The Pretty Military Wife

Liang Xinyue was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.

But my counterattack was completely ineffective under his control.

I could only stammer:

"No…No. I…I can do it myself."

Liang Xinyue also hurriedly bent down, but Zhou Guoliang just raised his head and their faces bumped into each other.

Suddenly feeling another warmth, Liang Xinyue quickly stepped back, her face flushed. She raised her hands to cover her face, feeling really embarrassed.

Zhou Guoliang just chuckled, but was seriously washing Liang Xinyue's feet with his hands.

He also massaged Liang Xinyue's calves. Liang Xinyue felt so comfortable that she almost made a sound and could only bite her lips.

After scrubbing Liang Xinyue's feet, Zhou Guoliang took the medicinal wine, put Liang Xinyue's feet directly on his legs, and then began to apply the medicinal wine and rub them.

Because he wanted to rub it until it became hot, Zhou Guoliang used a little force with his hands.

"His!"

"Does it hurt? Did I use too much force?"

Zhou Guoliang stopped immediately and looked at Liang Xinyue worriedly.

Liang Xinyue was embarrassed to say that his palms were the same as hers, both of which were covered with calluses. Although the original body worked for a long time, the skin on his body was still very good.

So Zhou Guoliang lowered his head to look at the place he had just rubbed. The originally white little ankle turned red in his hand.

"Oh, my hands are heavy."

He also realized that the calluses on his palms were probably too hard, and the skin turned red when he rubbed it.

Zhou Guoliang turned his hand over and found that the skin on the back of his hand was softer than that on the palm.

After rubbing the medicinal wine, Liang Xinyue felt her entire ankle was warm.

"Where's the clam oil? I'll rub it on the cracked foot for you."

"I'll do this myself."

Liang Xinyue felt that their contact was a little too intimate.

She still... needs to be mentally prepared.

Zhou Guoliang didn't care and just dried his feet, stood up and said:

"Did you put down the net bag?"

As he spoke, he began to look for it. He actually found it in the lunch box in the net bag.

He gently wiped the cracks on Liang Xinyue's feet.

What kind of a pair of feet are these? They were originally skinny and bony, with fair skin on the instep, but there were cracks all around the feet and the soles were covered with hard, thick skin.

This is the result of walking barefoot for a long time.

Zhou Guoliang held Liang Xinyue's feet and felt distressed again. As a soldier who had been trained like this, he didn't have calluses on the soles of his feet, but Liang Xinyue did.

After carefully applying the ointment to Liang Xinyue, he stood up again to pour out the water, then fetched a basin and added some hot water:

"Wash your face. It's getting late. Go to bed first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Liang Xinyue stiffened.

Zhou Guoliang lowered his eyelids, pretending not to see it. But he said:

"Are you afraid of living here alone? I'm going to stay at the regiment headquarters tonight to see the new recruits. I have to do morning exercises tomorrow morning."

Seeing Liang Xinyue heaving a sigh of relief, Zhou Guoliang smiled bitterly silently. It seems that if he wants to get a wife, he has to wait.

He knew that Liang Xinyue had suffered so much at home for him, and he would not force Liang Xinyue.

Now that she has followed me, how can I run away? I can only let her accept me slowly.

Liang Xinyue didn't even have to get downstairs, Zhou Guoliang brought the water for washing her face to her.

After Liang Xinyue washed it, she said:

"Where is the toilet... er... I mean the latrine?"

Zhou Guoliang walked into a room and turned on the light in that room:

"This room has a back door. There is a toilet outside the back door. Every house has one. I'll go turn on the light for you."

Zhou Guoliang went to turn on the light. Liang Xinyue put on her shoes and followed him to take a look. The room was not small. It was a bedroom with a bed, but there was only an empty bed board on it.

There is a back door at the back of the house, and there is a small backyard when you walk out. There is a small house in the backyard, which should be the toilet.

Liang Xinyue went in to take a look. It was quite spacious and clean. There was only dust and no other garbage. There was no smell. It felt like an unused toilet.

After coming out of the toilet, Zhou Guoliang told her again:

"Look, this back door is closed by latching from the inside. The bed in this room is not made. Xiao Wei made it in that room."

Liang Xinyue half walked and half jumped to the room on the right. There was a bed in this room, and a two-door cabinet, which could be considered a wardrobe.

Xiao Wei put the bag he brought back next to the wardrobe.

There is also a drawer and a chair.

There is a mattress and a quilt on the bed.

Zhou Guoliang stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pinched the quilt and said:

"See if you're cold. This blanket might be a little thin. I'll go get it for you from my regiment's dormitory later."

Liang Xinyue stepped forward and touched it:

"It's okay, we can still get by now. It should be fine."

Zhou Guoliang nodded and said:

"Rest first. I'll bring you food tomorrow morning. Don't move around too much. I'll bring you the thermos so it'll be more convenient for you to drink water."

Zhou Guoliang left only after everything was arranged. Liang Xinyue locked the door, then sighed and sat on the bed.

She also knew that she couldn't always reject Zhou Guoliang, but she had to give herself some time to adapt.

Maybe she was really tired from walking, and after falling down on the bed, Liang Xinyue fell asleep peacefully. After turning off the lights, the world was so quiet that it seemed that only the sound of her own heartbeat could be heard.

Even though she was very tired, Liang Xinyue woke up very early the next day.

The faint light of dawn shone in through the window, and some voices floated in the distance, as if they were calling "one, two, one".

It should be the drill.

Soldiers have very hard work and their schedules are very regular.

Liang Xinyue looked at her ankle. It was still a little swollen, but it felt much better.

After getting up, I had to go to the toilet first, then wash up, then open the door and look at the yard and the rooms.

This courtyard is divided into three main rooms, the middle one is the main room, and the two rooms on the left and right are bedrooms.

There are stoves in the two rooms on the left side of the entrance, but they burn wood. However, now it looks like there is only a dark stove without even a pot.

There is a small two-layer cabinet in the kitchen, which can be regarded as a cupboard. There is nothing in it. It is just covered with dust.

The other room should be a utility room. There is some firewood in a corner, which is neatly arranged. There is also a square table and two long benches. It seems to be a table for eating.

It really has been a long time since anyone has lived here, or maybe no one has lived here since the house was allocated to Zhou Guoliang. There is dust everywhere.

Liang Xinyue wanted to clean up, but she didn't even have water. Fortunately, she found a broom in the backyard. She sprinkled the water she used to wash her face in the morning on the ground and started to clean up.