In Chapter 60, he kissed her lips before refraining from scolding her.
His expression changed, and without thinking, he grabbed her reddened fingertips, brought them directly to his lips without even looking at them, and gently blew on them.
The warm breath brushed against the stinging skin, bringing a tingling sensation.
Jiang Wanqiu was stunned, staring blankly at the man's face so close to hers.
Zhao Wenchang blew on it several times before raising his head and meeting her wet eyes. He was both angry and heartbroken: "You're such a grown woman, how can you still act like a child? How dare you touch this thing like that?"
Feeling a little guilty after being scolded, Jiang Wanqiu subconsciously pulled her injured finger back, avoiding his gaze and muttering softly, "You're already burned, and you're still scolding me..."
The voice was so soft that the man's anger instantly dissipated.
He tightened his grip on her wrist, preventing her from pulling away. Instead, he brought her red, slightly blistering fingertip to his lips, lowered his head, and gently kissed it. He spoke, his voice tinged with helplessness: "Who said I scolded you?"
The touch was warm and soft, carrying a hint of tenderness and care.
Jiang Wanqiu froze completely. Starting from her fingertips, a tingling sensation, like an electric current, quickly spread throughout her body.
She stared blankly at the man, forgetting even the pain.
"Silly girl." Zhao Wenchang was amused by her dazed look, a low chuckle escaped his throat, and he sighed helplessly, "Don't move, it will hurt a lot. There's burn ointment at home, I'll find it for you."
As he spoke, he released her hand and turned to rummage through the bedside table drawer.
Just then, with a "bang," the living room door was suddenly pushed open.
Li Yanhong burst in, her voice so loud it could lift the roof off: "Hey girl! Do you still have that thing? It works so well!"
Her shout startled both people in the room.
Zhao Wenchang paused in his rummaging, turned his head, and looked back and forth between Jiang Wanqiu and Li Yanhong with a questioning gaze.
It's so late, why is Li Yanhong coming to ask his wife for something?
Jiang Wanqiu was startled by the stare. She stomped her foot in a hurry, ignoring her scalded hand, and rushed forward, pushing and shoving Li Yanhong toward the door.
"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law, please keep your voice down!"
She pulled him outside the door, lowered her voice, and asked anxiously and shyly, "Is it...is it the essential oil diffuser I gave you last time?"
“Yeah, right!” Li Yanhong said matter-of-factly, slapping her thigh excitedly. “That’s it! Girl, you don’t know, I used to learn massage, and I gave my husband a massage on the back… hey. But your thing really doesn’t last long, it’s gone in two strokes!”
As she spoke, she pulled a wad of slightly crumpled bills from her pocket, shoved them into Jiang Wanqiu's hand without even glancing at them, and said with an air of generosity, "Sister, I won't take this for nothing. Here's fifty yuan! How much else do you have? I'll take it all!"
Jiang Wanqiu's hand trembled as the money burned her, and she coughed awkwardly, "Sister-in-law Yanhong, this... this stuff should be used sparingly."
"Restraint what?" Li Yanhong curled her lips dismissively, looking like an experienced person imparting wisdom, and smiled slyly. "I'm telling you, sister, why are you so worried about men? Men are only good for this much, otherwise what would we want from them? You have to listen to your sister-in-law, men should be used as much as they can when they're young, after thirty they're no good!"
As she spoke, she glanced seriously into the room and asked, "Commander Zhao... shouldn't be thirty yet, right?"
While telling the woman to keep her voice down, Jiang Wanqiu, her hands trembling, secretly pulled the items out of her pocket, saying, "Not over thirty, not over thirty..."
Li Yanhong left satisfied with the two small bottles of essential oils and aromatherapy she had just received.
Jiang Wanqiu wiped away her cold sweat, and when she turned around, she met a pair of deep eyes.
Zhao Wenchang had somehow appeared behind her, his tall frame leaning against the bedroom door frame, arms crossed, looking at her with a half-smile.
That look sent chills down Jiang Wanqiu's spine.
"What?" the man asked slowly. "You're already talking about me to people, worried that I'm not going to make it?"
"No, no! I didn't!" Jiang Wanqiu shook her head like a rattle drum, her cheeks burning.
"Oh?" Zhao Wenchang raised an eyebrow, approaching her step by step, his tall figure exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure. "You just say you don't?"
He walked up to her, and without saying a word, stretched out his long arm and picked her up horizontally.
Jiang Wanqiu gasped in fright and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
The man looked down at the woman in his arms, her face flushed, a wicked smile playing on his lips, his breath hot against her face.
"Looks like I need to prove to my wife whether she can handle things or not."
...
The temperature plummeted the next day.
The chill of the early morning seeped in through the cracks in the window, and Jiang Wanqiu shivered. She instinctively shrank closer to the warmer source beside her, burying herself almost entirely in the blankets.
Zhao Wenchang always woke up early; his biological clock was more accurate than an alarm clock. But today, with a soft, fragrant woman in his arms, he surprisingly didn't want to get out of bed.
The man smelled her faint fragrance, and beneath her arm lay her slender, supple waist. He thought to himself, "They say that a gentle embrace is a hero's grave, and the ancients were right."
"I'll go to the elementary school today and ask for you." He hugged the person in his arms tighter and rubbed his chin against the top of her head.
Jiang Wanqiu felt ticklish from his rubbing and snuggled closer to the covers. Still drowsy, she mumbled, "Um... what are you going to ask?"
"I'll find you some work to do, you little lazybones." Zhao Wenchang chuckled and pinched her cheek. "So, what kind of official do you want to be?"
Jiang Wanqiu squinted and thought for a moment, then said half-jokingly, "The principal, perhaps."
“Okay.” The man readily agreed, his tone serious. “I’ll find a way to kidnap the current principal for you.”
At that moment, in the office of the elementary school in the distance, a chubby middle-aged man was drinking hot tea when he suddenly sneezed twice.
Achoo! Achoo!
He rubbed his nose and muttered, "That's strange, am I catching a cold?"
Meanwhile, Li Yanhong got ready early in the morning, all tidy and ready to go to the hospital.
Since her sex life became harmonious, she found her husband much more pleasing to the eye.
Thinking back to how I used to beat him until he was covered in bruises when I lost my temper, I still feel a little guilty.
She thought about going to the hospital to buy him some liniment to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and then giving him a good massage.
After picking up the medicine, I arrived at the hospital's outpatient building and saw a familiar figure.
A young military wife, her eyes red, was speaking to the doctor in the examination room.
Lin Mengyao frowned impatiently, turned her body to the side, and looked like she didn't want to talk to the guest and wanted to get rid of him.
Chen Wenwen sniffed, still unwilling to give up: "...He's already like that, don't you doctors have anything you can do?"
Lin Mengyao sneered, "I've told you so many times, he's just not good enough! What's the point of you throwing a tantrum at me if your man is useless? What's wrong, am I supposed to grab his belt and stop him from taking his pants off?"
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