Chapter 63 He can be very fierce at this time.

Zhao Wenchang's gaze fell on her rosy lips, and he suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth: "You can even play a foreign instrument like the violin, so do you also know about foreign etiquette?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu's earlier nervousness was immediately replaced by a little bit of pride, and she raised her chin: "Of course."

"Oh?" Zhao Wenchang raised his eyebrows even higher, as if he had set a trap for her. "Then tell me, how do foreign couples say goodbye at their doorstep?"

Jiang Wanqiu's face flushed red instantly.

How to say goodbye? She had seen it all on TV in her past life: women would kiss their husbands' cheeks and gently say, "I'll wait for you to come back."

But... but television is television, and reality is reality.

To ask her to make such intimate gestures in front of this man with burning eyes, who seemed to want to devour her alive, she... she really couldn't do it.

Her eyes darted away, and she stubbornly said, "It's...it's just a normal goodbye, saying goodbye is enough."

Zhao Wenchang stared at her shifty eyes and suddenly smiled. The next second, he reached out his large hand, pinched the soft flesh on her cheek, and tugged at it gently.

“Lying.” He said succinctly, his tone full of certainty.

He pinched the flesh on Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks. It didn't hurt, but she felt both ashamed and angry, and her whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Hey! Let go!" she pleaded incoherently. "I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?!"

Zhao Wenchang then released his grip and waited patiently.

Jiang Wanqiu gritted her teeth, looked at the man's smiling handsome face, steeled her heart, closed her eyes, and quickly leaned in to gently touch his slightly cool, thin lips.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, they part ways in an instant.

All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart, like a drumbeat.

"You...you should come back soon." Her face was flushed, and her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

Before she could finish speaking, her chin was gripped by a large, burning hot hand. Jiang Wanqiu looked up sharply and met a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes.

In a dizzying moment, he pressed her against the door.

The man's kiss descended upon her relentlessly, with an unyielding domineering and predatory force, prying open her lips and teeth, conquering and plundering her territory.

Jiang Wanqiu's mind went completely blank with a "buzz".

Just then, a loud, clear voice rang out from outside the courtyard: "Battalion Commander Zhao! The regiment urgently needs you; the vehicle is waiting outside!"

The two separated abruptly, like startled beasts.

Jiang Wanqiu leaned against the door, her legs weak, her lips swollen and slightly numb from the kisses, and she was panting heavily.

Zhao Wenchang stared at her with an unreadable gaze, raised his hand and rubbed her lips hard with his rough fingertips, his voice hoarse beyond belief.

"Wait," he said, then added, "I'll be back soon."

The tone of his voice made Jiang Wanqiu's legs go even weaker.

However, when Jiang Wanqiu returned that night, it wasn't the man who had been making her uneasy, but a military wife with a worried look on her face.

"Knock knock knock".

When the knocking sounded, Jiang Wanqiu was sitting under the lamp reading a book.

She opened the door and saw two women standing outside. One was a familiar face, Li Yanhong, while the other was completely unfamiliar, with sunken eyes, a haggard expression, and looked several years older than her actual age.

It was Chen Wenwen from the hospital.

Li Yanhong pushed the hesitant Chen Wenwen forward and chimed in, "Wanqiu, Wenwen...she has something she wants you to help her with."

Jiang Wanqiu invited the person into the house and poured two cups of hot water.

Holding the enamel mug, Chen Wenwen was so embarrassed by the thought of what she was going to say that her fingers trembled, and she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

In the end, Li Yanhong couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up for her.

"Well... her husband was seriously injured in his back during a mission, right? He's healed, but... but he's not good in that area..." Li Yanhong said it subtly, but everyone understood what she meant. "After a while, the couple argued every day, and they could hardly make it work!"

Upon hearing Li Yanhong's words, Chen Wenwen recalled all the grievances she had suffered over the years, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Jiang Wanqiu sighed inwardly as she looked at her haggard appearance. In this era, such a thing was indeed a huge deal for a woman.

Without asking any further questions, she got up and went into the bedroom. A moment later, she came out carrying a few things.

A small brown glass bottle, a candle wrapped in a small cardboard box, and a piece of clothing... neatly folded and silky to the touch.

“This bottle is massage oil. You can massage your man’s lower back every night. I’ll draw you the technique,” ​​Jiang Wanqiu pointed to the bottle. “This packet is aromatherapy. Light it in the bedroom; it can calm the nerves and enhance the experience. As for this…”

She handed the dress over.

Chen Wenwen took it, shook it open, and her face instantly turned red.

It was a silk nightgown as thin as a cicada's wing, and it was even openwork, with so little fabric that it couldn't cover anything at all.

"How...how do I wear this?" Chen Wenwen stammered. "Do I...do I have to wear a vest and underwear underneath?"

“No need,” Jiang Wanqiu said calmly. “Wearing just this one piece of clothing is enough.”

"Just... just one?" Chen Wenwen's voice trembled.

"Just one."

Jiang Wanqiu thought for a moment and then took out a few picture books from her bedroom.

Sometime during this time, some daring foreign magazines appeared in the space. The cover bunny girls' poses and expressions were bold and seductive.

Chen Wenwen only glanced at the scantily clad foreign model on the cover before she was so frightened that she waved her hands repeatedly, refusing to accept it no matter what: "No, no, no, this..."

"Let your man take a good look and learn. You should learn too; it teaches women how to serve men," Jiang Wanqiu said very casually.

But Chen Wenwen didn't even dare to look up at it, let alone accept it.

Just then, the curtain at the door was suddenly lifted with a "whoosh".

Zhao Wenchang's tall figure appeared at the door, exuding a chilling aura: "I'm back."

He immediately noticed several women in the room gathered around a bunch of strange things, especially the incredibly thin "cloth" in Chen Wenwen's hand and the colorful picture books in his wife's hand.

Li Yanhong reacted the fastest, coughing suddenly and pulling Chen Wenwen, who was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground, out of the room.

"Well... Wanqiu, we'll be going now! We won't bother you anymore! Oh, right, the money, we agreed to give you the money earlier, sister." Li Yanhong gestured, and Chen Wenwen finally realized what was going on. His hands trembled as he pulled out the money from his pocket. He didn't even dare to count it, just stuffed the extra ten-yuan bills into the woman's hand and ran off. He didn't even have the nerve to say goodbye to the man at the door, and ran away with his head down.

In an instant, only Jiang Wanqiu and Zhao Wenchang remained in the room.

Jiang Wanqiu's face flushed, and she frantically tried to stuff the "evidence" picture books back onto the bedside table.

Zhao Wenchang walked over, stretched out his long arm, and pressed down on her hand. He leaned down with a half-smile, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"What good things are you hiding?" He asked with a half-smile, looking down at the woman. "Let me see if there's anything I can't see."