Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Lin Wanrou held the white porcelain spoon, looking at Gu Changfeng, who was usually so imposing but was now leaning against the pile of quilts like a lamb to the slaughter, and her face burned.

"Mom, hurry up!" Meng Yaya sat at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed), her two short legs swinging. "My dad's stomach is growling like thunder. If we don't feed him soon, his newly set bones will go mushy from hunger."

Gu Changfeng coughed, feeling a little embarrassed.

He's a high-ranking officer who's never blinked an eye in the hail of bullets on the battlefield, and now he has to rely on his wife to feed him? If word gets out, Zhao Tiezhu's loud voice will be laughing at him for half a year.

But his right hand was indeed trembling badly; he had tried several times just now, but he couldn't get the spoon to his mouth.

"Then... open your mouth." Lin Wanrou had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

She scooped up half a spoonful of millet porridge, which was thick and sticky, with a thick layer of rice oil floating on top. Afraid of burning Gu Changfeng, she brought the spoon to her lips and gently blew on it twice.

call--

The movement was extremely natural, just like feeding a bud.

Gu Changfeng's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He looked at Lin Wanrou's slightly pouting, moist lips, and the breath she exhaled onto the spoon seemed to stir up ripples in the stagnant water of his heart.

The spoon was brought to his mouth.

Gu Changfeng opened his mouth and took it in. The aroma of millet porridge, mixed with an indescribable sweetness, warmed him all the way down his throat to his stomach.

"Is it hot?" Lin Wanrou didn't dare to look at his face, her gaze fixed only on the spoon.

"Not too hot," Gu Changfeng said, his voice a little hoarse. "Just right."

Meng Yaya pouted to herself, thinking: "Of course it's perfect. That porridge is made with spiritual spring water. Even plain boiled water would be divine water, let alone hot porridge. This cheapskate father of mine has forgotten all his pain now that he has a wife."

One spoonful after another.

The atmosphere in the room gradually changed.

At first, Lin Wanrou was quite stiff, but after feeding him a few spoonfuls, her delicate, physician-like manner came through. She noticed that Gu Changfeng was eating too quickly and was afraid he would choke, so she deliberately slowed down, blowing on each spoonful to make it warm before handing it to him.

This was the best meal Gu Changfeng had ever eaten in his life.

He looked at Lin Wanrou, who was so close to him. At this close distance, he could see the fine downy hairs on her face and smell the faint scent of soap on her body, which smelled better than any face cream.

How come I never noticed before that this woman is so good-looking?

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and eat." Lin Wanrou felt uneasy under his staring gaze. Her hand trembled, and the spoon hit the rim of the bowl with a crisp sound.

"Looking at my wife." Gu Changfeng's mind was a little muddled at this moment, and his mouth was faster than his brain, blurting out the truth without thinking.

Lin Wanrou's face flushed red to the roots of her neck, and she almost dropped the spoon in her hand.

Meng Yaya covered her eyes, her fingers clenched wide: "Oh dear, so embarrassing! Even Hei Feng can't stand it anymore!"

Black Wind under the kang (a heated brick bed) barked in agreement.

Lin Wanrou glared at Gu Changfeng with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. The glare wasn't particularly offensive; instead, it carried a hint of coquettishness that made Gu Changfeng feel lightheaded.

She scooped up another spoonful of porridge, this time feeling a bit flustered, and handed it over before letting it cool down.

Gu Changfeng didn't dodge and answered immediately.

Perhaps the porridge was too full, or perhaps Gu Changfeng opened his mouth too quickly, a drop of golden rice soup slid down the corner of his mouth, along the lines of his strong jaw, and was about to drip onto the top button of his collar.

"Oops, it leaked."

Lin Wanrou didn't even think; it was an instinctive reaction. She put down the bowl, reached into her pocket, pulled out a faded handkerchief, and leaned forward to wipe herself.

The corner of the handkerchief was pressed against Gu Changfeng's lips.

The movement was too light, too gentle.

Through a thin layer of cotton cloth, Lin Wanrou's fingertips inevitably touched Gu Changfeng's lips.

The lips were a little dry and chapped, and also a little hot.

Electric current.

There is definitely an electric current.

Lin Wanrou felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips, as if a spark had traveled up her fingers and into her arm. Panicked, she quickly tried to pull her hand back.

"Don't move."

Gu Changfeng's right hand, which was still able to move, was still trembling slightly, but he quickly and ruthlessly raised it.

A rough, calloused hand grabbed the small hand that was trying to escape.

Time stood still at that moment.

