The couple continued talking as Zhang Guoqing turned off the main light, switched on the small bedside lamp, propped up the pillows, leaned against the headboard, and gently hugged his wife, patting her softly.
Zhou Jiao gave him a sidelong glance in mild annoyance. She wasn't a child!
"Hahaha..." Zhang Guoqing chuckled heartily, feeling that his little wife often made him feel like he was raising a daughter. Not that there was any real objection!
Zhou Jiao smacked his firm chest speechlessly, then looked at his fair skin under the lamp, giggling at the thought. Imagining his pale complexion among the rough and dark soldiers in the bathhouse was such an incongruous picture.
No wonder this guy didn't like going to the bathhouse!
She wondered how he managed during military training at the academy with that awkward scene? Was his drive to win awards partly due to this?
Yes, she should find a chance to ask Yi Jiefang.
