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Lu Weiliang awkwardly wiped his sweat and coughed lightly.

"Um, I brought back some fast food. Why don't we sit down and eat together?"

Inside the room, Sha Ling heard her wife's voice and immediately opened the door and crawled out.

He was getting really annoyed by the constant commotion caused by his master and servant, Xizelu.

He thoughtfully took the food from Lu Weiliang's hand and gestured with his fingers.

[It's a little chilly, and I miss you.]

Lu Weiliang reached out, wanting to give Sha Ling's big pectoral muscles a good squeeze.

He glanced at the two wooden stakes out of the corner of his eye, quickly withdrew a gesture, and changed it into a big wink, "I miss you too, sweetie."

How much do you want to?

Lu Weiliang smiled indulgently: "Yes, I really, really want to."

She knew very well that Sha Ling was always worried about his birthday because he didn't have a name, so she tried her best to give him a sense of security in showing affection in front of outsiders.

Sure enough, Sha Ling's little face looked like it was springtime.

Her smile was sweet and radiant.

Yan Zhigao, who was laughing, pouted in annoyance. He put down the documents and said, "Director Lu, I have other matters to attend to at the military region, so I'll be leaving now. You guys enjoy your meal."

Once the person left, the room became eerily quiet.

Sha Ling, like a diligent little wife, arranged the food she brought back on the dining table one by one.

He had his own agenda; he placed all the spicy dishes on the other side.

Xizelu wanted to lend a hand, but judging from the other party's posture, he was afraid that if he reached out, he would get elbowed.

He sat there obediently, pondering how to bring up the news—the Qixi Festival banquet at the palace, where married sentries were required to bring their wives.

In previous years, he never went to such meaningless occasions, but this year the princess insisted, so he had no choice but to obey.

After the awkward dinner, Xizelu volunteered to do the housework of washing the pots and pans.

Then, while Sha Ling was taking a shower, he knocked on Lu Weiliang's door.

After mentally preparing myself for a while, I finally managed to say, "Wei, Wei..." But I couldn't bring myself to say it: "Director Lu, there's something I need to tell you."

To avoid suspicion, Lu Weiliang put on a loose bathrobe, covering her shapely figure under the straps.

"Aru, please come in."

Upon hearing the title "Aru," Nishizawa's body trembled, and his ears silently burned.

He hesitated for half a second before slowly turning the doorknob.

The door opened a crack, and a sweet scent of pears wafted right in front of him. His red eyes clearly froze for a moment. He lowered his eyelashes and sat down awkwardly on the sofa in the reception area, his hands resting on his knees, perfectly upright.

"Director Lu, in three days..."

"Stop!" Lu Weiliang interrupted forcefully: "Just call me Weiliang. When we're not working, there's no need to use my title."

Xizelu's thin lips moved silently, his Adam's apple bobbing before he finally managed to utter, "It's slightly cool. There will be a banquet at the palace in three days. According to the rules, sentries are required to bring their wives to attend."

He paused for a moment: "Would you be available that day? If you were free, could you help me out?"

Lu Weiliang casually flipped through the guidance schedule and saw that she was free that day. Without thinking, she agreed and said nonchalantly, "I'm free. Don't worry, even if this wasn't written in the agreement, I'll still put on a good show for you."

play?

Even though he knew she was just stating a normal fact, that particular word still inexplicably annoyed Xizelu.

"Thanks."

Lu Weiliang didn't notice his change and smiled sweetly, "You're too kind."

Xizelu's irritation seemed to deepen. He stood up, without raising his head, and turned to walk out.

At the same time, Sha Ling had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom, still damp, when she bumped into Nishizawa Lu sneaking out of his wife's room.

He also became irritated, and as he approached, he pretended to accidentally bump into Xizelu's shoulder hard.

Xize Lu was absent-minded and only reacted when his shoulder hurt. He looked up and met Sha Ling's icy blue eyes.

Even if the other person couldn't speak, he could tell that the insults were very vulgar.

He had no intention of getting entangled with her. He just rubbed his aching shoulder haphazardly, avoided that icy gaze, and hurriedly returned to his room, his mind filled with Lu Weiliang's nonchalant words, "Perform this act well."

Sha Ling stood in the living room for a while, making sure there was no noise from next door, before tiptoeing into the wife's room and quietly closing the door.

He shuffled to the edge of the sofa, half-kneeling as if he had no bones, and buried his head in Lu Weiliang's arms.

His soft body, still soft from his bath, pressed against her.

He grabbed her wrist, buried his face in her lower abdomen and rubbed it against her, letting out pitiful whimpers.

She had to rub his back repeatedly, as if only in this way could she get rid of the annoyance she felt from bumping into Xizelu earlier.

Lu Weiliang had read the post before, so she was very familiar with the plot.

She cupped Sha Ling's puffed-up face in her hands and chuckled softly, "Hmm? Someone's jealous?"

Sha Ling hummed in denial, but hugged her waist even tighter.

No, I'm not a jealous sentinel.

Lu Weiliang raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? Then shall I take a stroll around that house on Xize Road?"

Sha Ling grabbed her ankle, her eyes glistening with tears. "His room smells of chicken, it's awful. If you want to wander around, go to my room."

This scene was so unfairly unfair that it instantly pierced Lu Weiliang's heart.

She was incredibly soft-hearted, so she lifted Sha Ling's chin and planted a light kiss on his lips, pulling away just as quickly.

Pink bubbles immediately appeared on Sha Ling's body.

It felt so sweet. He hadn't kissed her enough and was getting carried away. He stretched his neck and leaned in again, only to have Lu Weiliang block his forehead with one of her index fingers.

"Sweetie, save the kiss for tomorrow."

He pouted, reluctantly moving closer to her, circling his fingertips on her knee for a while before finally making a gesture.

It's a bit chilly. Can we spend the Qixi Festival (Double Seventh Festival) together in three days? [The weather is a little cool.]

Three days later? The Qixi Festival?

Lu Weiliang pulled up the calendar and saw the festival, which was similar to the one in her hometown.

This is troublesome; she has already agreed to Xizelu's request.

Feeling guilty, she confessed in a low voice, "Lingling, I had to attend a social event that night."

Before the words were even finished, the person in her arms froze instantly.

Sha Ling felt her heart being squeezed tightly, and her eyes instantly reddened.

[Socializing? ...Is it a date with someone?!]

"No, it's just a business dinner. I'm just helping out."

Whom should we help?

"Xize Road".

Sha Ling's heart shattered into eight pieces. [Won't she be back tonight?]

The implication is: Are you going to spend the night out? Spend the night out with Xizelu? Share a bed, have sex, and make it a fait accompli?

Lu Weiliang solemnly held up a finger and shook it from side to side: "Impossible, I will definitely finish as soon as possible and come back to be with you."

Upon hearing this, some people, their hearts still heavy with the fragments of a broken city, began to stir again.

……

Three days later, on the morning.

Lu Weiliang was discussing the customs of the Qixi Festival with the little sentry, and they were having a great time chatting.

A loud bang echoed in the sky, followed by exciting news from the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The divorce petition has been approved!