An office of an administrative agency in Kyoto.
"Report."
"Come in."
A certain first-level military commander walked in, saluted solemnly, and then said: "Commander, please take a look at this application..."
Yan Weiguo was flipping through the documents. "Ah, Xiao Wang, sit down."
"I dare not disturb the leader. It was Captain Yan's request." The other party added.
"Yes." Yan Weiguo took off his glasses, reached out to take it, took a look, and put the application aside. "Okay, I understand. You go back first. I'll find you if there's anything else."
It was not difficult to approve this application, but because he was the chief's son, he still sent the application over. It would be better for the chief to review it personally. After the other party saluted again, he left the office.
After being busy for a long time, Yan Weiguo seriously picked up the application report. After reading it, he opened the drawer on the right and put the application in it.
…
"Auntie, did you not sleep well?" Wen Xin saw that He Wenyan was not in a good mood today. She did not eat much during the meal. She made pan-fried fish in the evening and ate it with steamed rice. It was especially delicious. The soup was also shrimp seafood soup. Although it was just a handful of shrimps in the water and a few vegetable leaves thrown in, the clear soup was very delicious and refreshing, and it could remove greasiness. However, He Wenyan seemed to have a poor appetite.
"Well, there were a lot of things going on in the hospital these days, and I didn't get much rest." He Wenyan replied casually. The hospital was indeed busy these days, and Yan Weiguo had not been home for several days. She was not his original wife, and he had no emotional foundation for her. In addition, given his position, it was normal for him not to come back for several days.
What made He Wenyan exhausted was that every time she called him cautiously, she always asked him when he would be back, and she didn't even dare to ask what he was busy with. His reply was always, "You guys eat first, you don't have to wait for me."
Occasionally he would say, "Thank you for your hard work," and then hang up the phone.
She would burst into tears.
Now we see Wen Xin and Yan Weiguo’s son are together. She is an experienced person. What was Yan Weiguo’s son like at home before? He acted like a rich young master. When did he ever serve the dishes to the table? Now even when Wen Xin is serving soup, he hands her the spoon.
Yan Zeyang is attentive and considerate to Wen Xin, and one can tell without even looking that he keeps it in mind. However, Yan Weiguo would never treat her like that. He Wenyan's disappointment is inevitable. She knew this would be the result when she got married, but she felt that feelings can be cultivated. However, she now finds that no matter how hard she tries to maintain the relationship, it cannot overcome the fact that the two of them are often apart.
"Aunt He, I have some sleeping-aid medicated oil. I'll send it to you later. It's quite effective." In fact, it's lavender essential oil, which can soothe emotions and help you fall asleep peacefully. Because the oil extracted by the system is relatively pure, it's very effective.
Yan Motou glanced at Wen Xin while picking up the food. He and He Wenyan were not on bad terms. He knew very well how she married his father Yan Weiguo. She interrupted his plan. His father would not buy into her pillow talk. She was like this now only because she had no other choice.
After being glanced at lightly by Yan Motou, Wen Xin quickly shrank her neck and lowered her head to eat. After a while, Yan Zeyang casually picked up a piece of scallop and egg with chopsticks and gave it to Wen Xin. He Wenyan was not in good spirits and did not see it.
Wen Xin ate the egg scallop that he brought over, and she took a sip with her happy little mouth before eating it. It was indeed because they had kissed before. Before, he would never use his chopsticks to pick up food for others. As long as a man and a woman have kissed before, they will not be disgusted with it. Since they have kissed before, there is nothing to be disgusted with.
If Yama hates someone, he really hates him, but if he likes someone, he really likes him. During the meal, he glanced at Wen Xin countless times, always paying attention to her needs. When she wanted a full bowl of soup, he scooped it into the bowl.
Wen Xin had a smile on her face and nodded in her heart. Well, in the original world, she couldn't find a man who suited her taste so well, who was handsome, abstinent and considerate.
After dinner, Wen Xin poured some lavender essential oil and gave it to He Wenyan. He Wenyan really didn't get enough rest in the past two days. When Wen Xin took it, she just tried it. Unexpectedly, after closing her eyes for a while, she really fell asleep.
For fear of disturbing He Wenyan's rest, Wen Xin took a gentle shower, applied moisturizing oil all over her body, took care of her hair, and let it dry half-way before returning to the room. She looked at the time and it was already nine o'clock. She tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. This time it was her turn to suffer from insomnia. Of course, the insomnia was because of the meat in her mouth. She could only look at it but couldn't eat it. It was really annoying.
She suddenly stood up, put on some clothes, and tiptoed upstairs.
The bedroom door on the second floor was not closed tightly, and there was a faint light coming through the gap. Wen Xin took off the clothes she was wearing and threw them on the sofa, then took a clean white shirt that Yan Zeyang had placed on the sofa and put it on.
The hem of her dress just reached her thighs, revealing her beautiful legs as white as snow. There was an extreme temptation when she walked slightly. Wen Xin pushed her long hair back, walked over and slowly opened the door.
Yan Qingze was leaning on the bed reading a military book. His hair was wet, as if he had just washed it. He was wearing a black vest, revealing his strong shoulders and chest muscles. The muscles on his body were not like the big muscle groups that were grown by gym eggs in later generations and fed with drugs. Those muscles had no strength at all, like flowers in a greenhouse, which could not withstand the abuse. If he fought with someone who had really trained hard, he would just get beaten.
