Special military officer's little wife

Ye Shaocong could hear the resentment, helplessness and sadness in her words, and his heart softened and he quickly promised: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, just listen to me obediently."

"..."

Seeing that she was not struggling, Ye Shaocong let go slightly, his big palm slid down from her leg, pinched her calf, and massaged slowly, "Standing for a day, does it hurt?"

His tone was slow and low, like the beautiful melody played by a cello, and could even be called gentle. Zhou Zhilan's nose was sour, and her tone was already a little hoarse when she spoke, "What exactly do you want?"

Uncertain, elusive, complicated thoughts, always give her a lesson first, and at the end, give her another candy to coax her.She is not a three-year-old child, just let him play around foolishly.

A trace of depression and bitterness flashed in the boy's dark eyes, and the big palm on her calf also froze.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and neither of them spoke.There was a breeze blowing in the woods, Zhou Zhilan's braid slipped from the military cap, and a few strands of hair flew with the wind.

After a long, long time, Ye Shaocong let out a faint sigh, "Don't you understand what I want to do?" I just don't want to understand.

After he finished speaking desolately, his big palm started to pinch her calf again.

His heart beat suddenly, Zhou Zhilan moved his legs awkwardly, he squeezed slightly, and said in a low voice, "Be obedient, I will pinch it for you, so as not to be sore tomorrow."

Ignoring more and more strange noises in her chest, she said calmly: "If that's the case, why punish me during the day?"

"Who told you to be disobedient?" Ye Shaocong's hands didn't stop moving, pressing and pinching seriously.It is undeniable that his skills are very good, almost the same as his grandfather's massage skills.

"No one stipulates that I have to listen to you..." The low voice was not so much resisting as it was... coquettish.However, the parties do not realize it.

Ye Shaocong saw that her tone softened a lot, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but suddenly remembered something, and her face turned cold again, "I said earlier, don't let messy girls come to me, but you still don't listen .Besides, this time we came here, there are clear regulations above, students are not allowed to leave contact information, and too much contact is not allowed, do you know how much trouble you have caused me?"

"Hmph!" Zhou Zhilan sneered, "How did you do the righteous words you said?"

Ye Shaocong smiled, "The two of us don't count. You are not my student, you are my child who has never been married!"

Zhou Zhilan didn't even have a sneer at this moment, her face became stiff and she turned her head away.

Thinking of Xu Huaqiang's reminder to himself today, Ye Shaocong straightened up and dragged her into his arms again. After thinking for a while, he said gently and lowly: "We have been fighting for so many years, can we have a truce?"

"Who fought with you..."

"Okay, then... can I ask you to treat me better in the future?"

"That's why you treated me badly first..."

"You're so eloquent again, I'm going to gag your mouth—" Ye Shaocong found that it was impossible to continue the following conversation, so he threatened her to shut up.

Seeing her calm down unconvinced, the man couldn't help reaching out to caress her cheek. After being avoided by her, he smiled softly, "Actually, if you didn't make such a promise in my living room back then, Maybe... I will consider letting you go. However, since you promised, and now I'm treating you..." He paused awkwardly, and continued, "Anyway, you see, we have a marriage contract, so we don't have to suffer If you are fighting against each other, it is better for us to give in and seek peaceful coexistence, don’t you think?”

He once gave himself three years, and if he still failed to achieve anything, he would let go and watch her fly out of his sight.However, many assumptions failed, she was destined to be his.But she had too much prejudice against him, so he had no choice but to bow his head first and express his feelings.

Zhou Zhilan froze in his arms, the blood flowing all over her body quietly, taking away her consciousness little by little, making her unable to breathe enough oxygen to turn her brain and understand the meaning of his words.

"I know that when I say this, you will think I'm teasing you, but this time I want to make it clear, Lan Lan...I can't let you go, I haven't let you go for three years, even three years ago...I know the past I'm an asshole, you don't like it at all, but now... I don't ask you to accept me all at once, but let's try to get along peacefully, huh?" His tone changed from the domineering one in the past, hesitating and even a little shy Shy.

She remained motionless, and after a long time, her clear eyeballs rolled to look at his handsome face.Although what he said just now was ambiguous, she could understand it as—is he... confessing his love?

"I—but I don't like you..." It was the same answer three years ago.

The man's eyes darkened, "Then why did you promise to marry me in the future?"

"At that time..." At that time, I was still young, irrational, and too impulsive.

"Forget it, it's okay." After waiting for a few seconds, she didn't answer, Ye Shaocong took a breath and calmed down, and said flatly, "I didn't expect you to like me all at once, I'm telling you this just to let you know ——Zhou Zhilan, I'm going to start pursuing you! In order for our married life to be harmonious, I decided to change your opinion and attitude towards me."

What?Zhou Zhilan's heart skipped a beat, for him to say "I want to start chasing you" so bluntly and self-confidently, in the darkness, her watery eyes filled with microwaves stared at him in disbelief.

"What's more, don't give my contact information to other women generously in the future. I can bear that you don't accept me for a while, but I can't accept that you push me to others." The tone is very gentle, but there is no tolerance in it The severity of the beak. (Ask for a gold medal!)