A faint smile played on the manâs lips. He placed the meal container he was holding on the bedside table and stepped closer and closer to Wen Ci, his voice deep and magnetic. "Honey, donât get angry out of embarrassment."
"Whoâs angry out of embarrassment?" Wen Ci retorted.
With that, she gave Huo Jingyuan a huge eye-roll.
âThat damn man is the one with no self-control, and now heâs trying to pin the blame on me. Itâs unforgivable.â
Huo Jingyuan sat on the edge of the bed and snatched the ointment for the wound from Wen Ciâs hand. Suppressing his inner glee, he said calmly, "Be good. Let me help you apply it again."
Wen Ci: "!!!"
A blush spread across her face at a visible rate.
"Who asked you to help me apply it again?"
Unhurried and unbothered, Huo Jingyuan asked, "Can you finish applying it yourself?"
"Why couldnât I?"
In his eyes, Wen Ciâs retort made her look like a tiny, flustered animal, which was incredibly cute.
"Behave."
-
A while later, Wen Ci, her face flushed red, was being âforciblyâ treated by the man. The light touch of his rough fingertips felt exceptionally ticklish.
"Canât you be a little faster?"
Wen Ci stared straight at the ceiling, not daring to look down at Huo Jingyuan. At that inopportune moment, her stomach let out a loud protest.
"Iâll go wash my hands."
Huo Jingyuanâs gentle voice sounded out.
The ripples in the lake of Wen Ciâs heart gradually calmed.
âItâs finally over.â
The wind was blowing outside today. Wen Ci put on a thick coat when she got up. She went to the kitchen to wash her hands as well, sighing, "I wonder if my salary is enough to cover taking time off..."
Personal leave usually meant using your own salary to pay for a substitute.
As he got a bowl and filled it with rice, Huo Jingyuan said, "I applied for marriage leave, not personal leave. They wonât dock your pay."
"Huh?" Wen Ci blinked, her clear, moist eyes trembling slightly in disbelief. "But didnât I start work after we got married?"
"Yeah."
"You get marriage leave for that too?!"
A hint of excitement entered Wen Ciâs voice.
Huo Jingyuan opened the meal containers. One held stir-fried celtuce, and the other had tofu stir-fried with pork. "The benefits in the Northwest are good. Family members who have just moved here with the military and gotten married get seven days of marriage leave when they start a job at the hospital or a school."
This was to make things convenient for newlyweds.
It was a preventative measure against hot-blooded young men who didnât know restraint right after getting married.
Wen Ci smacked her lips. Looking at the delicious food, she picked up her chopsticks and tasted the celtuce. Due to the Northwestâs geographical location, vegetables were extremely scarce.
"Sister Jingâs cooking is as good as ever."
Huo Jingyuan gave his wife a reproachful look. She looked as satisfied as if she were eating some rare delicacy. "So what I cooked myself isnât good?"
"Er..." Wen Ci was mortified.
Huo Jingyuanâs cooking wasnât bad, but it was nowhere near Sister Jingâs level.
But seeing the reproachful look in his eyes, she grinned and looked at Huo Jingyuan, trying to curry favor. "Itâs delicious! Mr. Huoâs cooking is top-notch, too!"
After praising him, Wen Ci felt a sense of relief.
-
ăA few days later.ă
Although the Northwest Military Region was in a semi-closed state, military trucks returned every day, hauling various materials to build a stage, creating a festive atmosphere.
Wen Ci and Yu Qing were also working overtime to practice the Water Sleeve Dance.
The two had great chemistry and had even borrowed a drum from the Northwest Military Regionâs arts troupe. During practice, they used their two sets of sleeves to strike the drumâs surface.
Wen Ci, in her nurseâs uniform, was accompanying Yu Qing on her hospital rounds when she happened to overhear a few injured soldiers lamenting:
"If Iâd known, I wouldâve held back a bit during training. I twisted my ankle climbing over the wall, and now I canât even participate in Devilâs Week. There goes my Type 28 bicycle..."