Song Zhanjin was very strong and he carried the bucket of water with both hands. Soon, the big wooden barrel was filled with hot water.
"You wash first!"
Looking at Lin Wanjun's rosy face, Song Zhanjin's throat became so dry that even his voice was a little hoarse.
Lin Wanjun is a master of talking nonsense, and when she is nervous, her mouth speaks faster than her brain.
She was obviously also a little chick, but when Song Zhanjin passed by and asked her to take a shower first, her mind twitched, the corners of her mouth twitched, and fierce words suddenly popped out of her mouth.
"Let's wash together!"
In an instant, Song Zhanjin stopped, his already strong back became even more tense, and his muscles trembled slightly.
After a moment, he turned and looked at the woman in the mist.
"Are you sure?"
Lin Wanjun laughed awkwardly, wanting to say that she was just joking and Captain Song didn't need to take it seriously.
But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he suddenly choked.
"Why, are you scared?"
These words are tantamount to provoking a man's self-esteem. How can Song Zhanjin be afraid?
He said nothing, walked to the yard and locked the fence gate, then went back to the house and locked the door again, and even locked the windows tightly.
The air suddenly stopped circulating.
The Gobi Desert is obviously cold in early winter, but at this moment, the room is steaming hot and beads of sweat are quietly appearing on Lin Wanjun's palms.
Seeing Song Zhanjin taking off his clothes, she could hardly laugh anymore.
She wanted to give in and admit defeat, but the competitive female doctor felt it would be a loss of face.
As a seed player who has watched countless movies and has been hanging out with a certain PO and a certain Tang for many years, how could she lose to Song Zhanjin, a greenhorn?
Well, you must overwhelm the opponent with momentum!
Coincidentally, Song Zhanjin thought so too!
As a man who never loses a battle, how can I give in in such a situation?
Well, all combat experience is explored and summarized in actual combat!
The face-saving couple is now fighting for honor.
No one said a word, no one admitted defeat, they just kept taking off their clothes, even afraid that they would lose the "battle" if they were a step slower.
Coincidentally, the candle, which was originally only a small piece left, was extinguished the moment Lin Wanjun's clothes fell.
The room was completely dark, not even the moonlight could penetrate.
Lin Wanjun groped her way to the edge of the bathtub, and almost at the same time, Song Zhanjin also came over.
They collided in the darkness, and it was unknown who reached out first. The next moment, like dry wood meeting fire, they hugged each other in an instant.
Song Zhanjin picked up Lin Wanjun horizontally and put her into a wooden barrel that could only accommodate one person.
He leaned over, hugged her tightly from behind, pinched her chin with his hand, and forced her to turn her head.
Lin Wanjun was not to be outdone.
She simply turned around and faced Song Zhanjin's attack head-on, raised her hands to climb onto his neck, and fought back fiercely...
It was not until the water in the wooden barrel turned cold that Song Zhanjin finally let her go reluctantly.
Or rather, it was Lin Wanjun who pushed him away.
There is no question of who is active and who is passive. They are both proud and unwilling to admit defeat. Even at this moment, they are determined not to fall behind the other even a little bit.
Song Zhanjin pulled the quilt over Lin Wanjun, trying to calm his restless heart, but in the end he couldn't help himself and leaned over to kiss the girl's lips again...
Song Zhanjin found another candle and lit it.
The ground was a mess. The water in the wooden barrel was all over the ground and had seeped into the floor tiles.
The two people's clothes were thrown on the ground, already soaked by water, as if silently announcing an ambiguous relationship...
Song Zhanjin turned his head and looked at Lin Wanjun lying on the bed.
Her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were flushed. Her body, curled up in the quilt, was rising and falling rapidly. Her red lips were slightly parted, and the scar at the corner of her lips was particularly obvious.
It was bitten by Song Zhanjin.
Noticing Song Zhanjin's gaze, Lin Wanjun opened her eyes and looked at him seductively.
She touched the wound at the corner of her mouth and couldn't help cursing.
"Are you born in the Year of the Dog?"
Song Zhanjin was a little dissatisfied and pointed at the rows of teeth marks on his body.
"Same here!"
After looking at each other for a moment, both of them couldn't help laughing.
Lin Wanjun pulled the quilt over her face and chuckled, as if she had been fed honey and felt sweet from the inside out.
What is this called?
Knowing that there is a tiger in the mountain, I still go there.
Even though I know that love is unreliable, I still can't help but sink into it.
But who cares?
Let’s talk about the future later, enjoy it now!
Song Zhanjin poured out the water in the wooden barrel, washed his and Lin Wanjun's clothes and hung them in the yard, then returned to the room feeling cool.
After blowing out the candle and getting into bed, Lin Wanjun couldn't help screaming as soon as she got into the quilt.
"It's so cold!"
The more she hid, the more Song Zhanjin chased her, deliberately putting his cold hands on her skin, and the two of them started a fight.
When he was about to lose control, Song Zhanjin finally hugged Lin Wanjun tightly to stop her from moving.
They felt each other's warmth and breath, hugging each other tightly on this early winter night.
"Aren't you angry?"
After a long time, Lin Wanjun finally spoke.
Although this question made no sense, Song Zhanjin knew what she was asking.
"Don't be angry! Even if you don't push me away, I will control myself!"
Yes, in the situation just now, at the most intense moment, Lin Wanjun pushed Song Zhanjin away, ending this "battle" that was almost out of control.
A man who is rejected should be unhappy, right?
"If we were still in the military compound, no matter how you refused, I would definitely capture the city, but the current situation is too special."
Song Zhanjin put his arm around Lin Wanjun's shoulders.
"I can't and won't let you get pregnant and give birth under these conditions. I can't put you in danger for my own selfish desires!"
Here, a common cold or diarrhea may take a life, not to mention pregnancy and childbirth, which are like lingering on the doorstep of hell.
Just one month before they arrived at the cadre school, a pregnant woman died of heavy bleeding, leaving two lives lost without even a chance of treatment.
Lin Wanjun couldn't help but be moved.
Driven by such human instinct, Song Zhanjin, who is in his prime, can still restrain himself and think about her wholeheartedly. Where can you find such a husband?
I have to admit that the male protagonist created by the original author is perfect, excellent and fascinating. No wonder Dong Yingying would go thousands of miles to chase him regardless of everything.
Before, she always treated Song Zhanjin with an indifferent attitude and was mentally prepared to run away at any time.
But now...
The fickle Lin Wanjun suddenly raised her arms and hugged Song Zhanjin tightly.
"When I'm away for the next few days, you must observe the moral code of conduct and not meet with Dong Yingying privately!"
Hearing this, Song Zhanjin was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Why are you mentioning Dong Yingying again? I've explained to you countless times that I have nothing to do with her!"
Lin Wanjun snorted arrogantly.
"So, tell me, if she and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?"
Song Zhanjin laughed and leaned forward to peck Lin Wanjun's lips.
"Of course I'll save you first! Not only that, I'll also give you artificial respiration. Come, let's practice artificial respiration in advance..."
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