The door opened, and Feng Mingshu saw Zhou Jinshan. Before she could speak, she caught sight of Li Yanzhong by the window. Her face flushed instantly, and she stammered, "Uncle Li."

Li Yanzhong smiled and said, "I asked Xiao Zhou to chat with me for a while, but it's getting late now, so it's time to go to sleep. You guys go upstairs."

Feng Mingshu was extremely embarrassed when she heard Uncle Li's words. She immediately nodded, said, "Uncle Li, you should go to bed early too," and then turned and went upstairs.

Once they were upstairs and in the bedroom, the door closed. Zhou Jinshan grasped her wrist, looked down at her, and asked, "Ming Shu, are you ready?"

Feng Mingshu's face was burning hot. She didn't answer, but instead reached out and hugged the man's waist, pressing her face against his chest.

Zhou Jinshan's body tensed instantly, his breathing became rapid, he picked her up, took two quick steps to the bedside, put her down, and then leaned over and pressed down on her.

"etc--"

Feng Mingshu quickly covered his mouth, her cheeks flushed: "Go wash again, you need to wash down there too."

Zhou Jinshan was stunned for a moment, then understood, chuckled softly, "Wait for me," and got up to go to the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, which was just a door away.

Feng Mingshu's face burned even hotter, but she still bit her lip and took off her clothes, preparing to change into a nightgown.

But halfway through, her expression changed, and she eventually changed into a full set of pajamas.

A few minutes later, Zhou Jinshan emerged, still damp, wearing only a white vest and military green shorts, revealing his well-defined muscles.

Feng Mingshu's ears burned, and she quickly turned around, handing the men's pajamas she was holding to her back: "Put these on."

The man walked up behind her, but instead of taking the clothes, he put his arm around her, gently bit her blushing earlobe, and said in a low, husky voice, "Putting them on and taking them off is too much trouble."

Feng Mingshu shuddered as he bit her, and at the same time felt a surge of heat. She became a little anxious, covered her ears, turned around, and looked up to say, "Not today, I'm on my period."

Looking at the little girl in front of him, whose face was flushed red, it took Zhou Jinshan a long time to understand what she meant, and he felt powerless for a moment.

Seeing that he was silent, Feng Mingshu thought he was angry, so she bit her lip and explained, "I didn't mean to mess with you. There were still four or five days left, but somehow it came early."

Seeing that the little girl had bitten her lips so hard that there were teeth marks, Zhou Jinshan lifted her face and used his fingertips to wipe the teeth marks away: "Don't bite next time, it's almost broken."

"You're not angry anymore?" Feng Mingshu was still a little uneasy, unaware that her eyes were faintly red.

She didn't do it on purpose; it's just that her eyes would redden whenever she was anxious or upset. Perhaps it's because her skin is so fair and thin that her emotional changes would show.

Zhou Jinshan's heart softened, and he picked her up, put her on the bed, and pulled the blanket over her: "I'm not angry, go to sleep."

"And what about you?" Feng Mingshu reached out from under the covers and took his hand, asking.

"You don't want me to leave?" Zhou Jinshan asked with a slight smile.

Feng Mingshu's face flushed again, and she said in a low voice, "You just came up and then went down again. Uncle Li will overthink it."

Zhou Jinshan didn't care about her reason for keeping him, he just stared at her and asked, "Are you planning to give me half the bed and half the blanket?"

Feng Mingshu nodded and then shook his head: "I'll give you half of the bed. There are clean blankets in the closet, take them out and use them."

Zhou Jinshan glanced at the brocade quilt covering her: "This quilt is big enough, you don't need to bring any more."

Feng Mingshu immediately pulled the blanket over herself, blushing, and said, "I have a bad sleeping posture, and I tend to roll the blanket away during the night."

Looking at the little girl who was wrapped in the blanket with only her rosy face showing, Zhou Jinshan's blood began to surge again. He restrained himself and lowered his head to kiss her forehead: "Okay, whatever you say."

After saying that, he got up, opened the cabinet, took out a quilt, unfolded it, and lay down on the bed. He then smelled a light fragrance.

It smelled like flowers, and also like a warm fragrance; he couldn't help but trace its source.

Seeing the man move away from her, Feng Mingshu couldn't help but feel nervous. She grabbed the blanket and said, "It's late, let's turn off the light and go to sleep. The switch is on your side."

"Okay." Zhou Jinshan agreed, raised his hand to turn off the light, and the room went dark.

Gradually, some light could be seen again; it was moonlight shining through the gauze curtains.

Zhou Jinshan turned his head and saw the little girl sleeping on her back, breathing lightly, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

He watched her intently, and finally, after half a minute, the eyes opened. The little girl said with dissatisfaction, "I can't sleep if you keep staring at me like that."

“Then let’s talk,” Zhou Jinshan said, smiling at her.

"Aren't you tired? You've been tossed around at sea for so many days." Feng Mingshu was genuinely puzzled, and she couldn't help but yawn.

Seeing that she was sleepy, Zhou Jinshan sighed inwardly and reached out to pat her through the blanket: "Then you go to sleep, I won't look at you."

Feng Mingshu was really sleepy, so upon hearing this, she turned her back, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

She soon fell asleep, her breathing becoming long and even, unaware that the man on the other side was unable to fall asleep for a long time.

As he smelled the faint fragrance, his body, like the sea during this sea training, rose and fell endlessly.

For a moment, he was unsure whether leaving the guest room and coming to this bedroom was the right thing to do.

But he knew that no matter how many times he had to come back, as long as his little girl came downstairs to find him, he would follow her here and endure this torment.

After midnight, the torment finally made him sleepy, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

He dreamt of fragrant flowers, and a little girl clinging to him; his body stirred with desire once more…

He opened his eyes and found that his arms were empty. His little girl had quietly gotten out of bed, and Zhou Jinshan sat up and asked, "Why are you up so early?"

Startled by his voice, Feng Mingshu quickly clutched the cushion in her hands: "I've had enough sleep and need to wash up. You can continue sleeping."

But as soon as she finished speaking, the lights in the room snapped on, revealing the red-stained mat in her hand.

Her face flushed instantly. She rushed into the bathroom, closed the door, but before she could even plug it in, it was blocked.

"Mingshu, don't hide if you get it dirty, I'll wash it for you." The man's voice was deep and reassuring.

Feng Mingshu immediately refused: "No need, I can wash it myself."

But she couldn't resist the man's strength. The door was pushed open, the cushion was taken away, and later, he even found stained pants in a wicker basket. But Feng Mingshu refused to let him wash them.

By the time they finished, it was already dawn, and they heard cooking sounds coming from downstairs. Feng Mingshu hurried down.

Zhou Jinshan came downstairs after a while and saw his little girl drinking a steaming cup of brown sugar water, her face flushed from the steam. Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Was the military water bottle you gave me that night also filled with brown sugar water?"

Feng Mingshu was initially uncomfortable, but upon hearing Zhou Jinshan's words and seeing his subtle expression, she burst out laughing: "Yes, it's brown sugar water, to replenish your blood."