When lovers quarrel, they quarrel verbally, but everything will be fine when they kiss each other. It's a typical case of a cat hating a dog and making up at the foot of the bed.
Yan Zeyang helped her put on the shoes that she had kicked off when they kissed just now. He looked at her wearing a red gauze dress, her skin so white that it dazzled his eyes. She sat delicately at the desk where he usually read, with the hem of her skirt hanging on his chair.
With red eyes, she stretched out her feet and let him put her shoes on. Then she looked left and touched right, just like a child who forgot everything after crying and was flipping through his book.
Yama felt that she was sitting right there, as if she were sitting on his heart.
He pulled her skirt down, then put his hand on her chest, where there were pearl buttons, several of which had opened just now. He stretched out his slender fingers, and gently and attentively buttoned up the opened buttons one by one.
Then he said to Wen Xin, "Come down."
After crying, Wen Xin's eyes were as clean as if they had been washed with water. She nodded, stretched out her arms to him, and let Yan Motou hug her tightly.
With just a slight effort, his muscular arms lifted her off the table. After lifting her off the table, he was still reluctant to let her go and kept holding this warm and soft body in his arms. The two of them stood there tightly together for a long time.
"Let's get married." Who said that Yama has no affection? He also has moments of psychological weakness. He buried his face in the warm and fragrant neck behind her ears, greedily inhaling the sweet and attractive scent from her body, and said this in a hoarse voice.
Wen Xin liked being held by him, that feeling was very comfortable. Yan Zeyang pressed her tightly against his chest and held her tightly in his arms. His body temperature was hot and scorching.
Wen Xin hasn't seen him for more than half a month. She misses him both mentally and physically.
Her physique determines that she is an extremely sensitive woman. She will be aroused by just a move or a slight teasing from her beloved.
But is it easier for Yama? He was the one having the worst time. Although he was standing still, his bones were as hard as steel.
Such men are rare.
Especially when he met Wen Xin, he had experienced an extremely heart-shaking and overwhelming spiritual and physical union with her. As long as he smelled the familiar fragrance on her that brought him incomparable pleasure, he would unconsciously... no matter how well he could control it, no matter how well he could conceal it, he could not restrain his true emotions.
Wen Xin felt a little uncomfortable in her arms, so she had to act like a spoiled child and kept whimpering.
She was wearing a red tulle skirt and twisted herself unruly in his arms.
"Don't move." Wen Xin felt his whole body tense up, and then he pressed her tightly with one hand, preventing her from looking up.
Outside the open window, there was a hustle and bustle of people. Many soldiers were walking towards the cafeteria. Although no one dared to run to the small building near the regiment commander's dormitory, they still had to pay attention to the impact of people coming and going on the playground.
After all, the dormitory is only a few square meters, and everything can be seen at a glance. Besides, this is not the place or time to do such things. There are so many eyes watching us, we have to leave in less than an hour.
The leader's girlfriend came and stayed in the single dormitory for an hour or two. Is it okay if it gets out?
What's more, the windows cannot be closed, and it would be even more strange if they were closed.
That's why Yama asked her that just now. Since she is married, she can apply for housing. The family building is going to be built soon. The conditions are very good. When Wenchen comes again in the future, she will have a place to live, even for overnight stay.
But she just wants to live here and doesn't want to get married, so how can they stay together legitimately?
As for Wen Xin, she wanted to date Yan Mo Tou, but she was also vaguely afraid of getting married, especially after she left Kyoto in tears the last time, she was heartbroken. This made her a little scared and she didn't dare to agree easily again.
In addition, after getting married and starting a family, she has no experience or mental preparation for social engagements, having children, and raising them. Sometimes she feels like she is still a child and is not very confident.
So she wants to date for a while longer and doesn't want to be tied down so early. Since she can date for a longer time, of course she wants to date more.
But Yama had asked her twice, and every time she refused, his face looked very unhappy. She didn't understand. She was not in a hurry, so why was he so anxious? So this time, she didn't dare to say anything.
Moreover, they had just had a quarrel and reconciled, and their sweetness hadn't lasted two minutes, but she could see that he really needed her to agree.
If she said again that she didn't want to get married and only wanted to fall in love, there was no guarantee that his noble and proud character would become arrogant and he would immediately let go of her and turn around and leave. This would not be the first time that this had happened.
So Wen Xin had a clever idea, "I have an exam now, so if I get pregnant, we can get married, okay?" Anyway, she had a natural contraceptive with a high concentration, which was no worse than the contraceptive pill.
