The silence in the air was eerily quiet.
Yu Yao sat in the chair with her head down, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself in it.
Or you could move into the courtyard house you just dug out with your toes.
What could be more embarrassing than bragging about something in that area and then being caught red-handed by the person in the act?
Yu Yao was inwardly panicking, but outwardly she tried to remain calm.
I silently told myself that as long as I wasn't embarrassed, it was others who would be embarrassed.
As it turns out, this approach did have some effect.
Yu Yao felt less ashamed and dared to raise her head.
Then Lu Ze said, "Time's up, give me the thermometer."
Seeing that he didn't mention what had just happened, Yu Yao dared to look up again. She took the thermometer out from under her arm and handed it to Lu Ze, while secretly watching his reaction.
Seeing that he really didn't intend to pursue the matter, I instantly calmed down.
"What's your temperature? Has your fever gone down?" Although her voice was still a little hoarse, her headache had subsided and her throat felt much better.
Lu Ze glanced at her and said, "37.3 degrees Celsius, the fever's gone. Do you want some water?"
Yu Yao nodded, took the enamel mug, and sipped the mint water.
Just when she thought the incident was over, Lu Ze suddenly looked down at her, meeting her gaze. His dark eyes met hers as he asked, "Walking with your legs against the wall, seven times a night—is that what you expect from me?"
"Huh? What?"
Realizing what she had said, Yu Yao felt embarrassed and drank water guiltily. "I just blurted it out in the heat of the moment. Just now, Sister-in-law Yu Feng asked me if I had any skills in that area. I couldn't very well tell her that we were just casually chatting in bed. People would think I didn't want to talk about it."
She should have known better than to say such things; who knew Lu Ze would overhear her?
He won't be hurt or have his pride damaged.
Unexpectedly, Lu Ze was not only not discouraged, but instead seriously explained: "From a physiological point of view, it is not realistic and unhealthy for a man to have so many times in a short period of time. This is indeed an exaggeration."
At this point, he changed the subject, "However, with enhanced physical training, a few men with strong physiques can achieve that. I'm not sure if I can do it, but if you'd like, I'll try my best..."
Yu Yao was completely shocked.
What does it mean that if she likes something, he will try his best to do it?
Is this something she could hear from the aloof and ascetic Lu Ze?
"You, you, Lu Ze, something's not right with you today."
Could it be that he caught it from me? Yu Yao got up and touched Lu Ze's forehead. "He doesn't have a fever. Why are you saying such things that could be misunderstood?"
Lu Ze looked at her with his dark eyes and said seriously, "Yu Yao, I want to start dating you from the moment we get married, not as comrades-in-arms or friends, but as revolutionary partners who will support each other through thick and thin. Are you willing?"
Yu Yao looked at Lu Ze, her heart pounding in her throat.
Is Lu Ze confessing his feelings to her?
She was completely flustered; someone who had never been in a relationship really had no experience dealing with this kind of situation.
This man is exceptional; aside from his embarrassing issues, he's top-notch in every other way.
She simply couldn't bring herself to refuse.
But she still had some reservations about agreeing.
As for that problem, let's try to see if there are any other solutions.
Even if it really doesn't work out, it doesn't matter; what she cares about is Lu Ze as a person.
Physical compatibility is important, but as my best friend from a past life once said, there are actually many ways for men and women to be intimate, and it doesn't necessarily have to be...
If the bottom doesn't work, there's always the top.
If that didn't work, her gaze fell on Lu Ze's slender, pianist-like hands.
From her perspective, his fingers were long and slender, with calluses on the base of his thumb, making them appear slightly rough.
Ahem, stop it, I can't let my mind wander anymore.
Yu Yao's mind was filled with colors. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the junk in her mind.
When Lu Ze saw her shake her head, he thought she was unwilling and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to give me an answer now, I can wait. I picked some fresh mangosteens for you, I'll make you candied mangosteens."
After saying that, Lu Ze let go of her hand and was about to leave.
When Yu Yao saw him about to leave, she had only one thought in her mind: she didn't want him to leave just like that.
Having sorted out her thoughts, she acted faster than she thought, pulling Lu Ze back.
Lu Ze was pulled down onto the bamboo bed by her, and to avoid crushing her, he braced himself on his hands beside her.
He looked down at her, his cold and handsome features still appealing to her aesthetic sensibilities.
Yu Yao lay beneath him, her peach blossom eyes looking at him with a smile, and slowly said, "Aren't you going to hear my answer before you leave?"
Lu Ze's palms were sweating. For the first time ever, Commander Lu, who was never nervous in the face of gunfire, was nervous.
Yu Yao smiled and suddenly reached out her slender arm to wrap around his neck, gently kissing his thin lips.
Since Lu Ze has already spoken up, and you've been lusting after his body for so long, why should you force yourself to be like him?
After the kiss, she looked at Lu Ze and said seriously, "This is my answer."
Lu Ze's pupils contracted slightly, his face remained calm, but his ears were already bright red.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Song Yiming's voice, "Regimental Commander, the Division Commander wants you to come over when you have time..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yiming froze in the center of the main room.
What did he see?
In broad daylight, the regimental commander pressed his sister-in-law down on the bed, supporting himself on one side of her with one hand and holding her waist with the other, their lips less than ten centimeters apart.
He noticed with his sharp eyes that his commander's lips were still wet, which was definitely not rainwater; the reason was obvious.
Good heavens, is this something he can watch for free?
"I've delivered the message, I won't bother you any longer." Song Yiming turned and left without another word, as if his backside was on fire.
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