First, then, love.

3 PM, the compound of the Municipal Special Police Detachment.

As November arrived, the temperature plummeted.

The wind howled, scraping against our cheeks like knives, and the withered yellow leaves scattered on the playground were swept into the air.

Fifty-meter tactical shooting training range.

"Bang bang bang".

Gunshots rang out, and the smell of gunpowder filled the cold air.

Dozens of strong men, dressed in thin training uniforms, crawled and rolled in the mud, their bodies covered in sweat, mud and water mingling with their sweat.

Assault soldier Xiao Zhao isn't in good form today.

He made a positioning mistake, slipped, and fell flat on his face in the mud.

The submachine gun in my hand tilted, and the bullet flew off target.

The entire place was deathly silent; even the wind seemed to have stopped.

All eyes turned to He Zheng, who was standing to the side.

Today, He Zheng wore a black turtleneck training uniform with the collar turned up high, covering his neck, and a black tactical vest over it.

He stood there with a stopwatch between his fingers, exuding an air of authority and a cold, sharp gaze.

It’s over.

Xiao Zhao lay on the muddy ground, his face pale, his heart pounding wildly.

According to past practice, for such a low-level tactical mistake, the "Living Yama" (a derogatory term for a powerful figure) would kick the team and then punish them by making the entire team run ten kilometers with weights until they were vomiting acid.

Xiao Zhao closed his eyes tightly, covered his head with his hands, and waited to face the raging storm.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

There was no movement.

He Zheng pressed the stopwatch and glanced down at the time.

His thick, dark eyebrows twitched slightly.

He strode over, his high-top military boots crunching on the gravel.

It stopped in front of Xiao Zhao.

"Your legs are weak?"

He Zheng looked down at him, his voice flat.

Xiao Zhao shakily got up, covered in mud. "Report, Captain! I didn't sleep well last night... I slipped."

Beside him, Old Li, holding a thermos, frantically winked at Xiao Zhao, urging him to quickly admit his mistake and beg for forgiveness.

He Zheng stared at Xiao Zhao for two seconds.

Something was on his mind, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

That smile carried an eerie, gentle quality that sent chills down one's spine.

"Didn't sleep well? Okay."

He Zheng nodded, and for the first time ever, reached out and patted Xiao Zhao's mud-covered shoulder, surprisingly not too hard.

"Young man, take it easy. Go rest for ten minutes, then do ten more sets."

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the rest area.

The entire team was stunned, their jaws practically agape.

Control point?

The team captain is actually concerned about the team members' private lives? Not only did he not kick anyone or punish the whole team by making them run with weights, he even let them rest for ten minutes?!

Is this something a cold-faced Yama (King of Hell) would do?

Old Li opened his mouth, and a gust of cold wind suddenly rushed into his throat, choking him and causing him to cough violently until his face turned red.

The lounge was well-heated.

He Zheng sat on the long bench with his legs spread wide.

He was holding a phone in his hand, the screen lit up.

After coughing, Old Li, carrying his thermos, crouched down and tiptoed over like a thief.

Her gaze passed over He Zheng's broad shoulders and landed on the phone screen.

The page was brightly colored, filled with pictures of packaging in bright red and pink.

The product title is in bold and highlighted, making it exceptionally eye-catching.

[For women only! Heating and soothing lumbar support patch! Warms the uterus and protects the lower back! Relieves lower back pain and muscle strain! Keeps you warm and comfortable!]

Old Li almost spat out the goji berry water he had just drunk.

He covered his mouth tightly and forced the water down, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

Look down again.

Several items were still lying quietly in He Zheng's shopping cart.

[Rose essential oil massage oil, suitable for full-body massage to relieve fatigue.]

Thick cashmere knee pads, warm and cold-proof, a nemesis of chronic leg pain.

[Pure cotton seamless plus-size men's underwear, one box.]

He Zheng's rough fingers slid across the screen, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were making some important tactical decision.

He opened the customer service chat window for the waist sticker.

Typing with one hand, the thumb flies, at an extremely fast speed.

[He: What was the highest temperature you had when you had a fever?]

The other party replied instantly.

[Customer Service: Honey, it can reach a maximum temperature of 55 degrees Celsius and maintain that temperature for 12 hours.]

[He: Won't it burn her skin? My wife has thin skin, it turns red easily if you touch it even slightly.]

Old Li could see everything clearly from behind; every word felt like a nail piercing his eyes.

The phrase "My wife has thin skin" was like a powerful high-explosive grenade, exploding directly in Old Li's mind.

Is this the kind of thing a SWAT team leader who rubs suspects in the mud and crushes bottles with his bare hands would say?

