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His strong arms held her firmly in place. Jiang Linwan's mind went blank for a moment. Remembering that it was his birthday, she subconsciously clenched his shirt and tiptoed to gently meet his embrace.

In an instant, Lu Qiyue's body trembled violently, and the last trace of restraint he had left completely disappeared.

He pulled his arm in, his large hand firmly supporting her legs with a steady and domineering force, and lifted her up into the air.

"Wanwan, now... okay!" he said, lifting her up and leading her into the house.

Jiang Linwan wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her face flushed, and her voice was slightly breathless: "Brother Qiyue, no, it's not dark yet."

Aunt Liu, what if she comes back?

Lu Qiyue lowered his head, his nose brushing against her reddened earlobe, his voice hoarse and broken, carrying an intense heat that he had been suppressing to the extreme: "Keep your voice down, okay?"

Jiang Linwan leaned softly against him and nodded obediently.

Having received her consent, Lu Qiyue gently kicked the door shut with his right foot.

He leaned down and deepened his kiss on her lips, carefully placing her on the bed and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

Slowly down to the chin...

Jiang Linwan placed her hands at her sides, her body feeling weak and feverish...

"Brother Qiyue, I want to..."

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Qiyue asked deliberately.

Jiang Linwan bit her lip, her face flushed with embarrassment, too shy to say it aloud.

But Lu Qiyue deliberately teased her again and again.

"Tell me, what are you thinking?"

"I want... ooh." As soon as Jiang Linwan uttered the words, the man felt extremely satisfied, and his restraint could no longer be suppressed, and he relaxed.

He pressed his lips together and deepened his kiss, moving from light to dark.

Not an inch of distance was left.

"Brother Qiyue, wait..." Jiang Linwan's voice trembled with sobs as she looked at him with wet eyes, making her even more alluring.

Lu Qiyue restrained himself a bit and gently bit her earlobe: "Call me husband."

"Husband..." Jiang Linwan called out shyly.

A misty haze settled over her eyes, blurring her vision. All her strength and reason dissipated into his scalding breath.

It wasn't until Jiang Linwan's voice rang out, filled with heavy sobs, that she pleaded intermittently, "No, no more..."

The man paused.

His breathing remained heavy, and the desire surging in his eyes was overwhelming. But when he heard her sobbing and begging for mercy, his tense body suddenly stiffened.

The arms around her waist unconsciously loosened their grip and gradually slowed down.

Not long after, Jiang Linwan lay limply against his chest.

Remembering Guiying's words, she looked up at Lu Qiyue: "Brother Qiyue, are you really going to be unable to perform at your age?"

Lu Qiyue's dark eyes locked onto her fair neck once more: "What do you think? Why don't we continue?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Linwan, feeling her body about to fall apart, quickly shook her head: "No! I'm tired."

Lu Qiyue's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he looked at her in a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, your man is different from theirs."

After he finished speaking, he got up briskly, took a quick cold shower in the yard, and then went to the kitchen to boil water.

He pulled his oversized coat over her shoulders and put it on her. Looking at her exposed thighs, Lu Qiyue's eyes darkened.

He suppressed the strange sensation in his body, and carried her to the bathroom.

After wiping herself down and getting dressed, Jiang Linwan noticed that Aunt Liu hadn't returned yet. Bored, she wandered around the room, her gaze suddenly falling on the calendar.

Thinking that today was Qiyue's birthday, she quickly walked over, wrote down the lunar birthday, and her eyes fell on the small circle on the calendar, but lingered on half a month ago.

She was momentarily confused. If Qi Yue was drawing circles to calculate his birthday, then what did it mean?

Could it be that day was some special occasion? She doesn't remember?

Watching Lu Qiyue return to the house, Jiang Linwan pointed to the calendar and asked curiously, "Brother Qiyue, what are these circles for?"

Lu Qiyue's gaze fell on the circles on the calendar, and he coughed to cover his embarrassment: "They are some training missions for the regiment."

After he finished speaking, he quickly tore off that page of the calendar and threw it directly into the trash can.

Then, changing the subject, he said, "Political Commissar Xiao is treating us to dinner the day after tomorrow. Please tell Aunt Liu not to cook for just the two of us tonight."

When a new couple comes to the residential compound, they usually invite people over for a meal. This serves two purposes: firstly, to celebrate the new couple's housewarming, and secondly, to allow the new wife to get to know the other women in the compound and quickly integrate into the community.

However, since Political Commissar Xiao was raising his child alone without a wife, Jiang Linwan asked, "Do you need help with the cooking?"

Lu Qiyue shook her head: "You're pregnant now, you don't need to go. Political Commissar Xiao will definitely have someone to ask, so don't worry about it."

Jiang Linwan nodded. Political Commissar Xiao had indeed invited someone, and Jiang Linwan was quite familiar with the person he invited.

Ever since Jiang Mingchuan and Tian Zhaodi confirmed their relationship in the family compound, even the people of Shimo Village knew that the two were together.

When Jiang's mother found out, she was overjoyed. She had always liked Tian Zhaodi, a hardworking girl who wasn't too cunning.

Hearing that Tian Zhaodi was willing to not have children in the future for the sake of her granddaughter, Jiang's mother was even more pleased and directly acknowledged Tian Zhaodi's identity.

Yang Xiaofang was afraid that her younger sister would be hurt by the repeated breakups, so she had been trying to find her a boyfriend.

I heard that the newly arrived Political Commissar Xiao doesn't have a wife. Although he has three children, he is a political commissar, which is a high-ranking position.

If her sister doesn't mind someone older like Jiang Mingchuan, she can definitely accept someone like Political Commissar Xiao.

Moreover, her sister wasn't solely focused on finding someone of a high rank; the more Yang Xiaofang thought about it, the more she felt that Political Commissar Xiao was the right fit.

Upon hearing her husband say that they were going to Political Commissar Xiao's house for dinner, she volunteered to help with the cooking.

Commissar Xiao originally intended to just buy some food from the canteen, but Yang Xiaofang was so enthusiastic that she bought the vegetables and meat for cooking right after lunch and brought them directly to Commissar Xiao's home.

Political Commissar Xiao couldn't refuse, so he took the money and gave it to Yang Xiaofang: "Then I'll have to trouble you, sister-in-law."

Yang Xiaofang smiled and shook her head: "No trouble at all. We all live in the same courtyard. If anything comes up, just say so."

"You probably won't have time to take care of the children after you go to the troupe. My sister and I are just staying at home with nothing to do, so you can send your children to stay with us."

Standing in front of her own door, Liu Guiying could see Yang Xiaofang's fawning face. She sighed and ran to Jiang Linwan's house: "Hey, do you think if I go and curry favor with Political Commissar Xiao, my man might get a promotion?"

Jiang Linwan didn't know how to respond. Liu Guiying wanted to continue speaking, but then Yang Xiaofang's voice came from outside the door: "Jiang Linwan, Sister-in-law Liu, Political Commissar Xiao doesn't have a wife."

"They invited us to lunch this afternoon, and you didn't even bother to help with the cooking."