Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander-Chapter 490 - 338 Cherish

Second watch of the night has passed.

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Chuxia finished her bath and came out just as Zhou Mikang was pushing the door to enter. She quickly glanced over the thick bathrobe wrapped tightly around her body and her face relaxed.

Zhou Mikang, however, frowned, "Why didn’t you dry your hair before coming out?" As he spoke, he picked up a towel hanging next to the door and moved forward to help dry her hair, his scolding tone filled with indulgence, "You’re so grown up, yet you don’t know how to take care of yourself. With your delicate little body, how can you not be careful?"

Chuxia was speechless. Was she really that frail?

Before she could argue, he pulled her to the table without room for protest, plugged in the hairdryer, and began to dry her hair with a whooshing sound, still mumbling lecturing words, but with the whooshing sound blowing past her ears, she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Although she knew he was lecturing her, she couldn’t help but feel warmth in her heart.

When she first arrived in this era, what she found most difficult to adjust to was the absence of hairdryers after washing her hair; she could only wring it dry with a towel and then let it air dry over her shoulders.

Back then, her hair was dry and yellow. Once it was dry, a gust of wind would turn it completely lion-maned. Braided, it was just two thin, yellow plaits. She didn’t want to cut it, fearing that she would look even more like a lion mane. So she kept her hair long until it got a bit better by the time she was about to join the army.

Now, after nourishing it for over half a year, her hair had become black and shiny. The hair that was cut to the roots of her ears had grown past her shoulders and, after drying, shone with a healthy luster, making her small face appear even more fair.

She was truly a beauty!

Someone admitted to being enchanted by her own reflection.

While immersed in her self-admiration, Zhou Mikang put down the hairdryer and began to sort through her tousled hair. She distinctly felt his fingers stiffen and, puzzled, she looked up at him. Following his gaze downward, she saw her exposed expanse of white skin... and with a cry, she leaped onto the bed and glared at him resentfully, "Pervert!"

Zhou Mikang chuckled lightly, "Wasn’t it intentional, for me to see? I thought my little wife was trying to seduce me, haha..."

"Narcissist!" she burrowed into the blanket and wrapped herself tightly, "Don’t have wild thoughts; I don’t feel well and can’t perform my wifely duties."

"You know it’s a wife’s duty too?" Zhou Mikang stepped forward and tousled her head sticking out of the blanket, "I’m going to take a shower, wait for me."

It was only after he went in that she realized she had forgotten to ask the most important question!

She really wanted to pretend to be asleep when he came out but knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep without answers, she reluctantly got out of bed, changed into a snug set of pajamas, and waited for him under the covers.

"Have Grandpa and Grandma and my parents agreed to me staying at Grandpa Wan’s home?" As soon as Zhou Mikang came out of the bathroom, Chuxia hurriedly asked.

Zhou Mikang glanced at her, picked up the hairdryer, and blew at his hair for a bit before turning off the light and getting into bed, "What did you just ask me?"

"You clearly heard me, why are you pretending?" she muttered softly but obediently snuggled into his arms. Although she had not performed her wifely duties earlier, becoming accustomed to sleeping in his embrace had become a natural habit.

He blew gently into her ear, "Kiss me, and I’ll tell you."

"Hey, you can’t do that; I’m in pain," she stiffened in fright, his nightly madness had truly scared her.

"I’m not planning anything; it’s just a kiss, what’s there to hurt?" Zhou Mikang turned her towards him, "You choose, should I kiss you, or will you kiss me?"

She quickly leaned forward and pecked him on the forehead, "There, can you tell me now?"

"That was too perfunctory!" he shook his head.

Having no choice, she lingered a bit longer on his forehead, "Go on."

"I asked you to kiss my lips, not my forehead. When we have a baby later, you can kiss the baby like this. As for me, I’m not to be fooled that easily."

She wanted to say "forget it then," but she was really anxious to know the answer, so she pecked him lightly on the mouth. Seeing that he kept silent, she knew he wasn’t satisfied with her performance, so she pecked him again, five times in succession without a peep from him. Nuannuan expressed her displeasure, "That’s about enough, huh? It’s not nice to bully people too much."

"When have I ever bullied you?" Zhou Mikang flipped over, pinning her beneath him, "I originally wanted to talk to you, but with you kissing me over and over, how could I get a word out?"

Chuxia: "..." Could you be any more shameless?!

Knowing she was about to blow her top, Zhou Mikang stopped teasing her, gently caressing her ear, "Don’t worry, everyone is very understanding. They agreed.

But Chuxia, you’ve got to treat them as your real family. The relationship between people is mutual. If you don’t consider them as family, over time, it will definitely affect the progress of your feelings."

"I know." Chuxia meekly nodded, "Let’s sleep, you must be quite busy tomorrow."

"You little rascal..." His hand then found its way to the peak of her chest and kneaded it back and forth, "You just don’t want me to touch you, right?"

"I... I’m really not feeling well." Chuxia replied tensely, having been suppressing her discomfort all day to appear normal. But her lower body still throbbed with a dull ache. If they did it again, she feared that she’d make a fool of herself the next day.

"Let me hold you as we sleep." He lay on his side, leaving no space between their bodies, completely enveloping her in his arms.

After stiffening for a moment, Chuxia gradually relaxed, sensing the obvious change in his body and his restraint. She let out a soft sigh, snuggled closer into his embrace, took his large hand, and held it close, drifting off into a deep sleep.

Was this her showing trust in him?

Zhou Mikang smiled wryly from behind her.

He was a man with normal physiological and psychological needs, and there she was, holding his hand against her chest, where a mere twitch of his fingers would feel silky and soft. Was this a test of his self-control or hers?

But no matter what, he had to force himself to endure. Otherwise, how could he be worthy of her trust? Besides, her body couldn’t handle it, so he would spare her for the night. Tomorrow, he definitely wouldn’t let her get away.

Perhaps it was his state of mind, or maybe the thought of tomorrow night’s "feast," but it didn’t take long for Zhou Mikang to also fall into a deep sleep.

As he fell asleep, her eyes suddenly flew open, and tears silently streamed down her cheeks. Her acting skills were first-rate, fooling even him.

In fact, she wanted to give him more beautiful memories before he left, but she was too proud; she couldn’t bear it if others noticed because of such matters.

She knew he didn’t touch her because he cherished her. So, she hoped her body would recover enough to be okay by tomorrow night. She would definitely fulfill her duties as a wife... This time, she finally fell asleep at ease... (To be continued. If you like this work, I invite you to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote, cast monthly votes, and support me. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)

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