Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Chapter 845 A Selfish and Greedy Country Wife Accompanying the Army (9)

Cheng Lifeng turned his head and didn't see Mu Zhou, assuming she had gone to pack her things.

I subconsciously followed them into the room.

The door was only half-open, and he pushed it open without thinking much about it.

The old door creaked open with a piercing groan.

The next second, Mu Zhou, wearing only a black sweater, came into view.

The sweater clung tightly to her body.

From neck to waist, every slender curve and undulation is just right, without a single excess.

She bent slightly to reach for her coat on the bed, her arched back creating a beautiful curve.

She heard the sound, looked up, and a few strands of hair brushed against her ears.

She happened to be standing in the sunlight, and even the fine hairs on her face were visible.

Full lips, cheeks flushed with a slight sweat from the heat.

And those focused yet bewildered eyes.

That kind of allure that comes from being beautiful without realizing it.

Cheng Lifeng's heart felt as if it had been lightly but firmly struck.

A certain thrill spread silently.

He paused for only a moment before quickly turning and leaving.

“Lifeng…”

Mu Zhou took a few steps toward the door but couldn't catch up. She looked at his retreating figure, which seemed to be fleeing in panic, with a puzzled expression.

Cheng Lifeng, who quickly walked into the courtyard, had a momentary darkening in his eyes, but his face remained calm.

Clearly, that black sweater had a high collar, completely covering her neck.

But his gaze was as if it had been burned.

In an instant, the memory was pulled back to the time when I rescued her.

She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Cheng Lifeng suddenly closed his eyes.

Just then, Mu Zhou came out, having changed into his cotton-padded coat.

She looked up at him:

Did you want to see me about something?

His gaze swept calmly over her, and Cheng Lifeng replied composedly:

"fine."

He buried his head in sweeping the snow in the yard.

His quiet, hardworking attitude allowed him to quickly clean the yard as well.

Just then, Zhao Lifang and Commander Su arrived.

The two were worried that the couple wouldn't have time to eat since they were moving today, so they specially cooked a meal to eat with them.

Mu Zhou was naturally welcoming and grateful, saying that he would definitely treat him well another day.

I was busy until evening, and finally things quieted down.

The two tidied up and went to the bathhouse again.

After returning, Mu Zhou sat in the living room drying his hair.

As she wiped, she got tired and put her arms down.

Having a lot of hair can also be a problem.

I couldn't help but sigh, "If only I had a hair dryer."

She thought for a moment and realized that hair dryers did exist in this era, but they were hard to come by and so expensive that most people wouldn't buy them.

Just as she was thinking this, Cheng Lifeng suddenly took the towel from her hand and started drying her hair from behind.

Mu Zhou's body stiffened, and he dared not move at all.

At first, Cheng Lifeng was a little unfamiliar with the movements, but he quickly mastered the method.

He first lifted a strand of long hair, wrapped it in a dry towel, and then gently rubbed it to remove the moisture.

He kept wiping it meticulously, strand by strand.

Every time the ends of his hair were lifted, his movements were very gentle, but Mu Zhou would always feel a chill run down his spine for no reason.

Her ears turned increasingly red.

A moment later, Cheng Lifeng's voice came from above:

"I asked someone to buy a hair dryer, and it should be delivered in a few days."

Mu Zhou couldn't help but look up at him, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Cheng Lifeng calmly rearranged her head and continued wiping it.

Actually, the last time he took her to the bathhouse, her wet hair was wrapped up tightly, which gave him this idea.

He happened to overhear that Commander Yan's wife wanted a hair dryer, so he ordered one for her as well.

It was just something I did on the side.

Everyone else has it, there's no reason why she shouldn't.

He is not short of money.

Mu Zhou smiled, her eyes crinkling, and couldn't help but look up at him again, giving him another "friend card".

"Cheng Lifeng, you are so kind."

A smile appeared in Cheng Lifeng's eyes.

What an easy little girl to coax.

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The hair dryer was quickly delivered to Mu Zhou.

It was a bit heavy to carry, and the wind wasn't too strong, but it was very hot.

With it, drying her thick, long hair became much easier.

After settling down here, Mu Zhou, in order to make a good impression, initially thought of getting up early every day to make breakfast for Cheng Lifeng, and then serving him a delicious dinner when he returned.

But after only two days, she realized that the cafeteria food was still the best.

Why bother cooking for yourself?

She changed her approach again.

Cheng Lifeng must be tired after a day of training.

So she took the initiative to walk up to him after the meal:

"Are your shoulders sore? Let me give you a massage, I have a strong grip."

As she spoke, she didn't give Cheng Lifeng a chance to resist, pressed him down into the chair, and tried to squeeze his shoulders.

At this moment, Mu Zhou truly experienced his strength.

She works in the fields year-round and is considered quite strong, but she almost couldn't even manage to massage his shoulder.

After pressing it a few times, my fingers got sore and I could barely use any strength.

She was a little annoyed.

At this moment, Cheng Lifeng became tense.

His pupils trembled, and his eyelashes cast a shadow.

Mu Zhou's fingers poked at his shoulder lightly, each touch seeming to press on his soft spot.

A tingling, electric-like sensation coursed through him, leaving him momentarily weak and then involuntarily trembling and stiff.

They wanted to escape, but were strangely trapped here.

However, the more tense his muscles were, the less force Mu Zhou could exert in his fingers.

She forced herself to press the buttons a few more times, then felt extremely frustrated.

She suggested it herself and even boasted that she had a strong grip, but she felt it wasn't right to stop after only pressing it twice.

For a moment, I felt utterly humiliated.

Before she could come up with an excuse, Cheng Lifeng suddenly stood up, left the room without even turning his head, and said, "I'm not tired."

His figure hurried away, it seemed he was heading to the restroom.

Mu Zhou was just released.

She rubbed her fingers and sat back down in her chair.

It seems that massage won't work either.

She leaned against the table, resting her chin on her hand in distress.

How can I stay here forever?

It was quite a while before Cheng Lifeng returned.

Mu Zhou glanced over and noticed that his hair and face were wet, as if he had just taken a shower.

She looked surprised.

A small house was built next to the toilet to serve as a shower area in the summer.

Did he... take a cold shower?

With this question in mind, Mu Zhou subconsciously asked it aloud.

Cheng Lifeng's gaze was extremely indifferent, and his face held a peculiar emotion, like a kind of languor after liberation.

He was very different from his usual serious and cold demeanor.

His voice was slightly hoarse. He casually pulled down the towel hanging above the washbasin and dried his head.

"It's a bit hot."

"……hot?"

Despite the heavy snowfall, Mu Zhou was shivering from the cold, yet he felt hot.

Is this what makes soldiers so physically strong?

Mu Zhou admired him sincerely.

Cheng Lifeng wiped her down casually a few times and put the towel back. He suddenly changed the subject and said to her:

"I'm on vacation the day after tomorrow, let's go to the city."