Yama's muscles are the kind that are hidden under the skin. They contain huge energy and are obviously very powerful. They are the kind of power muscles that can cripple someone with one punch. These muscles are more streamlined and easier to hide. They will only emerge when he exerts a little force. Now they are obviously in a relaxed state.
However, as soon as Wen Xin came in, Yan Zeyang looked up at her in shock. Seeing her wearing her own shirt, he almost dropped the huge book in his hand.
The muscles in my arms and shoulders tensed again, and veins popped up in my neck.
Yama felt that the panic he had never experienced in his life was about to rise in his heart.
"It's so late, what are you doing here? Go back quickly!" He stood up from the bed immediately as if he was on fire.
He walked over and blocked Wen Xin on the desk, asking her to go back to her room.
Under the dim light of the desk lamp, Wen Xin's fair little face looked a little aggrieved. She pursed her lips and looked dimly at Yama, who was staring at her nervously and wanted to drive her away. It was not like this in her room before. He couldn't let go of her.
Her cheeks were rosy as she watched him hold her armpits with both hands, and then...
As a result, he restrained himself and reached out to button her shirt.
You can still be so tenacious even in such a situation. Are you a human being?
The more he talked, the more Wen Xin stayed. She ran her hand across the desk in his room, which was spotless.
There was nothing special about Yan Mo's room. It was square and everything was neatly arranged. Even the army green bed sheets were straight and smooth, as if no one slept there.
No wonder, no wonder she had to work so hard to seduce him, this is a very self-disciplined man, is he the kind of self-disciplined man who can control everything by controlling himself?
hehe.
Wen Xin walked to his bed and sat down.
Yan Motou's face looked very ugly. He walked up to her, lowered his head and said to her sternly: "...We can't make any more mistakes. This is a matter of principle. It's so late, it's not suitable for you to stay in the room. Go back and wait for us to get married in the future..." Before he finished speaking, Wen Xin lowered her head and began to unbutton her clothes.
Yama was so scared that he quickly reached out to stop her, "You can't take it off. This is too inappropriate. Do you still behave like a lesbian? Put it on!" Yama almost yelled at her.
"What should I do when I miss you? I can't sleep because I miss you. I just want to hug you, and I want you to hug me. Please hug me. I feel empty, lonely and cold..." Wen Wen threw herself into his arms and started to act coquettishly.
"What? Cold?" Yan Motou quickly hugged her tightly, "Who told you to wear so little? Go back and put on some clothes!"
Wen Xin: “…”Is this male protagonist so unromantic?
"Then warm me up. I'll go back when I'm warm." Wen Xin stood on tiptoe and hugged his neck, pressing her face against his strong chest, asking him without any shame.
"Nuan..." Yan Motou grabbed her shoulders, almost trying to talk to her. He held her and said, "Go back, be obedient, wait a few days, I..."
Wen Xin didn't wait for him to finish and broke free from him. His shirt was too big for her, and when she came in, the collar was tilted on one shoulder, revealing half of her shoulder. Under the light, she looked like a charming fairy, a big rabbit fairy with fair skin, red lips, and pure and enchanting beauty.
Who in this era has ever seen such extreme beauty? No matter how powerful Yan Mo was in the army and how strong his self-control was, he had never seen a woman wearing his shirt, looking at him with a pure and charming face, and slightly opening her bright red lips to him.
The top two buttons of the dress had long been opened, and the collar slowly slid down, revealing two shoulders and collarbones, and then it was just like in the original world, wearing a wide-V dress stuck on the chest.
"Wen Xin!" Yan Mo's tone was already very stern, "I'm warning you, you are not allowed to..."
Before he could finish his words, the nightmare reappeared.
The front buckle was undone in an instant.
Yama's head was choked there, and he had nothing to say.
…
Wen Xin knew in the afternoon that he liked her. He liked her so much that he couldn't let her go and couldn't stop talking about her.
So, she repeated her old tricks, not believing that she couldn't seduce him. If you want to have a spiritual relationship with an abstinent man, it will probably take at least two or three years. Two or three years? Wen Xin was sure that she didn't have that kind of patience.
This kind of celebrity temptation style, which looks like it is printed on the cover page of a modern photo album, is unbearable for any man of this era.
Inside the closed bedroom door.
It was so quiet that no one knew what was going on inside.
Only occasionally there would be a few sounds...
Half an hour later, Wen Xin was picked up horizontally by Yan Motou with her shirt in a mess. He bent down and kissed her lips as they walked. Wen Xin's weight was no pressure for him at all.
He held her in his strong arms, walked down the stairs steadily, carried her all the way back to her room, put her on the bed, and kissed her several times.
Wen Xin turned over in bed angrily. When she was put down just now, she kicked him several times, which showed how angry she was.
He actually held back at the last moment. He is worthy of being the male protagonist with a will of steel. She is a little respectful and afraid of him. What kind of Liu Xia Hui is he? His anti-seduction index is over a hundred plus.
This straight man who can't be seduced no matter how hard she tries, if he can't feel it... she would suspect that he has a problem.
She suspected that if his willpower was used during the Anti-Japanese War, he would be the kind of hero in anti-Japanese movies who would never betray no matter how severe the torture was, which would be awe-inspiring.
"Go to sleep." He said in a low and hoarse voice, standing beside her bed for a long time before he walked out quietly, closed the door, and breathed a warm sigh of relief.
Forget it, she kicked the quilt to her feet and went to sleep.
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