Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Those large, warm, and somewhat rough hands climbed up her shapely waistline.

A slightly trembling voice rang out, causing the hands to stop their movement, which was about to approach the soft curves. "Husband, no, this is the living room."

Gu Xiaonan's voice was low. She tilted her head slightly, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes clearly saw the turbulent emotions surging in his eyes.

It was a long-suppressed burning desire, a wild look in his eyes that wanted to devour her but was suppressed.

His intense gaze and heavy breathing made her tremble slightly. Her beautiful eyelashes fluttered incessantly, and her breathing became erratic. "Husband, let's go to the bedroom."

"Okay," the next second, Zhang Anbang picked her up around the waist, "Wife, let's go back inside."

After saying that, Zhang Anbang carried her and strode towards the bedroom. With a gentle hook of his heel, the door closed steadily, completely shutting out the bright lights and the noise from the television in the living room.

Only a dim bedside lamp remained in the bedroom, casting a soft, hazy light that gently enveloped the two of them.

Zhang Anbang carefully placed the person in his arms on the soft bedding, his palms gently supporting her lower back.

He was usually calm and composed, decisive and resolute, but when faced with his beautiful wife, whose porcelain-white skin had turned red with shyness, he was completely awkward and clumsy.

He had watched many practical teaching videos of Japanese pirate teachers in his previous life, but he had never put them into practice and was unable to combine theory with practice.

Now that the time for practice had finally come, Zhang Anbang finally discovered that those Japanese teachers' practical videos were pure nonsense.

Gu Xiaonan kept her eyes closed, her cheeks and ear tips already flushed a deep crimson, yet she did not flinch.

Feeling the somewhat rough and clumsy movements, Gu Xiaonan felt a mix of panic and anticipation in her heart.

Looking at those peach-colored lips in front of him, Zhang Anbang leaned closer and couldn't resist kissing them.

……

A few minutes later, Zhang Anbang gently raised himself up, his fingertips slightly stiff and clumsy as he gently touched the buttons on the collar of her pajamas.

His hands, which used to fire two hundred shots in a row without ever trembling, all within the fifty-ring range, were now trembling violently.

Unbuttoning the white plastic buttons on that light blue cotton pajama felt several times harder than pressing down on the upward-jumping muzzle of a gun with a 81-barreled gun.

He tried two or three times before finding the right gap and unbuttoned the small white buttons one by one.

Her clothes slid gently to the sides, revealing smooth, delicate shoulders and a soft, well-proportioned figure. She was elegant, gentle, and captivating.

The delicate satin straps draped loosely over her shoulders, and the light purple fabric perfectly accentuated her soft, graceful curves. The upper half of the garment was covered with embroidered vines and openwork lace, its delicate texture subtly revealed under the dim light.

A small pearl button adorns the central V-shape, paired with a light purple satin bow, understated yet exuding a perfectly gentle and charming charm.

Her fair skin was accented with a touch of pale purple, a perfect balance that made him momentarily lose his composure.

Zhang Anbang suddenly stopped moving, and suddenly remembered the lyrics of the song about being ripped off and left with only Wu Tong. That guy was right. He was obviously very lifelike. Purple does have a unique charm.

Gu Xiaonan felt the cool air on her shoulder, and her cheeks burned even more. She subconsciously shrank back slightly, but did not raise her hand to cover herself. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and buried half of her face in his arm.

Noticing that he suddenly stopped moving, she looked up and saw that his wheat-colored cheeks were flushed, accompanied by heavy breathing and constant swallowing sounds.

"Does it look good? I bought it specifically last week while shopping, and this is the first time I'm wearing it," she whispered, meeting the intense gaze.

"It's beautiful, very beautiful, extremely beautiful," a slightly hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat, carrying a hint of hesitation, yet exceptionally sincere.

He lowered his head and continued kissing his wife's exceptionally beautiful lips, while his large hands continuously measured the circumference of the arc.

"Wife, how do I untie this?" After fumbling around four or five times without success, Zhang Anbang had no choice but to ask in a low voice. This piece of cloth, no bigger than a palm, felt even more difficult to untangle than the backpack rope that was soaked with water and tightly knotted.

"Giggle."

Hearing this, Gu Xiaonan, who was originally shy, couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Idiot."

She spoke softly, reached her hand behind her back, and the beautiful light purple lace fabric loosened.

Hearing this, Zhang Anbang scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly. There was nothing he could do; having been single for two lifetimes, he genuinely had no such experience.

Most of the practical combat instruction videos from Japanese instructors focus on starting battles instantly and don't teach these detailed techniques at all.

With the clever and strategic shift of the pretty yet cumbersome light purple lace fabric, the view that came into view was instantly beautiful.

Zhang Anbang's breathing became heavier. "Honey, I suddenly remembered I forgot to buy that balloon."

"Hmm, it's okay. I don't want you to use that the first time."

"Could there be...?"

"If you're pregnant, you should take it. Besides, I heard from the older ladies at the station that it's safer to have your period seven days before and eight days after it ends, when your period has just ended two days ago."

"Auntie? How come I didn't know? When did it start? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Fool."

Gu Xiaonan, who was originally shy, almost laughed out of anger and hugged his neck tightly.

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(I know you guys don't like reading this, so I'll omit 100,000 words here. Well, the curtains hang low, the fragrance of mist is soft, and our hearts are in perfect harmony. The main problem is that there's no way to avoid omitting it; I've reviewed it so many times that I can't even remember it all.)

Her starry eyes were hazy, her hair disheveled, and the moon and wind outside the window offered no joy.

At five o'clock in the morning, the faint light of dawn seeped into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains. Gu Xiaonan slowly opened her eyes. Just as she was about to sit up, her lower back felt sore and heavy. She frowned subconsciously and could only lie back down on the pillow.

"Honey, you're awake. Rest a little longer, I'll go buy some breakfast," Zhang Anbang said, gently kissing her forehead before getting out of bed.

"Um."

Gu Xiaonan responded softly, her gaze sweeping over Zhang Anbang's retreating figure as he left the bedroom.

Last night's scenes suddenly flooded my mind. In the past, the two of us had always been restrained and polite when we were together, and at most we would hug and kiss.

But yesterday he was awkward, wild and passionate, probing little by little, again and again, until he finally fell into a deep sleep in the middle of the night, the room filled with a special atmosphere.

The thought of those intimate and tender moments from last night, along with the burning sensation inside her body, made her cheeks and ear tips instantly turn bright red. She hurriedly turned to the side, curled up, and buried half of her face in the soft bedding.

I slept soundly for five hours, but I still felt a persistent fatigue throughout my body. My lower back ached and felt heavy, and my legs felt weak.

With the slightest movement, a soreness slowly spread along my spine, making me feel even more tired than after running five kilometers.