A courtyard house; Li Yunlong, a subordinate of the deputy director of Harbin Military Engineering I

After returning home, Zhang Renfeng realized that his son was completely ignoring him. After all, he was only one year old and could not speak properly!

I just fed him rice porridge, and the baby is crawling around on the bed, giggling and laughing.

Zhang Renfeng looked puzzled. "This child isn't close to his father at all."

As if he could understand, Zhang Xiuqi stared at Zhang Renfeng for a while, drooling, and then crawled over. Zhang Renfeng slapped him on the spot where his pants were open, "You brat, aren't you going to sleep yet? If you don't be good to me now, you'll regret not being filial to me when you realize how powerful your father is in the future."

Zhang Xiuqi mumbled incoherently, his face covered in drool bubbles. It was unclear whether he understood or not, but he had already crawled far away and was now reaching for the rattle drum by the bedside.

Looking at his round, chubby back, Zhang Renfeng felt both annoyed and amused.

Zhang Xiyue went to take a shower. When she came back, she was wearing a floral t-shirt, her hair was wet and hanging over her shoulders, and water droplets were running down her neck.

The floral t-shirt was very thin, clinging to the body, bulging where it should be and contracting where it should be, leaving Zhang Renfeng completely stunned.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the words "I'm done washing" still escaping his lips, his gaze sliding down the outline of the undershirt...

Honestly, even Zhang Renfeng himself couldn't have imagined he'd be eating so well; this is a sign of national peace and prosperity...

Zhang Xiyue's face flushed under his gaze. She quickly grabbed a towel to dry her hair and turned away to hide it. "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen anything like this before?"

"Never seen you before." Zhang Renfeng said seriously, "It's been a year, we need to get to know each other again."

Zhang Xiyue rolled her eyes at him, ignored him, walked to the bedside, bent down and looked at Zhang Xiuqi. The little guy was already tired from playing and was lying on the pillow with his eyelids drooping.

She patted him gently a few times and hummed a couple of lullabies. Zhang Xiuqi then tilted his head and fell asleep, breathing evenly with his small chest rising and falling.

After Zhang Xiyue coaxed Zhang Xiuqi to sleep, she was exhausted herself. She lay down on the bed, turned her back to Zhang Renfeng, pulled the thin blanket over her waist, and closed her eyes.

By the moonlight, Zhang Renfeng looked at his wife lying beside him with her back to him, and a desire stirred within him.

He counted the days; it had been almost a year and a half since he'd last tasted meat. In that godforsaken place, North Korea, it was all shells and tunnels every day, and he couldn't even find a decent woman.

I finally got home, and my wife was lying next to me, less than a foot away. The scent of soap from her recent shower wafted into my nose in waves.

But he was afraid that if he moved too much, he would wake his son.

He hesitated for half a minute, then finally made up his mind, turned around, and reached out—

Just a second before he was about to touch Zhang Xiyue's shoulder, Zhang Xiyue suddenly sat up.

Zhang Renfeng's hand froze in mid-air, he paused for a moment, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Xiyue looked at him with some confusion, "Going to sleep..."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the pillow, turned around, and lay down at his feet.

Zhang Renfeng's hand was still hanging in mid-air, his whole body stiffened, and the expression on his face was as bland and twisted as if he had eaten a dish without salt.

He withdrew his hand, braced himself on the bed board, and looked at the curled-up figure at his feet. The little flame that had just begun to rise in his heart was doused with a bucket of cold water.

is it necessary?

The child is asleep and has no idea what his parents are doing.

Besides, he's only one year old, what does he know?

Fine, since my wife doesn't want to, it doesn't matter if we switch to the other side.

He quickly turned around and lay down next to Zhang Xiyue, turning to face her back.

Zhang Xiyue sensed his movement and naturally understood what he was going to do, so she turned around and faced away from him.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but after not seeing each other for more than half a year, the awkward feeling she had had had hadn't gotten over.

In addition, the words Zhang Renfeng wrote in the previous few telegrams were as sweet as honey, which warmed her heart when she read them, but when they actually met, she didn't know where to start.

After all, they hadn't seen each other for over a year and could only express their feelings through telegrams or military mail. With her husband away, how could she, as a woman, not worry?

That year, I looked forward to news from my partner almost every day.

