"Damn it, I'm also the battalion commander's wife, why doesn't anyone come to please me?" Shen Anan said unwillingly.
In addition, she had made a fool of herself by being splashed with urine in the military camp. Not to mention trying to please her, she even heard someone laughing at her from behind.
The more he thought about it, the more unwilling Shen Anan became.
Thinking out of sight, out of mind, I simply turned my back.
There is a party tonight. First, the art soldiers will perform on stage. Jiang Zhining sits quietly beside Song Yuzhou and enjoys the performance together.
Song Yuzhou held her hand and felt the coldness of her palm.
"Your hands are cold. Are you cold?" Song Yuzhou asked in a low voice.
Jiang Zhining leaned forward and responded, "Maybe it's a bit cold from sitting still all the time."
Hearing this, Song Yuzhou frowned slightly.
"I'll be back soon." Song Yuzhou said, and quietly got up and left.
Jiang Zhining was puzzled, but didn't ask any more questions.
About twenty minutes later, Song Yuzhou came jogging over.
"Where did you go?" Jiang Zhining was surprised.
Song Yuzhou didn't say anything, but just stuffed something into her hand: "Take it."
Jiang Zhining looked down curiously and saw a small copper stove in her hand, with steam coming out of it.
"A hand warmer?"
"Well, this copper stove is good for warming your hands. I saw the commander used it a few days ago, so I borrowed it."
Thinking of the scene where he was teased for shamelessly borrowing the copper furnace, Song Yuzhou's ears felt slightly hot.
Jiang Zhining held the copper stove, and felt her cold hands instantly warm. The heat also spread from her palms to the surroundings.
"Comrade Yuzhou."
"Hmm?" Song Yuzhou leaned over and looked at her sideways.
The next second, Jiang Zhining quickly kissed him on the lips: "Reward."
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