Leng Mohan had no idea that Luo Jiaojiao had not failed to learn, but when she stood in front of him, he was willing to do anything for her. He had already mastered it.

After all, isn’t the essence of human relationships an exchange? People strive to please others, simply to make the other party willing to give to themselves.

Luo Jiaojiao is such a person. She doesn't seem to need to do anything, just standing there can attract everyone's attention. Because sometimes, pure charm can move people more than carefully calculated skills. Luo Jiaojiao is such an example.

Luo Jiaojiao's teachers also knew this very well, and their teachings to her were summed up in two words: obedience. For Luo Jiaojiao, this was her passport to please Leng Mohan and her secret weapon to win his favor.

Luo Jiaojiao bit her lower lip, obediently took out her underwear, and shyly handed it to Leng Mohan.

Her cheeks flushed, and she didn't dare to stay at the bathroom door, for fear of seeing how carefully he washed her private clothes.

Leng Mohan took the clothes and watched Luo Jiaojiao fleeing in panic, shaking his head helplessly. Her face was as thin as paper, so it seemed that he had to be more proactive.

The space in the room was limited, and it was difficult for Luo Jiaojiao to find a hiding place. Leng Mohan had already washed all the newly purchased clothes, and the rest was to organize some daily necessities: slippers, toothbrushes, washbasins, etc., and a bunch of snacks.

Luo Jiaojiao glanced at the cakes on the table, and her stomach growled at the right moment. She picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite. It was a little dry, but her hunger was somewhat relieved.

Luo Jiaojiao suddenly felt thirsty. She looked around but couldn't find the kettle.

Leng Mohan noticed her discomfort and moved his eyes from the bathroom door to the table. He quickly responded, "It seems that there is no drinking water prepared here. Eat some oranges to moisten your throat first. I will bring some water back to you in a kettle later."

There was a hint of self-blame in his tone. It was indeed his negligence. So many days had passed and he forgot that there was not even a sip of drinking water at home.

Luo Jiaojiao nodded gently and said nothing more. To her, the sweet oranges were more attractive than the tasteless boiled water.

Leng Mohan was relieved to see that Luo Jiaojiao didn't really take it to heart. Luo Jiaojiao was a little bit spoiled, but fortunately she wasn't the willful type. He promised that he would do his best to take care of her and never let her regret choosing him.

Leng Mohan has full confidence in his abilities. He is not bragging, in the army, he is recognized as the best fighter, and his future is bright. As long as nothing unexpected happens, his future is limitless.

His income was also considerable, enough for her to live a comfortable life without having to worry about money. He believed that he could let her live a life of wealth.

Leng Mohan looked down at the clothes he was washing, feeling a little embarrassed inside.

But the words had already been spoken, like spilled water, and could never be taken back. He knew very well that he really couldn't bear to let her wash these clothes.

When he finished washing the clothes, he could not help but be stunned. In the army, comrades always talked about their wives during rest time, praising them for their virtue, beauty and ability. But for the one in his family, just being beautiful was enough. He shook his head slightly, but his heart was full of satisfaction.