After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

The noise of the wedding banquet gradually faded away into the night.

The last few tables of officers, who were drunk and staggering, were dragged and shoved into cars by their guards, and finally, the area in front of the guesthouse returned to quiet.

In contrast, the small building was warm and cozy.

Mr. Ye, Ms. Ye, and Ye Cheng were settled in a guest room by Uncle Fu. The elderly couple were so excited that they couldn't sleep, still quietly savoring every word the commander said when he held their hands that day.

Second floor, master bedroom.

The door was locked from the inside with a "click".

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room, instantly making the air tense.

Ye Zhen was still wearing her pristine white wedding dress. She had been standing all day, and the weariness radiated from her back. The flush on her face, tinged with alcohol, looked exceptionally alluring under the dim light.

A huge red double happiness paper-cut was pasted on the wall, and the brand-new mandarin duck quilt was so red it was dazzling.

Gu Zheng took off his military jacket, leaving him in only a white shirt. He unbuttoned the top two buttons, revealing his muscular, honey-colored chest. His tall figure cast an imposing shadow under the light as he walked towards her step by step.

The room wasn't big, but the scent of soap and slightly intoxicated alcohol emanating from him forcefully penetrated her breath, each breath carrying a strong sense of aggression.

Ye Zhen was forced to retreat step by step until her back slammed against the cold wall, leaving her with nowhere to go.

He stopped in front of her, his tall frame completely enveloping her. He didn't speak, only looked at her silently with his unfathomable black eyes, his gaze burning as if he wanted to burn through her soul.

Ye Zhen's heartbeat became uncontrollably erratic.

She forced herself to calm down, raised her eyes to meet his gaze, and her clear, cold eyes were veiled with tears from the alcohol.

"Gu Zheng," she began, her voice a few degrees hoarser than expected, but her tone remained as calm as ever, "Our agreement is for one year."

This is her shield.

Upon hearing the word "agreement," Gu Zheng's eyes darkened, and a muffled laugh escaped his chest.

He raised a hand and braced it against the wall near her ear, completely trapping her between himself and the wall. "The agreement?" He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her cheek, his voice low and dangerously hoarse, "Dr. Ye, the agreement didn't say that we'd sleep in separate rooms on our wedding night."

Ye Zhen's heart tightened suddenly.

She watched him unbutton his cuffs, slowly rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms. Every movement was full of suggestive tension.

She tensed up instinctively, ready to fight. If he dared to use force, she wouldn't mind letting him know what it meant for a top surgeon to know all the weaknesses of the human body.

However, the expected rudeness did not materialize.

Gu Zheng's gaze slid down her tense face and finally landed on her feet.

The next second, Ye Zhen's breath hitched, and she froze completely.

In my sight, the living devil who could stop children from crying at night in the military region, the man who made countless enemies tremble with fear, actually knelt down on one knee.

Without the slightest hesitation, his tall figure knelt straight down in front of her.

Ye Zhen was completely dumbfounded.

His warm, rough hands gently grasped her ankles. Her feet, stiff and sore from a day of friction, were instantly enveloped in his warmth. He didn't speak, but with his other hand, carefully, even somewhat clumsily, removed the high heels that had caused her so much pain.

The shoes were left lying aside.

He placed his large palms on her cold calves and began to knead them slowly with a force that was not professional but just right.

"hiss……"

A tingling, numbing sensation exploded from his fingertips, instantly spreading throughout his limbs. Under his kneading, the stiff muscles gradually relaxed and unfurled.

She kept her head down, only able to see his broad shoulders and the top of his jet-black hair. This man, rumored to be the "Living Yama," was kneeling at her feet with an almost pious devotion.

The impact of this image is greater than any forceful act of possession.

"You must be tired after standing all day." He finally spoke, his voice coming from below, muffled yet carrying an irresistible gentleness.

Ye Zhen's throat was dry, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Gu Zheng raised his head, looking up at her, his usually sharp eyes filled with deep emotions. He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, as if declaring:

"Ye Zhen, I told you, I won't touch you."

He paused, a roguish smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were frighteningly serious. "But, sleeping in separate rooms? Don't even think about it."

After saying that, he let go of her hand, got up, and brought out a basin of hot water from the bathroom, placing it beside her feet. After testing the water temperature, he pressed her feet into the warm water without saying a word.

"hiss……"

A warm current instantly surged from the soles of her feet throughout her entire body, soothing her bones and making her feel completely relaxed.

Ye Zhen watched as he squatted down in front of her, clumsily washing her feet with the hands that had carried guns and killed enemies. For a moment, she was in a daze.

This man used the most clumsy way to please her family, the most domineering way to clear obstacles for her, and the most respectful way to give her when it was time to exercise his rights.

A certain part of my heart felt soft from being scalded by this basin of hot water.

After washing up, the two lay down on the bright red wedding bed, separated by a distance as wide as the Chu-Han border.

Ye Zhen had her back to him, her body still a little stiff, but her ears were perked up, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat behind her.

Suddenly, the mattress behind me dipped slightly.

A burning hot arm wrapped around her waist with irresistible force, pulling her backward.

"Hmm!"

Her back slammed solidly into a firm, burning chest. His body was like a furnace, the constant heat radiating through her thin nightgown, dispelling the chill from her limbs.

He held her tightly in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

Ye Zhen froze, about to struggle.

She heard him whisper in her ear, in a tone that was both indulgent and helpless, as if grinding his teeth:

"I'll owe you for today."

"We'll settle this score with interest later."

His voice, like a top-of-the-line subwoofer, made her eardrums tingle and her heart tremble.

Ye Zhen's struggles stopped just like that.

She stopped moving, letting herself be held captive in his embrace, which was filled with his scent. The air was thick with the clean, fresh smell of his soap. Behind her was his strong, warm chest. In her ear was the steady, powerful beat of his heart.

This embrace is not an invasion, but a stubborn and domineering possession and protection.

A feeling she had never experienced in either of her lives caused her tense body to soften little by little.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

To the steady beat of Gu Zheng's heart, Ye Zhen, for the first time, did not have any dreams about the operating table or bloodshed, and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.