With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Song Yanzhou quickly pulled her hand and led her inside, turning on the lights and closing the door in one smooth motion.

In the small main room, only the dim light of the incandescent bulb and the sound of two people breathing remained.

Song Yanzhou stood in front of her, glanced at her, and felt restless all day.

At this moment, I felt completely relieved.

He didn't say anything, but reached out and pulled her into his arms. Then he turned around and gently pinned her against the wall behind him.

The wall was cool, and through her thin coat, it pressed against her back.

Song Yanzhou's breath fell on her ear, carrying a little warmth. His palm was on the wall beside her ear, his chest almost touching her shoulder. He lowered his head, so close that she could see the reddened light in his eyes.

After a long pause, he spoke in a low, deep voice.

"Zhiyu, you're not going anywhere for the next two weeks."

With rapid breathing and a flurry of kisses, they landed, from the brow bone to the eyelids, to behind the ears, to the neck, a delicate and meticulous trail.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyelashes trembled, unable to resist, and she could only pat his shoulder lightly and quickly with her right hand.

After a long while, the kiss ended. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath unsteady, his chest heaving.

Jiang Zhiyu was also panting, and she was about to raise her hand to push him.

A pair of hands reached out from under her knees and lifted her up in one swift motion.

Jiang Zhiyu instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, but Song Yanzhou walked into the inner room without looking back.

The incandescent light in the small bedroom stayed on for a long time, until the deepest part of the night, before it suddenly went out with a "click".

-

the next day.

When Jiang Zhiyu woke up, the sun was already shining on the window frame. As soon as she moved, she almost fell back onto the bed. Her throat was dry and hoarse, her back was almost broken, and her thighs were still trembling. From head to toe, she didn't want to move a single finger.

Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then silently opened them again.

I stared at the ceiling for a while.

"Does a man have some kind of special talent or supernatural ability in this area? How can he be so energetic?"

Seventeen burst out laughing in her mind.

"Host, I can't answer that for you. You caught your husband yourself, so figure it out yourself."

Jiang Zhiyu ignored it and reached to her side. The bedding was cold, indicating that the person was no longer there.

Jiang Zhiyu, supporting her lower back, slowly sat up from the covers. She took out a cup of spiritual spring water, tilted her head back, and gulped down a large mouthful. The soreness gradually subsided, and her legs stopped shaking.

Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

If you look down again, trouble will arise once more.

I felt sticky all over, but there wasn't even a place to take a bath in this yard.

Even if I wanted to go into the space to wash, I couldn't, because Song Yanzhou might come back in a little while.

She estimated the time, dawdled as she dressed, and just as she straightened her collar, the courtyard gate creaked open.

Song Yanzhou pushed open the door and came in carrying a lunchbox.

The first thing I did upon entering was look at her, scrutinizing her from head to toe, from her face to her fingers, my gaze fixed on her as if she were admiring her own masterpiece.

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

He placed the lunchbox on the table, but his free hand almost instinctively reached out and grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's hand, his fingertips gently touching it.

Jiang Zhiyu raised her eyelids, raised her hand, and slapped his hand away with a "smack," then glared at him.

Under that stern gaze, Song Yanzhou, the iron-fisted regimental commander, shrank back with a rare hint of guilt, his eyes darting timidly to the side.

"Honey! Eat quickly, eat quickly! The cafeteria has fried dough sticks and soy milk today, and I specially added a box of soup for you."

Jiang Zhiyu was amused by his expression and actions just now.

She bent down and picked up the soy milk and fried dough sticks. She was indeed hungry, so she started eating them bite by bite.

Song Yanzhou sat down next to her, his eyes glued to her face like a puppy, staring at her longingly.

Jiang Zhiyu swallowed a mouthful of soy milk.

"You're not going to the military?"

"I've finished my morning exercise."

Song Yanzhou was very serious.

"I'll come over later and have dinner with you."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him again, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up again.

-

After finishing her meal, Jiang Zhiyu put down her chopsticks, but the sticky feeling still lingered.

She looked up at Song Yanzhou, who immediately understood.

He turned around, pulled a small ticket from a drawer under the table, and handed it to her.

"Bathhouse ticket. There's a communal bathhouse in our compound. Just make do for today. I'll clean up the bathroom for you in the next couple of days."

Jiang Zhiyu took the thin ticket.

She silently repeated the three words to herself: "Public bathhouse."

