Ning Yuan smiled as she watched him eat, and then began to shovel rice into her mouth as well.
Although material resources were scarce in this era, the chicken, duck, fish, meat, and vegetables were all very natural. There was no technology or hard work involved, so they tasted delicious!
After the two finished dinner, Rong Zhaonan took the initiative to boil water, and Ning Yuan took a shower and washed her hair.
When Rong Zhaonan came in after taking a shower, he saw Ning Yuan sitting comfortably by the window, drying her hair.
"Aren't you going to read and copy books tonight?" Rong Zhaonan asked.
Ning Yuan shook her head lazily: "No, I'm exhausted today."
She reads and copies books every day because so much time has passed that she has almost forgotten the textbooks.
In my past life, I always typed on my phone and computer. Now I can read and pronounce many words, but I've forgotten how to write them down.
But she simply didn't have the energy today—to go into town to sell cured meat, or to go out into the city to fight.
Rong Zhaonan looked at the girl who was half-lying on the windowsill, turned around and casually poured her a glass of water.
Ning Yuan took the water, but suddenly took out mercurochrome and Tiger Balm from behind her back and beckoned to Rong Zhaonan: "Let me treat the injury on your face."
Rong Zhaonan said nonchalantly, "No need, it's just a minor injury."
“No, that won’t do. Your face is so beautiful, it wouldn’t be good to have a scar.” Ning Yuan disagreed and got up to pull him down to sit.
Rong Zhaonan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not refuse.
Under the oil lamp, Ning Yuan carefully bent down and meticulously treated the wounds on his face.
He squinted and realized that this girl really 'liked' his face—she simply liked his face.
This discovery left Rong Zhaonan with a strange feeling; he was inexplicably pleased, yet also somewhat annoyed.
"The work team came down today. Did they do anything to you?" Ning Yuan asked, still a little worried as she applied red medicine to his wound.
Rong Zhaonan said casually, "Nothing much."
It was a fight—he unilaterally gave Comrade Chen Chen, the leader of the work group, a sound beating.
It's quite a coincidence that this fake couple both got into a fight today.
Ning Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and threw away the cotton swab: "Thank goodness, I knew Li Yan wasn't the kind of person to mess around."
In life, he was neither a good husband nor a very good father.
However, in general, he has always been a good cadre with sound values and would never do anything to settle personal scores.
Rong Zhaonan raised his thin, white eyelids and glanced at her: "You seem to really know him."
Ning Yuan paused as she opened the bottle of medicated oil.
She then casually remarked, "In the past, Deputy Secretary Li often came to our village to help farmers and study with us educated youth, so I know him quite well."
“I noticed you rarely use titles like Deputy Secretary Li Yan or Staff Member Li Yan, so I assumed you two were dating before,” Rong Zhaonan said with a smirk.
Ning Yuan bit her lip, unconsciously increasing the pressure as she rubbed the bruise on his forehead: "Don't talk nonsense, Dr. Rong!"
She had absolutely no desire to have anything to do with Li Yan anymore.
But even after living together for decades, she still can't bring herself to talk about him like a complete stranger.
Rong Zhaonan let out a soft gasp and groaned, "Hiss... I know, be gentle."
He said it was nothing, but she got so angry and embarrassed that she attacked him.
Seeing Rong Zhaonan's handsome face scrunched up, his naturally reddened eyes gave him a somewhat aggrieved look.
Ning Yuan suddenly felt an urge to pinch his cheek.
She was then startled and immediately reflected on and examined herself—
I must be out of my mind to think that Boss Rong is so cute and even want to pinch his cheeks.
She muttered to herself, softening the pressure as she rubbed the bruise on his forehead: "It's good that you know it hurts. But if you talk nonsense again next time, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
“Flower? Who are you calling a flower?” Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow and pulled her hand away.
Ning Yuan smiled and said, "Look at your face, it's so beautiful, as pretty as a flower."
Rong Zhaonan's face instantly contorted into a disgusting expression, as if he had just eaten something nauseating: "Shut up, stop talking."
What tough guy would be called a "flower"? That's disgusting! No matter how much you like his face, you can't describe him like that!
Last time, anyone in the army who dared to talk back to him was beaten to a pulp by him.
Ning Yuan thought to herself, "In later generations, pretty boys are called 'flower boys,' but now they're so disliked."
The famous actor Tang Guoqiang later retired from acting for a long time because he was ridiculed for being a pretty boy and unable to get leading roles.
She chuckled and said, "Dr. Rong, don't be shy. You're prettier than me, as beautiful as a flower of the motherland. That's a compliment."
After saying that, seeing Rong Zhaonan's increasingly sour face, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She's really made something of herself, bullying big shots when they were still greenhorns, and suddenly feels so awesome!
The little spy dared to do something bad to him, he was courting death. Rong Zhaonan gave a dangerous twitch of his lips.
He suddenly pulled her, flipped her over, and pinned her down, his hand on her waist beginning to tickle her—
"Alright, now I'm going to deal with this 'flower'. You'll have to put up with it for the sake of my good looks."
Ning Yuan felt dizzy, then her skin tingled and tingled, and she couldn't help but curl up into a ball under him, struggling desperately.
"Hahaha...I was wrong...I...I was wrong...hahaha...Help!"
Rong Zhaonan watched as she curled up in his arms like a ball, begging for mercy, and a smile unconsciously crept into his usually cold eyes.
But he didn't mince words, ordering while he started doing it: "Where did you go wrong? Write a thousand-word self-criticism and reflection right here and now!"
Ning Yuan was already very sensitive to ticklish spots, and with him pinning her down, she couldn't move at all.
I'm dying! It's so itchy!
Tears welled in her eyes, and she trembled violently as she gripped his strong arm tightly, trying to stop him—
"I was wrong...I...hahaha...I...I am the true flower of the motherland...sob...haha..."
"You are the sunshine of our motherland... a true hero..."
"You are light...you are electricity...I confess...you are my only brother...please...have mercy..."
Rong Zhaonan looked at the petite girl beneath him, her long hair disheveled, her clothes in disarray, her large eyes filled with tears, her face flushed, and her breath trembling slightly.
He suddenly and involuntarily tightened his grip on her small waist, and her clothes were lifted up in the midst of their playful tussle.
His long fingers touched her skin without any obstruction, almost digging into the delicate skin of the girl's waist.
His slender body tensed up instantly, as if a sticky, hot sensation was spreading from his abdomen.
His sexy Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly released Ning Yuan, sitting up abruptly.
Ning Yuan finally caught her breath, half-paralyzed on the bed, feeling like she had lost half her life.
"Rong Zhaonan! You bastard!" She clutched her stomach and couldn't help but punch Rong Zhaonan in the back.
Damn, her chest and diaphragm were twitching from laughing so hard.
When Rong Zhaonan was touched by her, he jumped up as if he had been electrocuted and got off the bed.
"You go to sleep first, I'm going to take a shower."
Ning Yuan was puzzled. Hadn't he just taken a shower? Why was he going to take another shower?
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