Chapter 122 This woman is deadly!

Her gaze fell on the bottle of amber-colored essential oil.

"You, lie down," she commanded.

Zhao Wenchang glanced at her but didn't refute her. He did as she asked, unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well-defined back, and lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Jiang Wanqiu poured some essential oil into her palm, rubbed it to warm it, and then placed her warm palms on his broad shoulders.

The man's taut muscles stiffened slightly the moment she touched him.

The essential oil has a rich rose scent, much more overpowering than the smell of candles, and it enters the nasal cavity almost instantly.

Zhao Wenchang frowned. This smelled too strong, like a woman's.

But as the woman's soft little hands gently kneaded his back, a strange sensation began to rise from his tailbone.

His mind felt as if it were covered by something, becoming heavy and confused.

But the senses of the body became clearer than ever before, and were even magnified countless times.

Every time the woman rubbed him, every inch of his skin touched, it was like a tiny electric current coursing through his body from her fingertips, causing the blood in his veins to surge and roar uncontrollably.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

"A little lower..."

Jiang Wanqiu was completely unaware of the man's unusual behavior. She was still engrossed in her "product testing" and directed him to turn over.

She poured some more essential oil, and her slender fingers, carrying that cloying fragrance, began to circle his muscular chest.

Zhao Wenchang's eyes were already red. He stared intently at the ceiling, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

It won't work.

If she keeps touching him like that, someone will surely die!

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the woman's wrist, which was still burning his chest.

"Oh dear!" Jiang Wanqiu was startled and stopped what she was doing. "What's wrong? Am I pressing on something that doesn't feel right?"

She looked at him nervously; the man's expression was frighteningly tense.

Zhao Wenchang, panting heavily, squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Stop pressing!"

"Why? Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Wanqiu panicked a little. Could this essential oil have side effects?

Looking at her innocent and worried little face, Zhao Wenchang suddenly chuckled softly.

He rolled over and pinned her down, his hot breath spraying all over her face.

I'm afraid...you might die tonight!

Jiang Wanqiu's heart was pounding. She knew this man was serious, but she hadn't finished her "product testing" yet!

Seeing the man's rough hands starting to tear at her clothes, she quickly reached out to block his hard chest: "You...you get up first!"

"I can't get up."

"How could you be like this!" Jiang Wanqiu thought for a moment and decided to retreat in order to advance.

She deliberately turned her face away, sniffling pitifully, "I knew it! You don't care about me at all! You're not even willing to cooperate with my work, all you think about is... you only think about doing that kind of thing!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang paused, and the veins on his forehead throbbed twice.

This woman! She's a real killer!

She started the fire herself, but now she's turning the tables and making it seem like he's in the wrong.

Looking at her delicate, tearful appearance, Zhao Wenchang really had no way to deal with her.

“You…” He gritted his teeth, managing to utter a single word after a long pause.

Seeing that he had stopped moving, Jiang Wanqiu grew bolder. She raised her wet eyes and looked at him, asking righteously, "What? Don't you even have this much self-control? You say you look down on these things, but I think you just can't resist them! I'm afraid that if other women use the same tricks on you, you'll obediently follow them!"

Zhao Wenchang was speechless, his head buzzing.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the sweet-smelling air, and when he opened them again, the redness in his eyes had faded somewhat, leaving only a thick, almost suffocating possessiveness.

"Fine." He propped himself up, but still kept her beneath him, staring down at her. "So, what else do you plan to use?"

Jiang Wanqiu chuckled inwardly, but maintained a serious expression: "Let me see..."

Zhao Wenchang did as instructed without showing any expression, but in his heart he had already cursed that little vixen a thousand times over.

Later, Jiang Wanqiu felt her mind becoming dizzy and confused. She didn't know who surrendered first. In the chaos, Jiang Wanqiu felt a pain in her neck and subconsciously opened her mouth, leaving a retaliatory mark on his neck.

The air inside was completely transformed into waves of scorching heat by the rich scent of roses and sweet fruit.

The fragrance seemed to come alive, seeping into their very bones and burning away all reason, leaving only their most primal instincts.

In the end, even Jiang Wanqiu herself didn't know whether she was influenced by the aromatherapy oil or completely bewitched by the man's hot aura...

The next day, dawn broke.

As Zhao Wenchang regained his senses, he felt an intense, pleasant soreness throughout his body. He lowered his eyes, intending to hold the woman sleeping like a little pig in his arms even tighter, when he was kicked off the bed.

"Go write your reflections!" Jiang Wanqiu was wrapped in a blanket, only revealing a sleepy but still stunningly beautiful face, her voice hoarse from the night before.

Otherwise, if she doesn't write anything down in the end, wouldn't all her efforts have been for nothing?

Zhao Wenchang: "..."

Half an hour later, Zhao Wenchang stood on the training field with a stern expression.

Despite standing ramrod straight and exuding an aura of authority, he still couldn't block the various gazes directed at him from all directions.

