Chapter 37 Wife, I want more!

There was a shortage of teachers at the compound school, so several teachers were temporarily transferred from nearby primary schools, and Bai Lu was one of them.

The book mentions that Bai Lu fell in love with Song Zhan at first sight, and Song Zhan also had a good impression of her.

Although nothing actually happened between them, they both had feelings for each other.

The original owner and Song Zhan argued ten times, eight of which were because of Bai Lu.

The key factor in their torturous relationship was Bai Lu.

Bai Lu is like a thorn, always stuck in the relationship between the original owner and Song Zhan.

The original owner wanted to remove it, but couldn't find a reason, because the two of them had a completely innocent, normal gay relationship.

But if he didn't pull it out, he would be in pain from being pricked every day. Bai Lu would often come to Song Zhan's house to check on him, with all sorts of reasons, yet all of them were reasonable.

Today we urged Song Zhan to attend a literacy class, and tomorrow we will invite him to tell the children stories of heroes.

The day after tomorrow, he personally visited Song Zhan's home, ostensibly to help each other, and personally taught him how to write.

After refusing several times, Song Zhan was accused of not cooperating with the school's work.

Left with no other choice, Song Zhan had to agree.

In order to prevent Bai Lu from visiting, the original owner could only resort to hysteria and even unreasonable behavior every day.

Bai Lu was single-mindedly trying every possible way to get close to Song Zhan.

“Bai Lu is a teacher in the compound,” Song Zhan answered truthfully, his eyes open and honest.

Shen Wanjun pursed her lips and asked, "How did you two meet?"

Why call me Bai Lu so affectionately? Don't you know that men and women shouldn't touch each other?

Shen Wanjun herself didn't realize that she had started to act a little unreasonable.

So much so that even the most normal way Song Zhan addressed someone was perceived as having an ambiguous meaning by her.

“She teaches in literacy classes,” Song Zhandao said.

Seeing that Shen Wanjun was pouting and her eyes were drooping, she looked somewhat unhappy.

Song Zhan added, "I'm not familiar with her, so I'll just reply and refuse."

Shen Wanjun gave a faint "oh," indicating that they had only met once, meaning they had just gotten to know each other.

They'd barely met, and Bai Lu was already planning a home visit—her goal was certainly direct and clear.

Hmph, what white moonlight? She was the one who actively seduced Song Zhan.

"Come on, she means well," Shen Wanjun said. "I'll personally entertain her then."

The hospitality was just a pretext; the real purpose was to put her in a bad light.

Shen Wanjun rubbed her hands together, suddenly feeling excited, ready to start fighting her love rival.

What should a young woman do if she has no experience getting married?

No worries, we'll deal with whatever comes our way.

"Alright, then you make the arrangements." Song Zhan handed the letter he had written to Shen Wanjun.

"Today's love letter, cough cough, the letter is finished."

When Shen Wanjun saw the scrawled handwriting, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Zhan blushed slightly, "My writing isn't very good."

"That's good, there's a lot of room for improvement."

Shen Wanjun quietly took out a calligraphy copybook from her spatial storage.

"Try copying this and practice your handwriting first."

Song Zhan nodded, took out his pen, and began to carefully copy the text.

Shen Wanjun took out the yarn, took a deep breath, and carefully knitted the sweater with wide eyes.

She had made several mistakes while knitting before, and Song Zhan helped her unravel them and start knitting again.

Now that Song Zhan is busy with other things, she has to do it herself.

Under the incandescent light, the two were busy with their own things, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Shen Wanjun would occasionally take a look at Song Zhan's handwriting and say a few words that were a mix of criticism and praise.

Song Zhan would also help Shen Wanjun check if her sweater was knitted incorrectly, and the sweetness between the young couple was already beginning to show.

"Honey, it's time to sleep." It was almost 11 o'clock. Shen Wanjun put down her sweater and rubbed her sore eyes.

