The night wind from the northern frontier carried the lingering heat and dust of the day, blowing against Lu Xiao and An An as they rode side by side home. The moonlight cast their long shadows onto the quiet street.

An An turned her head to look at Lu Xiao's taut jawline, feeling both amused and helpless.

While patrolling the wounded soldiers' quarters in the military camp, a newly transferred young guard accidentally grazed his arm with a training spear, causing it to bleed profusely. An'an happened to be passing by and, out of a doctor's instinct, immediately went to check on him. The guard was young and pale with pain, so An'an gently comforted him, carefully examined the wound, and, confirming it was just a superficial injury, instructed, "The wound isn't deep, but you need to clean and apply medicine promptly to prevent it from festering. Go directly to the military medical station later and find Physician Li. Just tell him I sent you, and he'll give you the best wound medicine."

Her tone was gentle and had a calming effect, and the young guard was moved to tears, thanking her repeatedly.

This was an ordinary scene, and An'an hadn't even paid much attention to what the young guard looked like. However, just as she turned to walk towards Lu Xiao, who was waiting to the side, she clearly caught a fleeting shadow in his eyes. That gaze was as cold as an icy blade.

As expected, they remained silent the entire way. Only after returning to the inner courtyard of the mansion and dismissing the servants did Lu Xiao suddenly turn around, grab An An's wrist with considerable force.

"Lu Xiao! You're hurting me!" An An frowned, trying to break free.

"Does it hurt?" Lu Xiao's voice was low and suppressed, filled with displeasure. Instead of letting go, he pulled her into his arms and pinched her chin with his other hand, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes, which were burning with dark fire. "Doctor Xiao is very caring and gentle with that little guard."

An'an was taken aback, then realized that this jealous guy had stirred up trouble again! She was both amused and exasperated: "General Lu! Are you being reasonable? That child is new here, and he has a long cut on his arm that's bleeding! I'm the army doctor, how could I just ignore it? I was just telling him to get some medicine, is that something to make you angry about?"

"The child?" Lu Xiao's brows furrowed even more, his tone rising dangerously, "He's not more than two years younger than you! 'Go directly to the military medical office later, find Physician Li, and tell him I sent you...' He deliberately imitated her gentle tone from before, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "You've really gone into detail! The whole military camp knows you're my wife, and he still dares to look at you like that!"

"What kind of look? That's pain! And gratitude too!" An'an's cheeks flushed red with anger at his unreasonable behavior. "Lu Xiao, can you stop being so paranoid? I'm a doctor, treating injuries and illnesses is my duty!"

“Your duty?” Lu Xiao took a step closer, his hot breath spraying on her face, filled with a strong sense of possessiveness. “Your duty is to keep an eye on your husband, me! As for other men, especially those greenhorns, stay as far away as possible!” He lowered his head and bit her lip hard as punishment. It didn’t hurt, but it carried a strong sense of declaration. “You don’t learn your lesson. You deserve to be punished.”

"You... um!" An'an's protest was cut off by him. The kiss was intensely aggressive and carried a hint of punishment, leaving her no room to dodge.

“If there’s a next time,” his voice was hoarse, carrying an undeniable warning, “I won’t punish you here.”

An'an was both ashamed and angry. She glared at him, but she knew that there was no reasoning with this jealous man, especially when he was being possessive. She angrily pushed him away: "Unreasonable! I...I'm going to take a shower!" After saying that, she turned around and wanted to escape from this suffocating atmosphere.

An'an had just taken a bath and was wearing only a light apricot-red silk nightgown. Her long, wet hair was draped over her shoulders, and she was gently wiping the water droplets from the ends of her hair with a fine cotton towel. Her eyes and brows showed a lazy feeling after her bath.

A large, calloused hand reached out from behind her and took the cloth from her with remarkable ease. Lu Xiao had been standing behind her without her noticing; he was only wearing a plain white undergarment, the collar slightly open, revealing a section of his smooth collarbone.

"I'll do it." His voice was deep, carrying the good mood after his bath. After all, General Lu was easy to coax, especially An'an.

An An did not refuse, leaning back slightly against his firm chest. His fingertips occasionally brushed against the soft skin on the back of her neck, sending a slight shiver through her.

As the moisture dried, he put down the towel and ran his long, slender fingers through her thick, slightly cool hair, gently combing it. An'an comfortably half-closed her eyes, like a cat being stroked.

"An'an..." he whispered, leaning down and gently placing his warm lips on her smooth neck, lingering on her earlobe, holding it in his mouth, and teasing it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

This subtle response thrilled Lu Xiao. He placed his other hand on the ground, his hot palm covering a soft spot without any obstruction, and his calloused fingertips gently kneading it.

“....." An An’s breathing quickened. She twisted slightly in his arms, trying to grab his mischievous hand, but he grabbed it and pressed it against the edge of the dressing table.

His kisses became urgent and deep, moving down from the earlobe and penetrating deeply, their lips and tongues intertwining in a way that was exceptionally clear and alluring in the quiet room.

An'an was so weak from his kisses that her head was spinning, and she could only passively endure it. Her already thin undergarment had somehow slipped down to her shoulders.

Lu Xiao's eyes instantly darkened to an unyielding depth. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the large, soft canopy bed in a few steps. His movements were still tender and gentle as he placed her on the bed covered with smooth brocade quilts.

His kisses fell like dense raindrops on her forehead, eyelashes, and the tip of her nose, before finally sealing her lips again, while his large hands eagerly roamed, explored, and ignited clusters of flames.

His burning lips and tongue traced a path down her beautiful collarbone, lingering at the most craggy peak, sometimes gently sucking, sometimes lightly rubbing with the tips of his teeth, eliciting uncontrollable tremors and soft moans from the woman beneath him.

"Lu Xiao... no..." An An was so aroused by him that her whole body went numb and her consciousness was wavering. She could only unconsciously call his name.

He gazed into her misty, watery eyes, his voice hoarse and barely audible: "An'an... my An'an..." He grasped one of her hands, guiding her to place it on his equally hot and taut chest, feeling the wildly beating heart.

"Look at me..." he panted, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead, determined to make her see who it was.

An'an opened her hazy eyes and met his unfathomable gaze, which reflected only her own image. Her heart skipped a beat.

This subtle movement completely shattered Xiao Chengjing's last shred of reason. He let out a low, muffled roar, like that of a wild beast.

"Ah..." An'an was forced to tilt her snow-white neck back, letting out short, delicate moans.