Zhang Renfeng placed his hand on her waist, his warm palm pressing against her through her thin undershirt, and whispered in Zhang Xiyue's ear,

"west Yue, thank you for your hard work over the past year."

Zhang Xiyue didn't move, her voice muffled.

"It wasn't hard work. Compared to you, I just did what I was supposed to do. You were all lovey-dovey in your letters, but you were so polite to me when we got home."

These words softened Zhang Renfeng's heart, but he could also detect the hint of reproach in the voice.

He thought about it for a moment. His wife, did she sleep with him whenever she wanted, without any flirting?

Zhang Renfeng took direct action.

As the saying goes, dry wood meets a raging fire. After giving birth, Zhang Xiyue was very busy every day and had long forgotten how she had been tormented before. She only knew the pain and let the man do whatever he wanted!

I'm just worried that my son, who's sitting by the bed, will be woken up!

Zhang Renfeng teased her by biting her ear for a while before turning her body around and pressing down on her.

"Renfeng...you, hurry up, I'm afraid Xiuqi will wake up."

"Yes, I know!"

After a flurry of activity, we've only just begun to get to the main point...

Zhang Renfeng frowned, his face showing a mixture of embarrassment and fleeting pleasure. He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Throw away the thunder tower!

"Huh? Are you done?"

When he met his wife's incredulous gaze again, surprise and embarrassment instantly filled Zhang Renfeng's face.

Zhang Xiyue paused for two seconds, her lips twitched down, her expression a mixture of wanting to laugh and holding it back, ultimately becoming a subtle and indescribable feeling.

She quickly turned her head away and coughed lightly.

Zhang Renfeng felt he had to explain why, "Well, you're the one who told me to hurry up!"

Zhang Xiyue was speechless for a moment. "Okay, then get down quickly and lie back in your seat. I'll go get a wet towel."

She started to sit up as she spoke.

Zhang Renfeng grabbed her wrist, his expression serious yet slightly embarrassed.

"It's been over a year, and with all the pressure, let me rest for a bit, I'll be fine in a little while."

Even he himself thought it sounded a bit far-fetched when he said it.

Before joining the government, he was a complete bandit, a daredevil. Now, he's become a quick-draw gunman.

It seems he's under a lot of pressure. Zhang Xiyue couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Should I offer him some words of comfort?

After all, I just brushed my teeth.

Okay, then let's wait!

She pulled the clothes that had just been pulled up back down and reached for the towel on the stool at the foot of the bed.

To be honest, Zhang Renfeng felt that his self-esteem had been hurt.

I haven't done it for over a year, and I suddenly got excited and did it once. I'm sure most of you are in the same boat, right?

Logically speaking, I shouldn't be any worse than Lao Chen, at least Lao Chen's diary is written like this.

He said, "I haven't seen Xiao Fu in half a year and he's already done it twice. How could I, Zhang Renfeng, be worse than him?"

That cripple can last ten seconds, so I, a dignified person... can't be worse than him, can I?

Zhang Renfeng was still preoccupied with his poor performance, pondering how to wage a thrilling and protracted battle later on.

Zhang Xiyue beckoned to the bedside, "What are you standing there for? Come over here and sleep in my arms."

Zhang Renfeng said "oh" and stood up.

Zhang Xiyue closed her eyes and said shyly, "Oh dear, you should put it on quickly. Swinging around like that looks really bad..."

"Oh? Come over? It's been a while since we slept together."

"Come here without waking Xiuqi."

Zhang Renfeng lay down and reached out to hug her, but Zhang Xiyue turned to the side, her back to him. "Hey, did I not perform well? Didn't you tell me to hurry up today?"

Zhang Xiyue was exasperated; all he was saying was utter nonsense.

Oh, it wasn't like this when we first got married. Back then, you were like a donkey being driven to the millstone, wanting to try eight different things every night. Now you know how to reflect on your actions?

With her eyes closed, her voice muffled, she said, "Alright, you've been working so hard these past few days, go to bed early tonight."

"I can't sleep, Comrade Xiyue. This won't do. I'm telling you, I'm about to become your leader. Come here, I'll talk to you about this."

"We'll talk about it during the day."

"I'm afraid I won't be free during the day, since I'm quite busy right now."

It's like you're talking about Zhang Xiyue's problem. Who just snapped it up?

Zhang Renfeng felt incredibly frustrated...