Song Zhan put away the paper and pen, cracked his knuckles, and thought, "Damn, writing is really hard work."

This feeling is even more tiring than a day of intense training.

"Honey, let me give you a massage." Shen Wanjun took Song Zhan's hand and gently massaged it.

"Wife, let me give you a shoulder massage." Song Zhan's technique was skillful.

Halfway through kneading, Shen Wanjun suddenly realized, "You... what did you just call me?"

She opened her mouth wide, and her dark pupils suddenly dilated.

“Chen… Wanjun.” Song Zhan stammered, his cheeks flushing as he thought of something.

“No, that’s not it,” Shen Wanjun said definitively.

Song Zhan pursed his lips tightly and refused to speak again.

It looked just like a turtle that had accidentally poked its head out of its shell, only to be scared back inside and dare not come out again.

Shen Wanjun turned around, cupped his face in her hands, stared into his eyes, and said, "Say it again."

Song Zhan shook his head vigorously, and after a long while, he managed to choke out, "Go to sleep."

If he doesn't go to sleep soon, he'll be so embarrassed.

Hey, what's wrong with your mouth? Why are you yelling like that?

Shen Wanjun was not about to let him go, and pleaded in a soft voice, "Just once, please say it one more time?"

"Please, honey, you're the best, please!"

Song Zhan's heart was completely stirred, and the words of refusal that came out of his mouth were "Mmm".

"You agreed?" Shen Wanjun's eyes were filled with the Milky Way, sparkling with starlight.

"Quickly call, quickly call!" she urged, rubbing her ears and straining to be on her best.

Song Zhan pursed his lips and spoke with difficulty, "Wan... Jun, Wanwan."

He let out a long sigh and said, "Is that enough? Let's go to sleep."

Shen Wanjun looked disappointed. "What? That's not it. Call me wife. You just called me wife."

“We’ve already called you once, what’s so embarrassing about calling you again? There are no outsiders in the house.”

"How can a dignified Battalion Commander Song be as timid as a rabbit?"

Song Zhan retorted, "That's not true."

He was known for his daring in the military camp, having defused many bombs with his bare hands, earning him the nickname "Song the Bold".

In the military, being timid is equivalent to being a coward, and you'll be looked down upon.

"Then go ahead and scream," Shen Wanjun continued, using reverse psychology.

Song Zhan's mouth moved, but the words wouldn't come out.

It was as if those two words were burning his tongue, making it impossible for him to control it.

Shen Wanjun was somewhat disappointed and said sarcastically, "If you don't call me 'wife,' do you intend to save it for someone else? Like that Bai Lu?"

"No." Song Zhan was slightly angry. How could she make such a joke?

Isn't this questioning his character?

Seeing that Song Zhan's expression was rather unpleasant, Shen Wanjun lost her mood for joking.

With her head drooping, she tidied up the things on the table. "Never mind, let's go to sleep."

Getting a taciturn person to talk is too difficult.

After turning off the lights, Shen Wanjun had just lain down when she suddenly heard Song Zhanxiao's pitiful voice.

"Wife." Song Zhan spoke very softly, so softly that Shen Wanjun almost didn't hear him.

"Honey, call out again, louder."

The person next to him was silent for a few seconds, then quickly spoke again: "Wife."

Shen Wanjun's smile was practically reaching the sky, but she was still finding fault: "Don't be so formal, it feels like you're training to shout slogans."

"Be more affectionate and gentle."

Under Shen Wanjun's guidance, Song Zhan finally gave a satisfactory answer: "Wife~"

Shen Wanjun shuddered, instantly feeling as if her ears were pregnant, a tingling sensation spreading rapidly throughout her body.

She touched his face, then turned over and kissed him on the lips.

"You have such a sweet tongue, here's a kiss for you."

The sound of "meowing" was particularly clear and sweet in the darkness.

After a while, Song Zhan tugged at her hand and said, "Wife, I want more!"