Feng Mingshu, without suspecting anything, followed Zhou Jinshan into the dormitory.
But as soon as she entered the room, Zhou Jinshan slammed the door shut and bolted it shut.
The crisp sound made Feng Mingshu's heart tighten, and she hurriedly turned around, only to bump into Zhou Jinshan's arms.
This time, Zhou Jinshan didn't release her as restrainedly as before, but instead placed his hand on her slender waist.
Yes, they got their marriage certificate and are now husband and wife.
There's something we can do now.
Feng Mingshu's heart jumped. She felt uncomfortable and unaccustomed to it. She wanted to escape, but her responsibilities as a wife made her hesitate, and the man's hand was on her waist, preventing her from leaving.
Feng Mingshu resigned herself to her fate and let the man approach her little by little.
Zhou Jinshan tentatively grasped his wife's waist, his gaze fixed on her fair and beautiful face, observing her expression. He naturally did not miss the struggle that flashed in her eyes, and the acceptance that followed. At this moment, Zhou Jinshan could no longer suppress his heavy breathing and lowered his head.
Although Feng Mingshu was prepared, the man's breath suddenly sprayed on her face, and his cold and handsome face was suddenly in front of her. The unprecedented intimacy left Feng Mingshu stunned, and she stared at him blankly.
Looking at him with those almond-shaped eyes that seemed to hold back his leniency, as if she were letting him bully Cai Jie, Zhou Jinshan could no longer restrain himself and pressed his lips to hers without hesitation.
The soft, warm lips, with a faint sweetness, made Zhou Jinshan's blood boil. After greedily sucking on them, he wanted to pry open the sweet lips and go straight to his belly.
But then, his soft wife in his arms suddenly struggled, pushed him away, and covered her red lips. Her almond-shaped eyes, red and misty with tears, glared at him accusingly.
Zhou Jinshan's breathing was still hot, but he had to suppress the surging heat within him, release her slender waist, and apologize in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I was being reckless."
Feng Mingshu immediately turned her head and uttered three words: "I want water."
Her voice was hoarse and delicate, and carried a hint of grievance.
Zhou Jinshan was taken aback: "What water?"
Mouthwash!
Feng Mingshu was somewhat exasperated, and her reddened eyes were even a little moist.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jinshan immediately picked up the thermos, poured a cup of water into it, and held it to her lips, reminding her, "It's hot, be careful."
But it was too late. Feng Mingshu had already taken a big gulp, and Zhou Jinshan quickly grabbed a washbasin from under the bed and handed it to her.
puff!
Feng Mingshu spat out a mouthful of garlic, but her tongue was bright red, and her eyes were also red-rimmed. She glared at Zhou Jinshan with wet eyes and asked, "Did you eat garlic for lunch?"
When Zhou Jinshan saw his wife like this, his heart ached, and he naturally answered all her questions: "Yes, she ate all the garlic in the dish."
Actually, it wasn't just garlic; he ate every last drop of all the seasonings in the dish, including minced scallions, ginger, garlic, and even the broth. This was a habit he had developed over many years, and it was a habit shared by almost everyone in the military.
Not wasting a single grain of food, we must resolutely implement this policy.
Feng Mingshu took a few more sips of water, rinsed his mouth, and then handed him the enamel mug, glaring at him and saying, "You're not allowed to kiss me after you eat garlic."
She hates garlic the most.
Garlic can be used as a seasoning, but she never eats it. Fifteen years on the farm in her previous life hadn't corrected her sense of taste.
"Also, rinse your mouth beforehand," Feng Mingshu added.
In summary, this first experience was terrible!
She doesn't even want to talk to this jerk anymore; to hell with being his wife!
Zhou Jinshan was initially bewildered, but later realized what had happened and was filled with regret that he had actually believed those dirty jokes told by those grown men.
That's completely unreliable!
He only listens to his wife now!
Zhou Jinshan caught the enamel mug his wife handed back, tilted his head back, and began rinsing his mouth with the contents.
He quickly used up the remaining water in the tub, but still felt it wasn't enough, so he poured out another tub, rinsed his mouth repeatedly, and then looked at his wife.
When Feng Mingshu saw that his lips were wet and his eyes were sparkling, she laughed in anger: "You still want to come? Don't you even know what time it is?"
Zhou Jinshan glanced at his watch; it was a quarter past two. The spark in his eyes died down, and he said hoarsely, "Ming Shu, wait for me at the door for a while. I'll tidy up first."
Feng Mingshu had wanted to go out for a while, so she didn't care what he was supposed to pack. After receiving the message, she grabbed her bag, quickly unplugged the door, opened it, and ran out.
They ran for quite a distance before stopping.
Although the experience was poor, the man's eyes were even more unsettling.
She patted her face, but couldn't quell the burning sensation. Fortunately, the air outside was cold and there was a breeze.
After a while, the flush on her face subsided, and she felt a chill. She turned around and looked at the dormitory, where she saw Zhou Jinshan finally come out, his cold and hard face wet with water, even his temples were damp.
"Why didn't you dry yourself off before coming out? Aren't you cold? The doctor finds it troublesome." Feng Mingshu glanced at him and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face.
"I can do it myself." Zhou Jinshan took the handkerchief from her hand, without even touching it with his fingertips. He even put a little distance between them before wiping his face haphazardly with the handkerchief and then stuffing it into his pocket.
Feng Mingshu: "..."
Forget it, we're husband and wife now, I won't hold a grudge against him over a handkerchief.
The political commissar's office was near the school gate, and the couple had to walk through most of the campus to get there, encountering several groups of trainees along the way.
As they passed by, Feng Mingshu could feel that their slogans were exceptionally loud, not because they were close by, but because they were shouting at the top of their lungs.
"They did it on purpose, didn't they?" Feng Mingshu asked Zhou Jinshan, her fair face flushed with embarrassment and anger.
Zhou Jinshan glanced at the crimson figure for a moment before looking away, his eyes fixed straight ahead. He said in a serious tone, "Once I resume training, I will teach them a lesson one by one."
Feng Mingshu was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved his hand: "No need for that, they were just joking, shouting. Look, they didn't even dare to glance over, otherwise they would definitely get scolded if the instructor caught them."
Zhou Jinshan turned to look at her: "Are you afraid I can't beat them? Or are you worried about me?"
Feng Mingshu: "..."
Feng Mingshu rolled her eyes at this stinky man who couldn't even stay serious for three seconds: "I believe you can beat one or two, but look how many people are in that row?"
Zhou Jinshan didn't look at the number, but accurately reported it: "28 people."
"So you still dare to provoke me?" Feng Mingshu scoffed. "Aren't you afraid of getting ganged up on?"
“A lesson doesn’t have to be learned by fighting multiple opponents; you can also outsmart them.” Zhou Jinshan laughed, confident and composed.
Feng Mingshu listened to his words, looked at his handsome profile, paused for a second, and was caught red-handed by the man.
He turned his head to capture her gaze, lowered his head slightly, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Let's wait until we get home to watch it, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to resist."
What can't I help?
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