to them. Apart from the occasional delivery of food, no one came by.
If not for the tightly closed doors and windows, Li Changjiang could almost believe this was not a prison.
“Where is Khamis?”
Li Changjiang scrutinized Eliza, sensing an odd feeling that Khamis was secretly watching everything.
Indeed.
Upon hearing his question, Eliza’s expression grew unnatural.
After a long pause, the door that had remained closed suddenly opened.
“How did you know?” she asked, lips pressed together.
Eliza stared into Li Changjiang's eyes.
It was hard for Li Changjiang to believe that the woman who now looked at him with coldness had so recently been intimate with him.
Was it all a lie?
If so, it was truly frightening.
“Intuition.”
He uttered mechanically, and before he could react, footsteps sounded. A squad of fully armed Libyan soldiers stormed into the room. Soon after, someone wheeled in a chair, and on it sat the grinning Khamis.
Damn it!
Bastard!
“Fuck! Khamis, is this how you treat your friend and savior?”
Li Changjiang’s gaze was icy.
Were it not for the fact that he was surrounded by Khamis’s men, he might have lunged at the scoundrel. The bastard had kept him locked up for half a month.
He tore off the IV from his arm, his legs unsteady, but soon noticed sensation returning to his left arm and back.
No doubt, this was the work of these bastards.
Fuck!
“Hey! Calm down, buddy.”
“Calm down? You want me to calm down? Damn it, fuck!”
Seeing Li Changjiang suddenly lose control, Khamis’s expression shifted. He glared coldly at Eliza, nodded, and the masked guards immediately rushed in to seize Eliza, twisting her arms behind her.
“Fuck! Khamis, what are you doing?”
“Fuck! Damn it, what are you doing?”
A heavy fist struck him in the back, and Li Changjiang went limp, unable to cry out. Before he collapsed, he vaguely saw someone rush over to catch him.
Everything went black, and he lost consciousness. He didn’t know how much time passed before he awoke again.
This time, the scene before him had completely changed.
He opened his eyes.
Li Changjiang couldn’t help but curse as his first words.
“Damn it, I—!”