As soon as she finished speaking, Yama paused for a moment, then raised his head from her neck. His expression was calm, but his eyes were looking at her intently. However, he did not agree or say yes or no. He just looked at her for a while before raising his eyebrows and scolding her: "Pregnancy, is this something you can talk about every day?" Shamelessly, he lowered his head to look at the watch on his wrist.
It was already past twelve o'clock. The cafeteria was basically empty at this time. The soldiers who were supposed to finish their meals had all left. He glanced at Wen Xin, who was pouting and looking unhappy, and then said in a slow voice, "Are you hungry? I'll take you to the cafeteria for dinner." After saying that, he turned around and opened the door. After opening it, he looked back at Wen Xin. Seeing that she didn't move, he glanced at her and said, "Why are you standing there? Why don't you leave?"
Wen Xin then pouted and ran past him like the wind, but in her heart she was complaining about his hypocrisy! What about pregnancy? Is it something she can talk about every day?
He did many things to make her pregnant. Why didn't he say at that time: Can you do this kind of thing every day?
People who do things without saying anything are too repressed and really hard to please. People like her are much simpler. She is open and honest by nature and never hides her needs.
She was wearing a red gauze dress and wanted to run out of the door, but after she had taken a few steps, Yama's head pulled her arm back like a kite's string.
"Why are you running? What if you fall?"
"Will you feel sad if I fall down?" Wen Xin turned around and gave him a loving hug, putting her arms around his waist and asked.
"Should!"
But now it was different from when they were in the room. Someone could show up at any time. Wen Xin just put her arms around her, but Yan Zeyang grabbed her white arm by the waist and pulled her down. It was also different from when they were in the room. He said seriously, "In the army, pay attention to the impact. Don't hug in front of outsiders. It's not good for others to see."
"Okay, what you said is right. If I listen to you, do you have any reward?" Wen Xin became more and more greedy and jogged beside him.
"What other reward do you want?" He looked at her without moving his brows, waiting to see what she could come up with.
Wen Xin pulled him, stood on tiptoes and whispered a few words in his ear.
After hearing this, Yama was stunned and then scolded: "Get out of here! Use your evil thoughts on your studies. Let's go and eat." After that, he strode away, so fast that Wen Xin could hardly catch up with him.
Only after they left the small building and reached the cafeteria entrance did he slow down his pace and wait leisurely for her to catch up.
"Why are you walking so fast? Are you shy?" Don't you just want to make love? Wen Xin was still a little out of breath. The army was really big and the way to the cafeteria was quite far. She was a little out of breath all the way.
"Behave yourself and don't talk nonsense when you go in, do you hear me?" After warning her, Captain Yan brought his little girlfriend into the military cafeteria.
The cafeteria is very large, with several windows and rows of tables and chairs inside. It is where the soldiers eat. Now that it is past mealtime, there are not many people inside and it is empty.
Yan Motou walked over, Wen Xin hid behind him and looked towards the window.
She was looking around the cafeteria, and several people working in the kitchen were all craning their necks to look at her.
"Oh, that's the leader's girlfriend?"
"She has fair skin and looks so pretty!"
"That gauze skirt is so pretty, and her waist is so thin!"
A kitchen lady took a closer look and said, "Well, don't be fooled by the thin waist and big butt. The first baby will definitely be a boy."
Others: “…” They are a couple, but they haven’t gotten married yet.
However, it’s almost time to get married after dating for a few months.
Yama came to the window with a warm feeling. The enthusiastic eyes of several people in the glass window were all on the leader's girlfriend. She looked even more beautiful up close, with a water-red dress and fair skin as tender as egg white.
Lao Yang, the chef in charge of the cafeteria, had heard that the group leader's girlfriend had arrived, and she even greeted him when she came to eat, so he was already prepared, but he didn't expect her to come so late.
However, when everyone saw the handsome little guy behind Captain Yan, they all knew that Captain Yan had calculated the time to bring him here. If he had brought him here when the cafeteria was busy, the soldiers would not have been able to eat.
The key is that the soldiers wanted to see it, but their commander was unwilling to let them see it. Who would want their delicate girl to be watched by a group of men? So they avoided the peak hours and brought her over after all the men had left.
Wen Xin smiled at them prettily, with two dimples on the corners of her mouth. Several people watching from the window looked even more excited.
She was just looking at the leftover soup and cold steamed buns in the window when she heard the chef, Old Yang, pass out two plates of food from the window. "Captain Yan, the political commissar has said hello. The food is reserved for you."