There was curiosity, there was exploration, but more than anything, there was naked envy.

Who doesn't know that Battalion Commander Zhao married the most beautiful and capable wife in the entire military region?

Then look at that purplish-red teeth mark on his neck, which couldn't be hidden even by the collar of his military shirt. It was so conspicuous!

These aren't teeth marks, they're clearly badges of honor to show off!

Company Commander Zhang from the next battalion came over, winking and grinning, "Old Zhao, you're something else! The fighting was fierce last night! Your wife is just too...doting on you!"

Zhao Wenchang gave him a cold look and then kicked him.

"Get lost! If you're envious, go find your own wife!"

Company Commander Zhang nimbly dodged the attack, showing no anger, and continued to smile broadly.

Who wouldn't want their wife to be as beautiful and bold as Jiang Wanqiu? That would make life truly enjoyable!

On the other hand, when Le Yunyun came to find Jiang Wanqiu, she was still fast asleep in bed.

"Late Autumn? Late Autumn?" Le Yunyun called out twice from the doorway.

After a long while, Jiang Wanqiu finally responded groggily.

Le Yunyun pushed open the door and saw Jiang Wanqiu struggling to sit up from under the covers, wearing a shirt casually draped over her shoulders. Two buttons of the shirt were undone, revealing her fair shoulders, on which there was a clear tooth mark.

Coupled with the ambiguous marks all over her body, Le Yunyun, a young virgin, blushed instantly and quickly looked away.

"Um... I just came to see how Battalion Commander Zhao's trial run went yesterday?"

Jiang Wanqiu yawned, lazily raised her slender arm, and pointed to the desk at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed): "Look, all the things he wrote are there. Take a look for yourself."

Le Yunyun walked over as instructed, and Jiang Wanqiu slowly began to put on her clothes.

"By the way, Yunyun, I might not have time to work with you these next few days. The New Year is coming soon, and I need to find some time to practice my performance on stage."

"It's alright, it's alright, you go about your business." Le Yunyun picked up the sheet of paper on the table that was covered with writing and looked down at it.

A faint blush rose on her cheeks after just one glance.

Zhao Wenchang's calligraphy is bold and unrestrained, just like the man himself, full of vigor. But the content he writes is... far too direct!

The descriptions of things like "the smell is domineering, making one's blood boil" and "the body is out of control, and the senses are amplified several times over," along with the later details, directly record a man's most primal reactions.

These words were way beyond Yue Yunyun's level!

She felt like she was holding a hot potato, her face turning so red it was almost bleeding.

“Yes, with these, there’s no problem!” Le Yunyun put down the paper, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and then said, “If you want to practice, go to the auditorium. Everyone goes there. It’s a big place and it’s lively.”

Seeing that Jiang Wanqiu had already changed her clothes and was holding something wrapped in cloth, she asked curiously, "By the way, Wanqiu, what kind of show are you performing in this year?"

"A violin solo." Jiang Wanqiu smiled.

"A violin?" Yue Yunyun's eyes lit up instantly. "My goodness, Wanqiu, you have such great taste! There are probably very few people in the entire performing arts troupe who can play this foreign instrument, right? You're definitely going to be the winner of this year's performance!"

"Don't flatter me." Jiang Wanqiu was a little embarrassed by her praise.

The auditorium was bustling with activity as the New Year approached, with people singing, dancing, and rehearsing skits, each occupying a corner.

Jiang Wanqiu found a relatively quiet corner, took out her violin from her cloth bag, and slung it over her shoulder.

When she tried to pull the strings and the first note flowed out, the entire auditorium seemed to be paused.

That melodious tune, tinged with a hint of melancholy, seemed to have grown wings and entered everyone's ears.

For those accustomed to the sounds of gongs, drums, and erhu, this sound was novel and pleasant, possessing an indescribable magic.

Almost everyone stopped what they were doing and looked toward that corner.

Even Le Bai, who was in the center of the stage acting opposite Bai Weiwei, was completely drawn to the sudden sound of the violin. He stared straight at the figure playing the violin and momentarily forgot his lines.

Seeing this, Bai Weiwei's anger flared up instantly, and she reached out and gave Le Bai's arm a light pinch.

"Hey, what are you looking at! You're totally lost in thought! It's your turn to speak!"

Le Bai winced in pain, then seemed to snap out of her daze. However, she didn't respond to her words. Instead, she frowned and said in a distant tone, "We've been here for almost an hour. It's time to let others have a turn."

These words only made things worse. As soon as they left her mouth, Bai Weiwei's face fell, and her eyebrows shot up: "Who are you going to give it to? Le Bai, get this straight, this stage isn't anyone's property, and it's not up to whoever gets there first! Besides, I'm the pillar of the troupe, and I'm already giving you a lot of face by taking you, the newcomer, to rehearse. Don't always look so unwilling!"

Upon hearing this, Le Bai frowned even more, a hint of impatience appearing on his handsome face: "I didn't beg you to take me."