Jiang Weidong nearly coughed up blood, his eyes bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Do you really have to say it now?"
He was full of enthusiasm, but Lin Wangshu's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on him, leaving him feeling awkward and unsettled.
Although Lin Wangshu felt a little reluctant, she hardened her heart again when she remembered An Jie's words, "Now."
Jiang Weidong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said with restraint, "Then tell me quickly, in one minute."
"I want to make three rules with you. First, you are not allowed to damage this dress." Lin Wangshu didn't dare to delay and hurriedly stated her first requirement.
"What's this?" Jiang Weidong nodded. "You have thirty seconds left."
"Second, you are not allowed to ignore what I say. If I say stop, you must stop."
Jiang Weidong thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay."
There was only one last request left. Lin Wang extended his slender index finger to him, "One last time, just this once."
Seeing Jiang Weidong frown suddenly, she weakly added, "Is it okay?"
"Of course not!" Jiang Weidong grabbed her index finger. "Don't even think about it."
This is different from what An Jie said! Lin Wangshu's eyes widened. Didn't she say that men are always willing to do anything in bed? How come Jiang Weidong isn't like that?!
Now the initiative was in Jiang Weidong's hands. He didn't waste any words, "The first two are fine, the last one is not. Just nod if you agree."
"If you don't agree..." Jiang Weidong grinned maliciously, pinching her cheek, "then it's all null and void!"
Lin Wangshu nodded hastily, her speed so fast that she left a blur, afraid that Jiang Weidong would change his mind.
"Good moon." Jiang Weidong's voice was low and husky, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on his lips. "Brother will be gentler in a bit."
As he spoke, he used his burning hot palms to lift Lin Wangshu up by the waist...
Lin Wangshu felt as if she were on a wrecked ship braving the wind and waves, and she could only cling tightly to Jiang Weidong, who was at the helm.
Fortunately, Jiang Weidong had a conscience today. After a couple of waves, he called a retreat and sailed back to shore.
Jiang Weidong sat up and looked at Lin Wangshu in his arms. She was currently sitting with her eyes closed, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyelashes trembling, still immersed in the afterglow of the experience.
He reached out and brushed the hair that was stuck to Lin Wangshu's face away, then gently patted her sweaty back to comfort her. In the end, he couldn't resist and affectionately kissed her forehead.
When Lin Wangshu finally calmed down and opened her eyes, Jiang Weidong brought her water from the bedside table to moisten her throat.
After drinking the water, Lin Wangshu lay on his chest, not wanting to move, her eyes vacant, lost in thought.
Jiang Weidong used his fingers as a comb to smooth her loose long hair.
"You're using my room as a walk-in closet, isn't that a waste? Where will the kids live after we have them?" Lin Wangshu asked, tilting her head as she moved her head.
Jiang Weidong didn't take it to heart, saying, "You are the most precious person in our family. It's just a room, what's the waste?"
"As for the children," Jiang Weidong lay down, resting his head on her belly, and said seriously, "Don't fight with Mom for them. After you're born, Dad will definitely get you a bigger house."
Seeing his serious expression, Lin Wangshu curled up and burst into laughter, "Aren't you childish? There's nothing there yet."
Jiang Weidong looked at her and smiled silently. He hadn't originally meant to say it to the child, but to the child's mother.
He has never forgotten his promise to let Xiaoyue live in a better house.
The young couple settled into their life in this house, newlyweds who couldn't bear to be apart all the time.
Jiang Weidong's training has been intense lately, and after each session, everyone is so exhausted that they collapse to the ground, too tired to even move a finger.
Therefore, most people didn't go home and just stayed in their dormitories for one night.
Jiang Weidong, no matter how tired or late, insisted on going home every night, because as soon as he opened the door, he could see Lin Wangshu sleeping on the sofa under the dim light.
At this moment, Jiang Weidong could no longer feel any fatigue. He carefully picked up the person on the sofa, and then fell into a deep sleep while embracing his "world".
Over time, everyone in the family building came to know that Battalion Commander Jiang was a doting husband.
Zhao's wife and Jiang Weidong were not on good terms to begin with. Now that the two were married, she saw that Lin Wangshu went to work all day and never lifted a finger to do housework or serve men.
She would just nod and say hello whenever she saw them, which made her even more annoyed with them.
"What kind of wife acts like that? She's practically riding on her husband's head."
Those who were with Sister Zhao were all gossipy women with nothing better to do than her; they not only had sharp ears, but also quick tongues.
So the story spread and eventually reached Jiang Weidong, where it became known that Lin Wangshu rode on his shoulders up and down the stairs every day, and that Zhao's wife had seen it with her own eyes.
Jiang Weidong found the rumor utterly baffling, yet, despite it being a false rumor, some people were curious enough to ask him if it was true.
Jiang Weidong sneered, "Yes, it's true. My wife not only rides on my shoulders to go up and down the stairs, she also rides on my shoulders to and from get off work. Are you satisfied now?"
The man chuckled awkwardly after hearing this, "Battalion Commander Jiang, you're too kind of a joker."
After hearing what Jiang Weidong said, Lin Wangshu became even more indignant, "How can this guy surnamed Zhao have such a long tongue? Isn't he ruining your reputation?"
So when Jiang Weidong picked her up from get off work one day, he saw Zhao's wife sitting in the usual spot picking vegetables. Lin Wangshu tugged at Jiang Weidong and asked him to squat down and carry her on his back.
When they arrived in front of Sister Zhao, Lin Wangshu patted Jiang Weidong to signal him to stop, and then said to Sister Zhao with a smile, "Sister-in-law, I heard you were telling other people that I ride on Weidong's head every day."
"Actually, it's not that exaggerated. He just doesn't want me to walk, so he likes to carry me on his back. You should see this carefully this time, so don't say the wrong thing next time you talk to someone."
"After all, it's alright if you say the wrong thing, but if you offend the wrong person, then you'd better be careful."
Lin Wangshu's eyes turned cold, and his words were also icy, making Zhao's sister-in-law feel terrified. She couldn't say a word and could only nod with a embarrassed face.
From then on, although Sister Zhao was still talkative, she never dared to gossip about Lin Wangshu again.
After all, she knew she couldn't afford to offend Jiang Weidong and his companion. Before, seeing that Jiang Weidong didn't hold it against her, Lin Wangshu seemed quite amiable.
So Zhao's sister-in-law grew bolder and began to test the two men's limits little by little.
Now that Lin Wangshu has lost her temper, she chickens out and immediately withdraws her tentative reach.
Jiang Weidong, who was being protected by his wife, not only did not feel ashamed, but also felt a secret sense of satisfaction.
The blissful days were short-lived when Jiang Weidong received a notification. He was devoted to serving his country, and now his opportunity had finally arrived!
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