Song Qinghe was somewhat tempted, perhaps because of the impending long-distance relationship, she cherished this time together all the more.
When the rich aroma of fish soup wafted out, Song Qinghe made no attempt to hide her praise for Lu Zhaolin.
"Commander Lu's cooking skills have improved; this fish soup smells delicious!"
"Let me serve you a bowl to try first, then I'll heat up the rest of the food, and then we'll eat!"
"good."
Song Qinghe nodded obediently, wanting to experience the treatment that was usually reserved for children. She never expected to receive it herself.
Lu Zhaolin was definitely considerate towards her; compared to others, he was really quite good.
Lu Zhaolin quickly ladled a bowl of fish soup for her and placed it aside, reminding her to let it cool down before drinking it and to be careful not to burn herself.
Song Qinghe said softly, "I understand, thank you for your concern, Battalion Commander Lu!"
After saying that, she took the initiative to hook her arms around his neck and kissed his chin.
Lu Zhaolin swallowed silently, not daring to provoke her. He could only say that she knew how to flirt.
A casual little gesture was enough to make him forget his own name.
Lu Zhaolin looked at her silently, slightly helpless. At this moment, he finally realized a very serious problem: he was doomed to be in her hands for the rest of his life.
And she's the type you can never bring yourself to say anything harsh to.
He thought everything she did was good.
Song Qinghe felt a little shy under his gaze and deliberately asked, "What, you don't like it?"
Lu Zhaolin tapped his lips and said, "No, that's not true. I like it. Give me another kiss, here."
His wife rarely takes the initiative, so he only feels unsatisfied and how could he not like it?
Song Qinghe smiled and said, "I'll owe you for now. We can kiss tonight. Let's eat first!"
One kiss is enough. If they keep kissing, they won't need to eat. They can just keep kissing each other all the time.
Song Qinghe thought to herself, although Lu Zhaolin's willpower was still good, her own was not so good.
If they continued kissing, it's really hard to say what might happen.
Just to be on the safe side, let's forget about it.
Upon hearing her say that, Lu Zhaolin was immediately filled with anticipation for the night's activities.
However, he suddenly remembered something: he hadn't gone to Old Liu to get a certificate to prove that he was fine.
Judging from his wife's expression, she didn't seem to have thought of this either.
Lu Zhaolin's eyes flickered slightly. If his wife didn't ask, he wouldn't say anything.
Anyway, he felt that there was nothing wrong with his body, so there was no point in asking him questions.
Lu Zhaolin felt it was better to be more alert and mindful, saying what needed to be said and refraining from saying what shouldn't be said.
Otherwise, things might not end well.
What if his wife won't let him touch her because of this?
He'll suffocate.
Lu Zhaolin decided to laugh it off and gloss over the matter, figuring he could deal with it later.
You absolutely must not mention it!
So during meals, Song Qinghe would often notice Lu Zhaolin secretly watching her, glancing at her every now and then.
She even wondered if there were grains of rice stuck to her lips, which was why he was staring at her like that.
Song Qinghe wiped her lips and found nothing, which made her a little puzzled.
"Lu Zhaolin, what are you looking at?"
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