Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Fifteen minutes later, Gu Xiaonan, who had just finished washing up and was about to get out of bed again, heard the sound of the door opening outside.

"Honey, are you up yet? I bought your favorite pan-fried buns, beef and vermicelli, pork and scallion, and fennel and pork filling. The chive and egg filling isn't ready yet, so I didn't wait. There's also sweet tofu pudding, but it's a pity it's not authentic."

Yes, as a staunch supporter of savory tofu pudding, Zhang Anbang compromised. There was no way around it; Gu Xiaonan had always eaten sweet tofu pudding since childhood, although she could also eat the savory kind.

However, the sweet version was clearly more to her liking, and this tofu pudding with added white sugar was already a downgrade for Gu Xiaonan. Back in her hometown, the tofu pudding she ate would also have a little bit of osmanthus sugar added, making it extra sweet and smooth.

"Thank you, honey, you've worked so hard. But we already have some candied osmanthus at home. My mom sent me a jar of candied osmanthus via SF Express before," Gu Xiaonan said, getting ready to get out of bed.

Seeing that Gu Xiaonan was clearly feeling unwell, Zhang Anbang scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I'm sorry, honey, I was a little too rough yesterday. Let me give you a massage; I'm really good at it."

Gu Xiaonan blushed slightly. "You rascal, you still dare to talk. But I've heard the older ladies at the station say that it's normal to feel a little uncomfortable the first time, but it will get better gradually. It's just that you, you bully, are nothing like what they said."

"What did they say?" Zhang Anbang looked at Gu Xiaonan with some doubt. "What did they say?"

"Yeah, it's supposed to be about ten minutes each time, but you went and made it for over thirty minutes. I'm almost exhausted by you."

And why is it that after resting for a few minutes you can do it again, a second time, a third time, or even a fourth time...?

Seeing Gu Xiaonan tilting her head with a puzzled look, Zhang Anbang's eyes widened as well. "Um, honey, are the older women at your workplace really this open about their conversations? But I didn't know that."

Thinking back to last night when I was lying on the bed, not wanting to move a single toe, my husband was still all high and mighty.

Gu Xiaonan's face turned even redder. "Okay, you bad boy, stop talking! Didn't you say you know how to massage? Hurry up and give me a massage."

Otherwise, if I went to work looking like this, with my back aching and legs weak, my older colleagues would definitely see and laugh at me.

"Hehe, okay, wife, don't worry. My skills have been certified by the military hospital. If word gets out about my skills, I'll be awarded a second-class merit."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved gently and steadily, carefully turning Gu Xiaonan over on the bed so that she lay softly between the blankets.

Zhang Anbang rubbed his palms together to warm them, showing none of the recklessness and wildness of the previous night, only extreme patience and gentleness.

He gently placed his large, warm palms on his wife's lower back, pressing and kneading slowly along the lines of her back with just the right amount of pressure.

His hands, calloused from years of holding guns and practicing tactics, pressed inch by inch against her porcelain-white, smooth skin, precisely kneading her stiff, tense muscles and gradually relieving the accumulated soreness and fatigue.

Gu Xiaonan, who had been feeling weak and sluggish all over, suddenly felt a warm force penetrating her muscles. Her body, which had been tense all night, gradually relaxed, and her sore waist and abdomen were relieved.

Her slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, a very soft sigh escaped from the tip of her nose, and she completely relaxed, obediently burying herself in the pillow.

"Is it comfortable?" Zhang Anbang leaned down, his voice extremely low and soft.

Gu Xiaonan nodded gently, her cheek buried in the soft pillow, her voice muffled and soft, tinged with obvious shyness, "Mmm, it feels very comfortable, even more comfortable than the massage therapists in the infirmary."

"Exactly, Comrade Zhang, you're just giving me a massage, why did you lift up my clothes?"

"Hehe," Zhang Anbang chuckled, gently patting Gu Xiaonan's round buttocks, which were clad in light blue underwear. "Wife, you don't understand, this massage is more effective."

This is like a personalized service for your wife; feel it for yourself, isn't it much better?

Feeling the force coming from her buttocks, Gu Xiaonan's body trembled slightly. Her face, buried in the pillow, burned hot. She subconsciously gripped the sheets beside her, and her shoulders involuntarily shrank slightly.

She grumbled, "You're shameless, all you do is make excuses..."

The sound muffled between the pillows, soft and lacking any intimidating power.

Zhang Anbang chuckled softly, his hands moving without faltering. His warm palms quickly returned to his lower back, applying steady and gentle massage pressure, slowly circling and kneading the stiff muscles.

While focusing on relieving her tense muscles, he said softly, "It's no excuse. Half the force is released through the fabric, so how can I massage so thoroughly? Massage for a while longer, and I guarantee you'll feel light and relaxed when you get to work."

"Hey, Comrade Zhang, where are you touching? Take your hand off now."

Gu Xiaonan, who was comfortably lying down enjoying the massage, exclaimed in surprise. When she felt those warm hands reaching directly towards her tight curves, she immediately spoke up to stop them.

"Hehe, it was a typo, honey, it was a typo. Get up, let me rub your tummy for you," Zhang Anbang said as he slowly helped Gu Xiaonan up.

"Comrade Zhang, behave your hands. It's morning now, and we have to leave for work soon, so you can't do anything reckless," she said, leaning against Zhang Anbang in a lazy and casual manner.

However, her bright red ears clearly betrayed her turbulent inner state.

"Don't worry, don't worry, wife, I know what I'm doing," Zhang Anbang said, his large palm gently massaging Gu Xiaonan's lower abdomen in a clockwise circular motion, with a soft touch.

Five minutes later, Gu Xiaonan hummed comfortably a few times.

"Okay, honey, I feel much better now. Your cooking is really good, here's a reward for you."

Feeling her previously sore back and waist relax considerably, and her heavy lower abdomen feel warm and comfortable, Gu Xiaonan couldn't help but praise her.

She got up from Zhang Anbang's arms, swayed her body, and felt that the weakness and lack of energy that had been there before had subsided by about 70-80%, leaving only a slight sense of weariness, as if she had just run a light five kilometers.

As she spoke, Gu Xiaonan jumped off the bed and stretched out a long yawn.

"Uh," Zhang Anbang stared wide-eyed at the two noticeable bulges on Gu Xiaonan's light blue cotton pajamas that appeared as she stretched.

Feeling the intense gaze again, Gu Xiaonan immediately stopped what she was doing, crossed her arms over her chest, and said sweetly, "Comrade Xiao Zhang, don't think nonsense. Hurry up and eat, or the steamed buns will get completely cold and the tofu pudding won't taste good either."

"Hehe," Zhang Anbang grinned, his fingers unconsciously rubbing together.

"Don't even think about it, it's already a bit swollen. Let's go eat, or I won't wait for you."