Old Li felt that his worldview had completely collapsed, shattered beyond repair.

He clutched his chest, feeling guilty, and backed away step by step, quietly slipping out of the lounge.

He rushed out of the lounge.

Old Li ran all the way to the bathroom and locked the innermost stall door.

I took out my phone and opened WeChat.

Find the pinned post, "Lone Wolf Commando (No Captain Version)".

His fingers trembled as he frantically typed on the screen.

[Old Li (Deputy Captain)]: Brothers! The sky has fallen! This is unbelievable!

The group is usually lively, and now that a training session has just ended, a bunch of seasoned veterans have suddenly emerged.

[Sniper Liu]: What's wrong now, Brother Li? You're always so dramatic. What's wrong with the captain this time?

[Demolitionist Monkey]: Brother Li, we all saw that the captain didn't punish Xiao Zhao just now. Is he holding back some big move to kill us tomorrow?

[Old Li (Vice Captain)]: What a load of crap, holding back a big move! Do you guys even know what he was doing in the break room just now?!

[Commander Xiao Zhao]: What? Looking at international counter-terrorism cases?

[Old Li (Deputy Captain)]: Bullshit! He's shopping online!

[Reconnaissance Soldier Lao Hei]: Online shopping? What's the captain buying?

Old Li gritted his teeth and dropped a bombshell.

[Old Li (Deputy Captain)]: He bought "Women's Soothing Waist Patches" and massage oil! He even asked customer service if they would burn his wife's skin! He said his wife has thin skin! It turns red as soon as it's touched!

The group chat instantly fell silent.

The deathly silence lasted for a full half minute.

Then, the news exploded like a burst dam.

[Sniper Liu]: Holy crap! Waist patches! Massage oil! How intense must it have been last night to ruin my sister-in-law's back?!

[Demolitionist Monkey]: What a beast! Worse than a beast! The captain's stamina, his waist strength, in the middle of the night... I can't even imagine, I really can't imagine, my sister-in-law suffered so much.

[Assault Team Member Xiao Zhao]: No wonder the captain just told me, "Young man, be more restrained." He was clearly showing off! He was flaunting his relationship! I tripped and fell, and now I have to endure this?! Is there no justice in this world?!

[Reconnaissance Soldier Lao Hei]: From a criminal investigation perspective and ergonomic analysis, the need for soothing waist patches and massage oil indicates that the muscles are in a state of extreme fatigue and overstretching. Captain, this is not just a new experience, it's like indulging in a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, partying every night!

[Sniper Liu]: Should we chip in and buy the captain some Huiyuan Kidney Tonic? This kind of torture, even an iron kidney couldn't take it, right?

[Old Li (Deputy Captain)]: Buy my ass! He's in great shape! Didn't you see how rosy and glowing his complexion is today?!

Old Li was heartbroken to see this bunch of clowns frantically spamming the screen.

He jabbed his finger into the screen with all his might, letting out a final wail.

[Old Li (Deputy Captain)]: Brothers, the captain has been completely corrupted! From now on, he should flatter his wife properly.

In the lounge.

He Zheng had just placed the order, adding fifty yuan to request same-city express delivery, which had to be delivered to Jinxiu Huating within one hour.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

A WeChat pop-up window appears.

The profile picture is a calico cat with its claws outstretched, and the nickname is "Spoiled Darling".

He Zheng raised an eyebrow, a smile appearing in his eyes.

Open the dialog box.

[Spoiled Brat]: He Zheng! I'm warning you!

Even through the screen, you could feel the woman's gritted teeth and furious, jumping up and down.

He Zheng leaned against the metal of the locker, his long legs casually crossed.

Typing with one hand, in a relaxed posture.

【He Lao Er】: What warning?

The other end immediately sent a long string of text, extremely quickly.

Don't touch me tonight! I want to watch a movie!

He Zheng stared at the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing.

A low, pleasant laugh escaped from his chest.

This woman is tough on the outside but soft on the inside; even her harsh words have a soft, coquettish quality to them.

She didn't actually want to watch a movie; she was clearly suffering from back pain and couldn't take it anymore, but she was too proud to beg for mercy, so she was looking for an excuse to call a truce.

In his mind, the image of her on the sofa last night, her eyes red, biting her lower lip tightly, forced to beg for mercy, instantly flashed into his mind.

The color under his eyes darkened, and that familiar heat in his body began to stir again.

He Zheng took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed his anger.

Last night was really too much of a struggle. If this continues, this spoiled brat might really turn on her and run away from home.

His rough fingers tapped on the screen, sending.

Okay, I'll watch it with you.