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"Yang Xinyue, do you even know what you're saying?"

Lu Jingshen looked at her with cold, deep eyes.

He hates being pressured.

From childhood to adulthood, Liu Jinhua had always pressured him. She forced him to give up the things he liked to Lu Tianci; she also forced him to marry Shen Tang.

He'd had enough.

He couldn't possibly continue to be oppressed by Yang Xinyue!

Yang Xinyue trembled under Lu Jingshen's gaze, her lips quivering.

Yes, what was I just saying?

Wouldn't this push Lu Jingshen further and further away?

"Jing Shen, that's not what I meant. I just care about you too much..."

Yang Xinyue quickly grabbed Lu Jingshen's arm.

Lu Jingshen took a deep breath and pulled her into his arms:

"Silly girl, don't overthink it. I just don't want Shen Tang to be mentioned when we're together. Just thinking about her makes me upset."

Yang Xinyue buried her face in Lu Jingshen's chest and whispered:

"Jing Shen, let's get a divorce quickly, okay?"

"Okay." Lu Jingshen's eyes darkened.

He was also somewhat confused about his own feelings; his initial dislike for Shen Tang had now...

No, he doesn't like Shen Tang at all!

He just didn't want to see Shen Tang basking in her glory; he just didn't want Shen Tang to leave him so easily.

He just wanted to gain dominance over Shen Tang.

*

After leaving the Cultural Palace, Shen Tang went straight back to the training compound.

The courtyard was empty; the trainees had all gone home.

Only Shen Tang remained.

Shen Tang felt quite at ease, finally having time to do some of her own things.

She took out the suit she had made for Ge Aihua from her bundle; it was just missing a belt to complete it.

Shen Tang then took out a piece of silky black fabric from her bundle. This was something she had bought long ago to make a shirt for Huo Xiuyuan.

I haven't had time to do them until now, so I'm taking advantage of the time to do them all.

Shen Tang arrived at the sewing room. Ge Aihua was not in the next room; she had probably gone out to buy something.

Shen Tang quickly finished making the belt for the suit, ironed the suit, and hung it up.

We can give it to her when Ge Aihua comes back.

Shen Tang unfolded the black cloth and, imagining Huo Xiuyuan's appearance, began to draw it on the paper.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the mimosa flowers, casting dappled patterns of light on her.

A mimosa flower drifted down from the tree and landed gently on the tip of her pen. On the paper, a man's refined, cold face came into view.

"Is this me?" a deep voice asked.

Shen Tang was startled and quickly covered the paper in front of her.

She looked up, startled like a frightened fawn.

This was the first time Huo Xiuyuan had seen panic in her eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently stroke her hair.

Both of them paused, one inside the window and the other outside, their eyes meeting, as time flowed by quietly.

A gust of wind blew, and the mimosa blossoms scattered everywhere.

Huo Xiuyuan gently rubbed her bright red earlobe with his thumb.

"Did I scare you?"

Huo Xiuyuan's voice seemed to pierce through distant time and space, reaching Shen Tang's ears.

"No..." Shen Tang suddenly came to her senses.

She was about to turn the paper over when Huo Xiuyuan pressed it down with his large hand.

His tall frame leaped over the window and bent down:

"Let me see."

"No!" Shen Tang placed her hand on his hand.

Huo Xiuyuan's pupils trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently. Shen Tang quickly released her hand.

Huo Xiuyuan stood up and took the paper in his hand.

The man in the picture was clearly himself, from the texture of his hair to the small beauty mark at the corner of his eye.

Huo Xiuyuan smiled and looked at Shen Tang: "You've observed quite carefully."

Shen Tang lowered her eyes and bit her lip.

It's so embarrassing! I was trying to design a shirt for him, but I ended up going off on a tangent while drawing.

Luckily, he arrived in time. If I had continued drawing, it would probably have been chest muscles and abs, which would have been even harder to explain.

"I... I just wanted to design a dress for you. You know, clothes are meant to serve people, and to look good in them, they have to suit the wearer's personality, so... please don't overthink it."

Shen Tang finished speaking in one breath, but dared not look up at Huo Xiuyuan.

Who is Huo Xiuyuan? He's the commander of a special operations regiment, and he's incredibly shrewd!

It's not that easy to fool him.

Huo Xiuyuan had already walked in from the door and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"Wouldn't the design be better if I looked at the person in person?"

Huo Xiuyuan sat down in front of Shen Tang, his eyes cold and deep, his face calm.

Shen Tang took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Yes, I'll design it now."

She didn't dare look at Huo Xiuyuan at all.

For some reason, this man was radiating aggression.

Shen Tang buried her head and scribbled on the paper.

"Not bad..." The voice rang in my ears.

Shen Tang suddenly turned her head, and Huo Xiuyuan was bending down to look at her design draft.

Shen Tang's lips landed squarely on Huo Xiuyuan's cheek.

Huo Xiuyuan didn't dodge; he just stood there, stiffly bent over.

Shen Tang's eyes widened, and she took a half-inch back, the villain accusing her first:

"Who told you to suddenly come closer?"

Huo Xiuyuan turned around stiffly, his voice hoarse and trembling: "I'm leaving now."

Shen Tang looked out the window and watched Huo Xiuyuan walk stiffly back into the courtyard before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"call--"

She patted her burning face.

What's going on? Shen Tang, wake up! Huo Xiuyuan is a dangerous person.

It's okay to flirt, but never fall in love.

If he finds out something's wrong with you, he might send you to a military court.

At that point, even a hundred mouths wouldn't be able to explain it clearly.

You can't exactly say you're from another time, can you? Who would believe that!

Huo Xiuyuan returned to the courtyard, went inside to put the painting away, and then came out again.

He drew a bucket of well water and poured it over his head.

My heart was still burning with rage.

He carried another bucket and buried his face in the icy well water, his mind filled with the image of Shen Tang.

Her joys and sorrows, her passionate exuberance, her shyness and panic...

Huo Xiuyuan suddenly raised his head from the water and looked at the figure at the window again.

A newfound determination appeared in his eyes.

Shen Tang put aside her chaotic thoughts and began to seriously design the shirt.

Huo Xiuyuan has a tall and imposing figure, which suits a simple and elegant design, but it also needs some clever touches to soften his otherwise rugged appearance...

Shen Tang looked at the design draft in her hand with satisfaction, then looked at Huo Xiuyuan's courtyard.

Her cheeks flushed; the two of them had just been far too intimate.

Shen Tang was in a daze when she saw Huo Xiuyuan striding towards her.

He changed his clothes, his hair still dripping wet, and strode into the house.

Shen Tang stood up somewhat flustered and looked at him.

"What are you afraid of?" Huo Xiuyuan's dark eyes narrowed slightly.