Master Chef Lao Yang is very capable and observant, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to reach this position of being in charge. Of course, those who can enter the canteen have connections and backers, but on the surface he is still a very capable person.
"Take it." Yan Zeyang signaled Wen Xin with his eyes.
Wen Sheng quickly took his own plate and said, "Thank you." He also thanked the manager, Old Yang, who pushed the plate out.
Wow, when several people listened, they found the voice so nice, like the singing of a little oriole, so lovely. What's more, she is so polite. She is indeed Captain Yan's wife, different from the rural wives of those squad leaders and platoon leaders.
Captain Yan took the plate from his hand and sat at the table by the window where the sun was shining brightly, with his confused partner who had been following him like a tail.
Wen Xin was really a little hungry. She had waited for a long time at the station early in the morning, and then took a two-hour bus ride. The mountain road was not easy to drive on and was very bumpy. When she got here, she cried sadly and consumed a lot of energy.
The food on the plate was specially prepared by Chef Yang in the canteen. Usually, Captain Yan ate in the canteen like the soldiers in the army, so there was nothing special about it. But it’s the first time her boyfriend comes over, so it’s only right that she be given some special treatment.
On the plate, there were steamed buns, porridge, braised pork, shredded pork with green peppers, mushrooms and bok choy, fried chicken nuggets and seaweed egg drop soup.
Wen Xin took a look and found it so rich that she couldn't help but pick up her chopsticks and eat it voraciously. The steamed bun was sweet and soft and tasted really good. She bit the steamed bun, sipped mushroom white tea, and drank egg drop soup. She didn't touch the meat or vegetables much. She only took a bite of the braised pork and ate two small pieces of fried chicken.
Yan Motou eats very quickly and efficiently, and he eats elegantly in front of others. After all, he has been in the army for so many years, so he has practiced eating fast. No matter how fast Wen Xin eats, she can't beat him.
Yama had been watching her coldly, and finally tapped the place containing the braised pork with the back of his chopsticks, "Don't always eat grass, eat some meat." This was specially prepared by the canteen. Although the food in the canteen was good, it was not available every day. If there was braised pork one day, the soldiers in the army would overturn the pot.
Since Wen Xin came into this world, she has never had to suffer in her mouth. When she was in the Yan family, she had no shortage of meat. Later, when she arrived in Longzhou, she bought it whenever she wanted to eat. Now in Shanghai, she cooks it herself or eats it in a restaurant, and she has never complained. People nowadays regard meat as a delicacy, but Wen Xin is not like that. She still counts the calories.
As a student of an art school, maintaining a good figure is a basic skill. She cooks more but eats less, and subconsciously tries to control the calories. Maybe it's because she has been too comfortable recently and someone is supporting her, so she has gained some weight, and her legs have become a little thick. She has to lose weight, so she looked at the red, greasy meat, frowned and said, "I will get fat if I eat too much. I want to lose weight. Please help me eat it." She discussed with him warmly in a low voice.
"Why do you want to lose weight? You've become so thin? Eat quickly." In Yan Zeyang's eyes, she was as thin as a chicken. She only had some flesh on her chest and buttocks, but it could only be grasped in one hand. The rest of her body was extremely thin. Her shoulders were full of bones, and there was no flesh on her waist. Her legs were even thinner.
Under his glare, Wen Xin ate a few more pieces of meat out of grievance, and thought fiercely in her heart that she must exercise more in the evening to burn off the few pieces of meat she had eaten.
Yan Motou finished eating within five minutes, and spent the rest of the time staring at Wen Xin while she ate. He watched her pick and choose on the plate, pushing the meat aside and only eating the green peppers and vegetables, as if she had never been hungry, and he remained silent.
At this time, the captain of the second squadron came with his sister. They came a little late, and there was only the soup base left from the meal, so they could only eat one bite.
Seeing Captain Yan and his partner sitting there, the captain of the second squadron walked over and sat with the captain.
His sister sat on the warm side.
Yan Motou and the squadron leader chatted for a few sentences, all of which were about the construction of the base. Wen Xin was still eating there. Captain Yan said that the food should not be left over and they had to eat as much as they wanted. Wen Xin wanted to cry but had no tears. This... this was too much. She didn't ask for so much. How could she possibly finish it?
A person sat down next to her, a young female comrade. Coincidentally, they knew each other. Yes, that female comrade was the woman who was wearing makeup and a striped black skirt and went to the army on the same bus in the morning.
It turned out that she was the squadron leader's sister and came to visit relatives.