Seeing her expression, Song Yanzhou was worried and insisted on seeing her to the entrance of the bathhouse before leaving.

-

As soon as the bathhouse door opened, Jiang Zhiyu wanted to leave immediately. It was a large, dusty cement room with a row of faucets on the wall, steaming hot.

A dozen or so women huddled together, each carrying a large or small basin filled with clothes, which they also used to wash with the bathwater.

She was only holding a towel and a bar of soap. Jiang Zhiyu's breath hitched, and she was about to step back when several pairs of eyes turned to look at her, their eyes sparkling.

Jiang Zhiyu bit her lip, steeled herself and stepped inside. Once inside, she wanted to leave even more.

-

This bathhouse doesn't even have a single cubicle.

An older military wife deftly cleared out a small cabinet and waved to her.

"This cabinet is from Commander Song's family! You can use it."

Jiang Zhiyu twitched the corners of her mouth and thanked him lightly, while Seventeen was already laughing so hard in her mind.

"Host, host, you're probably going to be surrounded by onlookers today."

Jiang Zhiyu ignored it, turned her back, and slowly began to undress.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

One more second.

All eyes, bright and sparkling, were fixed on her back as if she were some rare species.

Jiang Zhiyu's ears started to burn. She lowered her head and took off her outer garment, preparing to unbutton her inner garment as well.

Those marks, the faint red marks left from last night, ran down from her neck and spread across her snow-white shoulders and back, clearly visible.

Jiang Zhiyu paused, realizing she had forgotten about this. She almost picked up the dress again, but the gazes behind her only intensified.

Seventeen flapped its little wings.

"Host, host, don't panic! I'll adjust the spiritual energy in your space right away!"

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath, and a faint wisp of spatial spiritual energy quietly seeped out from her pores, condensing into a very faint mist on the surface of her skin, almost invisible to the naked eye. It only made people think that this girl's skin was so white that it was almost glowing.

-

Jiang Zhiyu, under the gaze of everyone in the room, steadily walked to a tap in the far corner.

Turn on the water.

"Splash—"

A large stream of water cascaded down her head, and she lowered her eyes, focusing intently on rinsing herself.

The sound of rushing water tried to block out the whispers outside as much as possible, but it wasn't enough; the sounds still crept into my ears, one by one.

"Hey, don't look, don't look! Look, look at Commander Song's wife!"

"My goodness! How can someone be so good-looking?"

"That figure, that waist, even I, as his wife, am dazzled, let alone Commander Song. Commander Song is so lucky!"

"Hey, take a good look, those red spots on her body, tsk tsk tsk, looks like Commander Song really went all out last night."

"It's a newlywed couple, this is all normal."

"If I were Commander Song, I wouldn't let go of such a beautiful wife either."

"Hey, hey, keep your voice down, the new bride's face is all red."

Jiang Zhiyu hung her head, her face flushed red under the gushing water, making it impossible to tell whether it was from the water or from the teasing of the women in the room.

Seventeen laughed until her stomach hurt in her mind.

"Host, I've never seen you so embarrassed before! This is worth recording! I'm going to write it into my space log!"

Jiang Zhiyu gritted her teeth.

"You dare."

Seventeen immediately backed down.

"No, no, I was just thinking about it."

-

Jiang Zhiyu gritted her teeth, quickly rinsed off the water, splashed some water on herself, and grabbed a towel to wrap herself up.

She walked faster than ever on the short distance from the tap to the cabinet, the sound of rushing water behind her mingled with the laughter of the aunties.

With her hair still wet, Jiang Zhiyu quickly dressed, grabbed a towel, and walked out of the bathhouse without looking back.

Behind him, a room full of aunties burst into laughter.

"Oh dear, this young wife is so shy, and she's still a new bride."

"It's normal for a new bride; she'll get used to it after a couple more times!"

-

Jiang Zhiyu walked quickly through the alley of the courtyard, her back damp and sticking to her clothes.

As she walked, she silently recounted all the awkward moments of the day in her mind.

"Seventeen, I think I can write an embarrassing memoir today, titled 'My Day Being Stared At in the Military Compound Bathhouse.'"

Seventeen was so happy he was practically trembling with joy.

"Host, I'll definitely give you a five-star review."

Jiang Zhiyu ignored it, lowered her head and quickened her pace, turning towards her own courtyard.

She decided to go back to live with his parents. She would come back whenever Song Yanzhou had finished cleaning the shower.

Hmph, we can't let her bear this alone, you scoundrel.