Su Lang silently moved a little further away from him.
He only wanted to hang out with his own wife.
The projectionist began to adjust the equipment, and the parents gathered their children close to them. The front of the auditorium gradually quieted down.
The movie hadn't started yet, and since they couldn't talk, everyone began to look around.
Lin Zhilan and Wang Rou undoubtedly became the center of attention.
One was bright and charming, the other elegant and moving. Like two blooming flowers, they seemed to radiate their own light in the darkness.
A soldier next to Li Jiang asked, Commander, the one in the cyan clothes is your wife, right?
Li Jiang looked over at his wife.
Doctor Lin stuffed a handful of melon seeds into his wife's hands, and Wang Rou leaned on Doctor Lin's shoulder, smiling softly.
Li Jiang couldn't help but smile foolishly as well.
He just loved seeing his wife looking so happy.
Yes, that's your sister-in-law.
And what about the female comrade next to her? Is she a sister? Does she have a boyfriend?
A cold breeze seemed to blow past, and the temperature nearby instantly dropped. Li Jiang glared at him and scolded, What are you thinking? That's Commander Su's wife.
Oh...
Su Lang and Li Jiang sat side by side, completely oblivious to whatever was playing on the screen.
Both of them frequently glanced toward the west.
Lin Zhilan was holding Linlin, while Wang Rou hugged her arm, a tranquil smile on her face.
Lin Zhilan would occasionally tilt her head to say something to her, and Wang Rou would blink her eyes, looking at her earnestly.
The two of them looked as though they were a married couple themselves.
Li Jiang looked fully gratified, while Su Lang radiated a chilling aura.
He had originally planned to sit with his wife, hold her hand, whisper in her ear, and enjoy a romantic time.
Li Jiang and his wife must have something wrong with them, Su Lang complained in his heart.
He finally endured until the movie ended. Su Lang immediately stood up, pushed through the crowd, and walked to his wife's side.
Linlin had already fallen asleep in her mother's arms.
Su Lang took his daughter into his arms, placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, and led her away from Wang Rou.
Jiang Chengzhou was also incredibly sleepy; holding his aunt's other hand, he staggered back home.
Li Jiang walked up to Wang Rou. Seeing his wife pouting slightly, looking much more vibrant and full of life than usual, he felt somewhat relieved.
The crowd was dense. Mimicking the way Su Lang had put his arm around Doctor Lin, he gently rested his hand on his wife's shoulder.
Wang Rou's body noticeably stiffened for a second, but she did not reject him.
Li Jiang secretly let out a long breath. It wasn't until they got home and he lowered his hand that he realized his arm had grown stiff from tension.
...
Lin Zhilan and her group returned home. The couple divided the work, wiping the faces, hands, and feet of the two children.
It was long past the children's bedtime, so the moment they were placed on the bed, they fell fast asleep.
Lin Zhilan stayed with her daughter for a while. Once she was deeply asleep, Lin Zhilan turned to leave the room, only to bump right into Su Lang.
Oof... The man's body was as hard as steel, and Lin Zhilan let out a painful groan.
Are you alright? Su Lang frowned, gently holding her chin to inspect her reddened nose.
I'm fine. Lin Zhilan held onto his arm. It was cold, and his body still carried a damp mist, clearly indicating he had just taken a shower.
She looked up at the man and met his eyes. Something incredibly intense seemed to surge within them, instantly tangling with her gaze and pulling her deeper in.
She stared at him uncontrollably, a layer of mist gathering in her pupils.
The distance between them grew closer and closer, so close that they could feel each other's breath.
A second before Su Lang leaned in to kiss her, Lin Zhilan pressed her hand against his chest.
Zhilan... The man's voice was hoarse, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down continuously, his eyes looking as if they were on fire.
I'm going to take a shower first. Lin Zhilan's voice also trembled inexplicably.
Alright. Su Lang lowered his eyes, took a step back, and made way.
Lin Zhilan hid back in the room, calming her racing heartbeat.
Biting her lip, she grabbed her pajamas from the wardrobe and rushed into the bathroom.
She didn't know how to make clothes, and she hadn't found a pajama counter at the Yangcheng mall.
Therefore, Lin Zhilan always slept in a loose white short-sleeved shirt. The cotton fabric became looser with every wash, and the hem now reached the middle of her thighs.
When she came out of the shower, what caught Su Lang's eyes was her dark hair, red lips, and snow-white skin like jade. Wrapped in her clothes, she exuded a hazy, alluring beauty.
By now, the sky was completely dark. The military base's power had been cut off, and there was only a single oil lamp in the room, emitting a faint glow.
Su Lang stood in the courtyard, and Lin Zhilan didn't notice him.
She shone a flashlight around the room. Seeing no one, she assumed Su Lang had already gone upstairs.
She patted her chest, as if breathing a sigh of relief.
Just as Su Lang was about to speak up, he saw her open the living room cabinet, take out a bottle of liquor, open it, and pour half a glass.
Before Su Lang could stop her, she tilted her head back and gulped it down. Her posture was incredibly bold, like a seasoned drunkard.
After the drunkard downed half a glass, she found that it didn't seem to have much effect.
She picked up the bottle again, wanting another half glass.
Building up courage? Su Lang took the bottle from behind her.
Lin Zhilan turned around and looked at the man, her reactions already becoming a bit sluggish.
Only then did Su Lang notice that her cheeks and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a faint red. Her clear, translucent eyes were brimming with moisture. Besides being incredibly charming, she also looked somewhat bewildered and cute.
Su Lang was rooted to the spot by her dewy eyes, almost unable to break free.
Liquid courage emboldened her; Lin Zhilan took a step forward, grabbed Su Lang by the collar, and kissed him directly.
It was like lightning striking fire.
The moment their lips met, they felt as if their souls had blended together without a single obstacle.
Su Lang wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her tightly.
The instinct to be close to her made him uncontrollably compress the space between them, pressing against her as much as possible.
Having just showered, Lin Zhilan's body was still a bit cold.
But the moment their skin touched, his body heat transferred to her skin. Both physically and mentally, Su Lang felt thoroughly invigorated.
The sweet scent and the aroma of alcohol in the woman's mouth intertwined, undoubtedly acting as the strongest aphrodisiac. Su Lang unconsciously pressed the back of his wife's neck, making her fit even closer against his body.
He lowered his head, like a beast that had been starving for a long time, madly devouring the soft sweetness of the prey in his arms.
Lin Zhilan only held the initiative for three seconds before the man forcefully took it away.
Her limbs trembled weakly, and she could only lean her entire weight against the man.
Go upstairs. As the man's lips trailed lower and lower, Lin Zhilan couldn't help but tug his ear and say.
Su Lang let out a soft chuckle from his throat and seamlessly scooped her up into his arms, but his lips seemed glued to hers, never once leaving her mouth.
A short staircase of just over a dozen steps took him more than ten minutes to climb.
By the time they reached the top, Lin Zhilan felt like her tongue had gone numb.
Once they were in the upstairs bedroom, Su Lang's gaze and movements became increasingly dangerous and uninhibited.
Lin Zhilan felt somewhat glad she had drunk that half glass of liquor; facing the man's intense gaze, she still had the courage to glare back.
Midnight arrived, and the sound of firecrackers rang out from outside.
Su Lang leaned over, laid his wife on the bed, and through her thin clothes, bit down on her slender shoulder neither too lightly nor too heavily, as if in punishment.
Zhilan, it's the New Year.