"Your food is good, with braised pork." As soon as the female comrade sat down, she looked at the warm plate, seeing the combination of meat and vegetables, all delicious dishes. Then she looked at herself, which was just leftovers, and there was no meat at all, just vegetable soup. Her brother said it was steamed buns and kimchi soup, so she could just take a bite. But when she saw the warm plate, she was a little dissatisfied.
"Yeah, it's OK."
"We came late, there's no meat left, only soup." She looked at the warm plate, which was still full of fatty meat after only two spoonfuls of it, and asked, "How did you get the braised pork?"
Wen Xin was picking and choosing, eating with a frown on her face, "I don't know, my boyfriend did it."
As soon as Captain Yan was mentioned, the woman shut up and looked at the man opposite her. He was really strong and handsome. With the same short hair, her brother looked ugly. In comparison, Captain Yan showed more of a manly and resolute side.
Wen Xin really couldn't eat any more. There probably wasn't any leftovers in the army, so she had to look at him pitifully, "Comrade Ze Yang, I really can't finish it."
Although Yan Zeyang was talking to the captain of the second squadron, his eyes fell on her from time to time.
Seeing that she really couldn't finish it, he reached out and moved the plate over, "Give me the spoon."
Wen Xin quickly offered the spoon in her hand, along with half a steamed bun. Captain Yan ate the food with a few spoonfuls. After a few bites, he swallowed the steamed bun, stacked the empty plates together, stood up and said to the captain of the second squadron and his sister, "We're done eating, you guys take your time." Then he looked at Wen Xin and said, "Let's go."
Wen Xin immediately stood up from the stool, walked quickly over and followed Yan Zeyang. Yan Zeyang put away the empty plate and the two of them left the cafeteria.
The sister of the captain of the second squadron muttered to her brother: "Why is the partner of Captain Yan so delicate? She is not worthy of Captain Yan."
…
Yan Zeyang was very busy, so after dinner he let Wen Xin go to his dormitory to rest. In the afternoon, Wen Xin slept soundly on his single bed with the fresh scent of soap.
Captain Yan occasionally passed by and looked in the window, and saw that his tidy quilt, which was as neat as a model of housekeeping, was tossed about by her sleeping on it, and on his green military bed lay a sleeping beauty in a red gauze dress, sleeping like a child. Her skirt had ridden up to her knees, and her calves were falling off the side of the bed.
He quickly drew the curtains inside, closed the windows, and then left.
He was busy until nearly six in the afternoon. He brought rice and chicken from the cafeteria, put them in a bowl, and brought it to his dormitory for Wen Xin to eat.
Wen Xin didn't see him all afternoon, and finally saw him at dinner.
As soon as he came in, Wen Xin rushed over, hugged his waist, and took the opportunity to act coquettishly.
There was no other way. Her boyfriend was a soldier, and soldiers meant they were rarely together. They hadn't seen each other for half a month, and she missed him very much, so she seized every opportunity to be intimate with him.
"Okay, stop being a spoiled brat and come and eat."
Wen Xin hesitated for a while before running to sit on the chair at the desk and started eating from the bowl. There was hand-shredded chicken and rice with toppings. The portions were not much, and it was clear that she couldn't finish it.
Wen Xin's little red mouth was eating, and Yan Damu was sitting beside the bed, watching her.
After finishing a bowl of rice, Yan Zeyang stood up and said, "Let's go. I'll take you home."
Wen Xin was stunned for a moment. "It's so late, we still have to go back? I have another day off tomorrow, I can stay here, any conditions are fine, I don't mind." Wen Xin really wanted to stay in the military camp for a night. Tomorrow morning she could watch the soldiers doing drills, all of them were tall and had good figures.
"We are not married, so it is not suitable for you to spend the night here." Captain Yan took the key.
"Then we don't have to be together. I can sleep in another room." Wen Xin asked.
"It has a bad impact." Military wives can stay, but if unmarried ones stay, it will not have a good impact.
"Then I saw that the squadron leader's sister also said during dinner that she would stay that night and leave tomorrow morning."
Yan Zeyang looked at her, "How can it be the same? That person is his sister, a relative, not an unmarried man and woman. Now you know why I want you to marry me?" As long as they are not married, it is not right for two people to be together, and they must be careful about their behavior wherever they go.
Wen Xin pouted and didn't argue with him.
It was after six o'clock and it was already dark.
Yan Zeyang drove a jeep with Wen Xin on the rugged mountain road. The road to the base was closed to traffic and there were only two special lines going back and forth a day. After walking for half a day, there was only one jeep on this road.
