Zhou Jinshan groaned, and Feng Mingshu, clearly sensing something had changed, turned pale and immediately stepped back.

Zhou Jinshan seemed to suddenly realize something, pulled her into his arms, and gently pressed his forehead against hers, asking, "Was it something that made you uncomfortable last time?"

Feng Mingshu couldn't break free from his grasp, and turned her face away in embarrassment and annoyance: "You know perfectly well why I'm asking this!"

Upon receiving a positive answer, Zhou Jinshan was filled with remorse. He had been inexperienced the first time and had acted too recklessly. Afterwards, he rushed to the military academy for special training and was unable to stay by her side to comfort her, which had now led to bitter consequences.

But once a month is absolutely not allowed!

His body is on fire right now.

"Ming Shu, it's my fault. Hit me a few times to vent your anger." Zhou Jinshan grabbed her hand and pounded it against his chest.

Thinking of the suffering she endured that day, Feng Mingshu didn't hold back and angrily punched him twice, then pushed him away in frustration: "Your chest is so hard, it hurts my hands from punching you, I'm not punching anymore!"

Her delicate voice tickled his heart, and Zhou Jinshan held her fair hand in his: "If it hurts, I'll blow on it for you."

"Are you trying to fool me like a child?"

"I'm older than you, of course I have to coax you."

"You still know you're older, you..."

Feng Mingshu couldn't bring herself to say it, so she turned away in anger, pulled the blanket over herself, and threw him another sentence: "You either sleep on the sofa, or you cover yourself with a blanket."

Looking at the little girl who was wrapped up like a cicada cocoon, Zhou Jinshan felt a burning desire inside, but he dared not show it on his face. He put his arm around her shoulder, smelled the warm fragrance on her body, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Ming Shu, I have been thinking about you every day during these two weeks of special training."

"I wonder if my little girl thinks of me at night too?"

Feng Mingshu remained silent.

"The night before I came back, I hid in the bunker and looked at the stars in the sky. I thought to myself, I'll be back in one more day. When I come back, I'll hold you and do nothing, and I'll be content."

Hiding under the covers, Feng Mingshu bit her red lips.

"Spring has arrived, and the weather is no longer cold, so I'll just sleep here."

Zhou Jinshan changed into a thin nightgown and lay down on his side next to the girl, the warmth of his breath reaching her ear.

Click, the lights went out, and darkness enveloped the surroundings.

The cicada nymph stirred; a corner of a blanket was draped over him, and a soft, warning voice said, "Don't move."

In the darkness, a slight smile appeared on Zhou Jinshan's lips. Sure enough, his little girl had a soft heart.

"Mingshu, I'm a little cold, can you come closer?"

"Ming Shu, I want to kiss you, nothing else."

...

The man's voice was deep, resonant, and magnetic, yet pleading, making people unconsciously lower their guard.

An ambiguous atmosphere rose, the temperature in the room increased, and when the sound was covered by the quilt and the body turned into spring water, Feng Mingshu finally realized her weakness, which was that she was easily swayed.

Especially when facing this man.

But it was all too late. Their bodies were joined, and they were tossed about by the waves. Feng Mingshu left a mark on the man's shoulder, and was then carried to the mountaintop, only to plunge back into the sea in the next instant, repeating this cycle over and over.

A crescent moon hangs obliquely outside the window, the stars are shining brightly, and a gentle breeze blows through the window cracks, stirring the gauze curtains, but cannot dispel the warmth and emotional whispers inside the room.

When the wind and rain stopped, Zhou Jinshan went downstairs and brought hot water to wash her.

Her delicate skin was flushed red, like the petals of a begonia ravaged by rain, so beautiful it made one's heart flutter.

Noticing that the man's breathing had become heavy again, Feng Mingshu used the last of her strength to kick him in the chest: "I don't need you to wipe me anymore, you can sleep on the sofa."

The little girl's feet were as delicate and soft as her voice. Zhou Jinshan took her fair feet and wiped them with a wrung-out hot towel while coaxing her, "I won't bother you anymore. I'll clean you up and then we'll go to sleep."

Feng Mingshu hummed twice. She didn't have the strength to struggle anymore, but she secretly decided that if this man went back on his word again, she would leave him hanging for at least half a month.

As for once a month, what does that mean?

Feng Mingshu, who was covered by the blanket, forgot.

After tidying the sheets, Zhou Jinshan got into bed, hugged her, kissed the corner of her lips, and murmured, "Mingshu, are you feeling better this time?"

Feng Mingshu, whose toes were still slightly curled, pushed the man's face away in embarrassment and annoyance: "Are you going to sleep or not?"

"Sleep, I'm going to sleep now." The man responded repeatedly, but his chest vibrated, emitting a low, deep laugh that was tinged with pleasure and seemed to contain a hint of self-satisfaction.

Feng Mingshu blushed from his laughter and tried to push him away, but she was too weak. After being teased by the man again, she finally drifted off to sleep.

The following day was the weekend, so Zhou Jinshan didn't have to go to the military academy.

But he woke up right on time early in the morning and even woke Feng Mingshu up.

The young lady was grumpy when she woke up, and she left two more rows of marks on his shoulder as she opened her mouth. The man chuckled and said, "A little harder, my young lady."

Feng Mingshu's teeth ached, and she pushed him away angrily: "Don't call me Miss."

Zhou Jinshan scooped her up: "You don't have to call me Miss, but come downstairs and do your morning exercise with me."

"I don't want to, I haven't had enough sleep." Feng Mingshu complained, this man had been making a ruckus until after midnight last night.

She was really sleepy.

“Mingshu, I can’t come back every night. You’re not feeling well, and I’m worried about you.” Zhou Jinshan’s expression turned serious.

Feng Mingshu jolted awake, remembering the night before last, and his drowsiness vanished completely.

"You go out, I'll change my clothes and come downstairs."

The air downstairs is fresh, the peach trees in the yard are quietly sprouting buds, and green grass is peeking out from the muddy ground along the yard wall.

Before Feng Mingshu could even appreciate the scenery, all her leisure time was shattered by the man's stern instruction.

The first thing I learned was military boxing.

"You're throwing the wrong punch, like this."

Zhou Jinshan threw another punch, which faintly made a sound of air being cut.

Feng Mingshu said dejectedly, "Even if I study for a lifetime, I will never be able to reach your level."

"You don't need to reach my strength, but your posture has to be right. Then practice slowly, eat more every day, and your strength will increase." Zhou Jinshan said as he taught her step by step.

Several small heads suddenly popped out from the courtyard gate, staring longingly at the couple.

Feeling embarrassed by the children's stares, Feng Mingshu slapped Zhou Jinshan's hand away from her waist.

Zhou Jinshan glanced at the blush on his wife's face and asked the children, "Do you want to learn from them?"

The little radish heads immediately nodded and shouted in unison, "Yes!"

“Then let’s come together.” Zhou Jinshan nodded.

So Feng Mingshu gained a few more "classmates". In order not to lose face in front of the other children, she could only try her best to keep up with Zhou Jinshan's teaching.

Looking at his wife, who had made considerable progress, Zhou Jinshan's lips curled into a slight smile.

When it was time for breakfast, a neighbor soon came over.

"Oh dear, all these rascals have come to your yard? They've caused you two a lot of trouble. Here are some scallion pancakes I just made, have a taste."

Not only were there scallion pancakes, but also persimmon cakes, fruits, and other items. The neighbors were very hospitable, and Feng Mingshu had no choice but to accept them. The little ones were also taken along, and they came to the yard every morning to practice military boxing with him.