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Chapter 83 Be good, let me apply it for you again.

A faint smile played on the man's lips as he placed the lunchbox beside the bed and approached Wen Ci step by step, his voice deep and resonant: "Wife, don't get angry."

“Who’s getting angry?” Wen Ci retorted.

After saying that, she rolled her eyes at Huo Jingyuan.

It's clearly a shameless scoundrel who doesn't know how to control himself, and now he's trying to shift the blame onto me. He's utterly unforgivable.

Huo Jingyuan sat down on the edge of the bed, took the ointment for applying the wound from Wen Ci's hand, suppressed his inner excitement, and said calmly, "Be good, let me apply it for you again."

Wen Ci: "!!!"

Her face flushed at a visible speed.

"Who needs you to apply it again?"

Huo Jingyuan remained calm and composed: "Can you finish applying it yourself?"

"Why not?"

Wen Ci's rebuttal was like that of an angry little animal in the man's eyes, which was extremely cute.

"obedient."
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After a while, Wen Ci's face flushed red as the man 'forced' her to apply medicine. The rough fingertips touched her lightly, making her feel extremely itchy.

"Can you hurry up?"

Wen Ci stared straight at the ceiling, not daring to look down at Huo Jingyuan, while her stomach also made an untimely and strong protest.

"I'm going to wash my hands."

Huo Jingyuan's gentle voice rang out.

The ripples in Wen Ci's heart gradually subsided.

it is finally over.

It was windy outside today. When Wen Ci got up, she put on a thick coat. She also went to the kitchen to wash her hands and sighed, "I wonder if my salary will be enough to take time off..."

Personal leave is usually paid by having someone cover for you.

Huo Jingyuan said while serving rice, "I took my wedding leave, not personal leave, so your salary won't be deducted." "Huh?" Wen Ci blinked, her bright, clear eyes trembling slightly in disbelief. "Didn't I start working after I got married?"

"Ah."

"They even have marriage leave for this?!"

Wen Ci's voice carried a hint of excitement.

Huo Jingyuan opened the lunchboxes. One lunchbox contained stir-fried lettuce, and the other contained stir-fried tofu with meat: "The treatment in the Northwest is good. Family members who have just married and joined the army are given seven days of wedding leave when they start working at hospitals or schools."

This is to make things convenient for newlyweds.

It's meant to prevent those young men who are newly married and don't know how to control themselves.

Wen Ci smacked his lips, looking at the delicious food, and picked up his chopsticks to taste the romaine lettuce. Due to the geographical location of the Northwest, vegetables are extremely scarce.

"Sister Jing's cooking is as delicious as ever."

Huo Jingyuan looked at his wife, who looked completely satisfied as if she had just eaten some rare delicacy, with a resentful gaze. "Is it bad that I cooked it myself?"

“Uh…” Wen Ci was embarrassed.

Huo Jingyuan's cooking skills are also good, but they are incomparable to Sister Jing's at all.

But seeing the man's resentful eyes, she smiled ingratiatingly at Huo Jingyuan: "Delicious! Commander Huo's idea is brilliant!"

After praising her, Wen Ci felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders.
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a few days later.

Although the Northwest Military Region was in a semi-closed state, military vehicles brought back a lot of things every day to set up a stage, as if there was a festive atmosphere.

Wen Ci and Yu Qing are also practicing the water sleeve dance overtime.

The two had excellent chemistry and even borrowed a drum from the Northwest Military Region's cultural troupe. They used their sleeves to strike the drumhead during practice.

Wen Ci, dressed in a nurse's uniform, was accompanying Yu Qing on her rounds at the hospital when she overheard several injured people expressing their regret:

"I should have held back during training. I twisted my ankle while climbing the wall, and now I can't even participate in the 'Hell Week' training. My old bicycle is ruined."

(End of this chapter)