My little country wife whom I haven't seen for eight years has come to join the army

Zhou Ruoyu slapped Lu Qinchuan's hand that was holding her wrist away and said in a deep voice, "The hot water is ready. Are you going to take a shower or not? Do you still want to make a fool of yourself by Captain Zhu and the others?"

Lu Qinchuan pursed her lips heavily, and the light in her eyes dimmed. She still resented herself.

Although he is a man with strong sexual desire, he is also a human being. He would never do anything against a woman's wishes, let alone the woman who has always been in the softest part of his heart.

Zhou Ruoyu realized that she had gone a little too far, and her eyelashes trembled: "I worked so hard to boil the hot water, but if you keep fussing, it will get cold."

"I always take cold showers, so the hot water is for you." Lu Qinchuan got out of bed, picked up the crutch beside him, and ran into the bathroom.

The sound of water could be heard; the person was taking a cold shower.

Zhou Ruoyu didn't know whether he had always taken cold showers, but he was so eager to take a cold shower at this moment, obviously wanting to extinguish the raging desire.

If she doesn't want to, he won't force her. He seems like a gentleman.

Zhou Ruoyu took out a neatly arranged stack of tank tops and green shorts from his closet and placed them at the bathroom door, while silently pondering. His cheeks became hot from thinking so much.

Soon the sound of water died down inside. She knocked on the door frame and whispered, "I put the clothes on the windowsill at the door."

When she took out a set of white pajamas with blue floral patterns that Zhou Shufen had hand-sewn for her, she saw Lu Qinchuan already walking out dressed neatly. It was a very normal set of home clothes, but on him it looked both sexy and seductive.

The thin and soft vest could barely support his well-developed chest muscles. His healthy wheat-colored skin and neat crew cut gave him a strong visual aggression.

When the two passed by, Zhou Ruoyu didn't even dare to look up at him, and ran in with her clothes in her arms. She closed the door with a bang and leaned against it for a long time to steady her heartbeat.

Lu Qinchuan, who was just across the door, felt even more lost. Xiaoyu had always been resentful that he was so cruel as to want to do this to her...

He clenched and unclenched his hands, and finally hit his head hard, then turned around and walked into the main room.

Zhou Ruoyu was happy as she soaked comfortably in the hot water.

She likes taking hot baths. In her previous life, she also liked to drink a glass of milk while taking a bath. It is an excellent sleep aid for people like her who are under a lot of mental stress.

The steamy heat hit her face, making her feel drowsy. At the same moment, she woke up with a start. In her previous life, she had drowned in a hot bath after drinking alcohol. Today, she had drunk strong soju. It was too dangerous! She didn't want to die again.

The water temperature had dropped, so she didn't dare to dawdle any longer. She washed her hair quickly, scrubbed it clean, and changed into her pajamas.

Zhou Shufen's craftsmanship is absolutely unique. Her pure hand-sewing is many times better than the thousands of machine-made assembly lines. It is comfortable and fits well. Although it is pajamas, the waist is just right, outlining her curves almost perfectly.

After cleaning up and walking out of the bathroom, Lu Qinchuan was nowhere to be found in the bedroom. I glanced at the clock on the wall and it was already past ten o'clock.

She cursed herself for taking too long in the bath while pushing open the door to the main room.

There was no light in the main room, and the cold moonlight shone on the sofa. Lu Qinchuan was lying on the sofa, hugging his shoulders as if he was asleep.

She could tell whether he was pretending to sleep or not. On the small coffee table in front of the sofa, a cigarette butt that had not been extinguished yet was emitting faint wisps of smoke.

She sat down on the sofa and slapped him hard on the waist. Lu Qinchuan couldn't pretend anymore. He opened his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

I just want to make trouble, what reason do I need?

She glanced at the coffee table sullenly and pouted: "You smoked in the house!"

Lu Qinchuan sat up. He had no idea that smoking in the house would make her so unhappy. At home, his father Lu Fuxiang was an old smoker. Not to mention in the house, he would smoke a pack of cigarettes even in bed with his eyes open.

Because of this, he didn't expect that she would be so taboo. He was just too bored so he smoked one, but it made her so unhappy.

"I... I didn't smoke..." Subconsciously, he was inexplicably afraid and blurted out lies.

"Didn't smoke? You still say you didn't smoke!" Zhou Ruoyu stood up quickly and looked at him angrily.

Her exposed arms and thighs shone white in the moonlight. When she stood up eagerly, the soft breasts trembled uncontrollably.

He suddenly lowered his head. He had suppressed the desire with great difficulty and must not let it rise again.

The faint scent of soap was getting closer and closer. When he raised his eyes again, he saw Zhou Ruoyu's misty eyes right in front of him. Her nose tip was almost touching him, and his breathing suddenly stagnated.

"Captain Lu can't even lie. You said you didn't smoke, but... do you dare to let me smell it?" Lu Qinchuan's Adam's apple rolled when he heard the low and charming voice.

Her delicate hands climbed onto his shoulders, she knelt on the sofa with one leg, put her nose to his mouth, and as he breathed heavily, she pressed her hot lips against his, gently and softly, as if morning dew kissed flower petals, trying to awaken the dormant passion.

The low voice came again: "You smoked, you lied to me."

Lu Qinchuan's mind went blank. Uncontrollably, his arms wrapped around Zhou Ruoyu's slender waist. As if in revenge, he opened his mouth and kissed her lips. His heartbeat instantly accelerated, like a deer running around in his chest.

The smell of tobacco mixed with the scent of soap, the two of them were filled with ambiguity. Zhou Ruoyu couldn't help but close her eyes, enjoying the tenderness and passion from her husband. The kiss without any technique could make her heart beat fast and her heart flutter.

The moon in the sky was also shy, pulling a cloud to cover its eyes. Without the moonlight, the main room became darker. The two people's lips were intertwined, but there was no intention of separating.

The booklet he had read in the evening began to appear frame by frame in Lu Qinchuan's mind. It was not until then that he realized how difficult it was to suppress a man's most primitive desires. With the delicate and soft little fish in his arms, he didn't want to control himself anymore.

So what if she had taken a cold shower? Her body was burning like fire. As the scorching hands reached for her pajamas, Zhou Ruoyu took advantage of the moment to catch her breath and blurted out a few words: "Go... go to bed..."

Not only was his desire uncontrollable, but Lu Qinchuan's entire body was ignited by her words.

He picked her up and carried her sideways, jumped up from the sofa, and walked into the house on tiptoe without using a crutch.

This is crazy. His calf hasn't healed yet and it's easy for him to get injured again without the support of crutches.

Zhou Ruoyu, who had regained some consciousness, began to struggle: "Put me down, what are you going to do?"

Lu Qinchuan kissed her again, his Adam's apple rolling: "I...I want to start a revolution!"