Lin Wanrou remained in that half-leaning position, her breathing erratic. She could feel Gu Changfeng's hot breath hitting the back of her hand, hot and scalding.

Gu Changfeng didn't speak, his deep-set eyes seeming to hold two flames. He didn't let go of her hand, but instead gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.

Rough fingertips glide across delicate skin.

This isn't wiping a mouth, it's rubbing a fire!

"Well..." Meng Yaya couldn't stand it anymore. These two were almost fifty years old combined, and their relationship was more tedious than that of kindergarteners. She crumpled the candy wrapper in her hand into a ball and threw it on the ground.

"Dad, are you holding Mom's hand trying to make me eat that drop of soup back?"

Children's innocent words can be the most deadly.

Lin Wanrou jerked her hand back as if she'd been electrocuted. She bounced backward, nearly knocking over the dish of pickled vegetables on the kang table.

"Have you...have you eaten enough?" she stammered, her eyes fixed on the tips of her shoes, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Gu Changfeng felt a sense of emptiness in his heart as his hands went empty. He rubbed his fingers together with a hint of regret, but his face remained serious: "I'm full. This meal was quite good."

How could it not be good? He's practically eaten people alive.

Lin Wanrou hurriedly cleared away the dishes, moving at a speed as if she were fleeing for her life: "I'll go wash the dishes."

After saying that, she picked up the empty bowl, lifted the curtain, and ran out, her back view showing a somewhat disheveled and hasty escape.

Only the father and daughter and Hei Feng stared at each other in the room.

Gu Changfeng leaned back against the pile of quilts, unable to suppress the smile on his lips. He raised his right hand and looked at his palm, as if the soft, smooth touch of his wife's hand still lingered there.

"Well done, Chief Gu," Meng Yaya crawled over and patted Gu Changfeng's thigh. "You're pretty good at playing hard to get. Looks like losing that arm was worth it; you're almost going to win over your wife."

Gu Changfeng was in a good mood and didn't argue with the little girl. Instead, he took out a handful of loose change from under his pillow, which were the few small bills left over from catching the spies earlier.

"Go buy yourself an ice pop. Don't be a third wheel."

Meng Yaya looked at the five cents in her hand and snorted disdainfully. Five cents to bribe her, the divine helper? But considering her cheapskate father was so helpful, she decided to see it through.

"Dad, I have something important to tell you." Meng Yaya put the money in her pocket, her little face suddenly becoming serious.

"Although your arm has been set, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. You can't move around too much while sleeping at night. If you roll over and put it on yourself, all your efforts will be wasted."

Gu Changfeng nodded: "I know, I will be careful."

"You know nothing." Meng Yaya rolled her eyes. "You sleep like a log, you wouldn't wake up even if thunder roared. How could you control yourself from turning over? If you broke something in the middle of the night, my mom would cry her eyes out."

Gu Changfeng was taken aback; this was indeed a problem. He was used to sleeping on a cot in the army, and sometimes when he was extremely tired, he couldn't sleep still.

"What should we do then?"

"You're so stupid!" Meng Yaya pointed at Lin Wanrou, who had just entered the room. Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing.

"Let my mom watch over you. Don't sleep in separate rooms tonight; let her sleep next to you, with the corner of the blanket on top of you. That way, she'll wake up at the slightest noise."

Lin Wanrou, who had just entered the room and hadn't even dried her hands yet, slipped on her feet upon hearing these words and almost knelt down.

In this day and age, even though they are husband and wife, many families sleep separately or with the child between them after having children.

Especially for couples like them who are married in name only, during the few days they came back, Gu Changfeng slept at the head of the kang (heated brick bed), while the mother and son slept at the foot of the kang, separated by a vast distance.

Should I sleep on one side now?

"I won't..." Lin Wanrou was about to refuse.

Gu Changfeng suddenly frowned, clutched his left arm, hissed, and a look of pain appeared on his face:

"Ya Ya is right. I moved just now, and it felt like needles were pricking my bones. I really don't dare to sleep tonight if no one is watching me."

Meng Yaya gives his acting a nine out of ten. She'd give him a point more to avoid making him arrogant.

When Lin Wanrou saw how much pain he was in, her heart immediately softened. Her sense of duty as a doctor instantly overwhelmed her shyness.

"Well... alright then." Lin Wanrou bit her lip, her voice barely audible, "Tonight... I'll move my bedding over there."

The sun had already set outside, and the light inside the house had dimmed.

In the long night, a lone man and woman, along with a child who loves to watch the drama unfold.

I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well.