Wen Xin finally realized how difficult and time-consuming it was for Yan Mo to travel back and forth on this road every time. Every time he went back and forth, he had to drive for more than three hours in such a boring way. It was really hard. Just to go back and see her, he had to get up early in the morning.
Wen Xin felt a little distressed.
In the car, I wanted to give him a considerate massage. He held the steering wheel with one hand, and Wen Xin massaged his other hand.
But between lovers, especially those who haven't seen each other for a long time, let alone pressing a few fingers or pinching a few fingertips, sometimes just a look can cause a reaction.
And now, on a deserted road, in the pitch-black night, the two of them were in a small car space together. With Wen Xin's faint fragrance filling the car space, and her touch, Yan Motou was able to remain calm at first.
Isn't his greatest strength his amazing self-control?
But no matter how strong his self-control was, he couldn't resist the presence of a favorite little elf next to him, who touched him here and there, and couldn't help but come over and kiss him sweetly several times, leaving wetness on his cheeks.
Which man can stand being moaned by a woman like this? However, Yama could endure it. But the little goblin next to him used the ultimate weapon, moaned and said that she was uncomfortable, then took off her clothes and hung them around her ankles.
A strap was soon hanging on the snow-white ankle wearing a small white leather shoe. With the help of the light inside the car, Yan Zeyang could clearly see the mark on it.
Originally he had been suppressing himself, thinking that he would be home soon, not at this moment. But now, the emotion in his heart was gushing out like a spring, and he could no longer suppress it.
He squeaked the car to a stop on the deserted mountain road, then turned around and stared at her with burning eyes.
"There's only an hour left on the journey, can't you wait?" He looked at the warm, bold and enthusiastic rosy little face, his eyes full of what she wanted, and he grabbed the ankle with the strap on it fiercely.
Just one look at his Adam's apple made it feel hot.
This was the combination of his body and mind that he desperately desired. It was the image that filled his mind with longing for her countless times while he lay on the single bed in the dormitory when he couldn't see her.
Wen Xin realized at this time that she had gone too far. Looking at Yan Motou who was almost losing his mind with veins tangled on his body, she let out a moan and finally felt scared.
But she had caused the trouble and had to bear it even if she cried. After all, once the sleeping tiger woke up, she would have nowhere to retreat.
Yan Motou stared at her with a cold gaze, one hand folded, and with the other hand, he untied the belt around his waist with all his strength...
You want it, right? Satisfy you!
Soon a soft cry from a woman was heard in the car.
Yama was a strong man, and the time was very long, nearly an hour. During this time, it was enough for him to cry out of unconsciousness with warmth and emotion eight or ten times.
Later, the space in the car was too small to allow me to perform, and the door was soon opened by Yama...
When their love reached its peak, Yama leaned over and kissed her lips, face, behind her ears and neck non-stop like a chick pecking at rice. The kiss was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, like love and deep affection.
Wen Xin didn't know when she was carried into the car, and she woke up when the car stopped.
It was in the arms of Yamatou. He picked her up from the car, closed the door with his foot, and then held her in her very disheveled red dress, walked up the stairs step by step.
The evening breeze was blowing gently, and she felt warm and obedient, but in fact she was leaning weakly in his arms.
He went up to the top floor as if he was carrying his bride in red, and carried her into his bridal chamber, onto the bed in the bedroom he had specially prepared for her.
In the end, Wen Xin felt a little pain, and then Yama sent him to her.
She felt as if she was filled up, and she cried. She would never dare to flirt casually again. Who would have thought that she flirted with him without taking it so seriously. She originally wanted to test his willpower, but she didn't expect that she would accidentally get out of hand.
She was afraid when he got serious.
When Yan Zeyang left in the morning, he put something on Wen Xin's waist, and saw that she was sleeping sweetly on the bed. He kissed her lips before going downstairs.
He drove the jeep back to the troops.
…
Political Commissar Ye took a walk early in the morning and was about to return to the office when he saw Yama washing the car downstairs?
Several soldiers saw their demon Yan wiping his own car and were frightened. They ran over to help, but were blasted back by Yan Mo.
Political Commissar Ye shook his head. He thought Ze Yang had gotten rid of his obsessive-compulsive disorder during the past two years in the military camp, but it still hasn't changed. He even has to clean the car himself, not trusting others to do it. Look, he is wiping the door, the front of the car, the mirrors, and the glass windows very clean. He even wiped the leather inside the seat twice, very carefully.
He didn't even use his own soldiers to touch his car. How much does he love this jeep? It has never been like this before.
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