The next day.
Wen Ci turned over and bumped into the man’s firm chest. It was still dark outside, and when she opened her eyes, she met Huo Jingyuan’s peaceful, closed eyes.
She reached out and gently touched his brows and eyes.
The sensation was incredibly soothing, and when she saw the red mark she had left on his neck, she couldn’t help but smile. Last night, the big furnace had softly coaxed her into leaving that mark on him.
Huo Jingyuan opened his eyes, his gaze like obsidian, shimmering with a sleepy contentment. He squinted and asked, “You’re up this early?”
“Mhm.”
Under the covers, Huo Jingyuan was half-naked, and the scorching heat radiating from him was unmistakable. Morning was also a time when men found it particularly hard to control themselves.
Huo Jingyuan’s large, warm hand slid to Wen Ci’s waist, pulling her closer to him. He spoke slowly, “How about we go again?”
Wen Ci: “…”
She shot him a glare.
A man’s words in bed were never to be trusted, especially when it came to “one more time.” He had repeated that phrase at least several times last night.
“Don’t you have morning training?”
“No need.”
As he spoke, he leaned in and kissed Wen Ci’s cheek, then explained unhurriedly, “The Squad I lead is exempt from morning training.”
Huo Jingyuan wasn’t just a regimental commander.
He was also the captain of the Northwest Military Region’s first special operations squad.
The Hell Squad was different from other soldiers in the northwest. They underwent specialized training every week, which granted them the privilege of skipping morning drills.
“You might not have morning training, but I still have to go to work.”
“Take the day off.”
Nurses at the Northwest Military Hospital had one extra day off each week. If something came up, they could swap shifts with colleagues or take a day off.
Wen Ci pushed the man away, “No, I’m not taking the day off.”
She threw off the covers and was about to get up to wash up when the man grabbed her hand, his eyes darkening. “Ah Ci, shouldn’t you put out the fire you started?”
“What do you mean, I started the fire?”
Wen Ci laughed.
Even if she had started the fire, so what?
Who said it had to be put out?!
As dawn approached, the sound of the morning training horn echoed through the air. Huo Jingyuan put on his training uniform and headed out, deliberately leaving the mark on his neck exposed.
The Northwest Military Region had over five thousand soldiers participating in morning training. The synchronized sound of their shouts pierced through the clouds as the first rays of sunlight bathed the earth, and the crimson sun slowly rose.
At the Fifth Regiment’s running area.
The political commissar spotted Huo Jingyuan from a distance, walking with a confident stride, his neck deliberately tilted. When Huo Jingyuan got closer, the political commissar couldn’t help but laugh.
He had thought Huo Jingyuan had slept wrong and gotten a stiff neck.
Turns out, he was just here to show off.
Xue Li, while running, noticed Huo Jingyuan’s unusual behavior and whispered to his comrades beside him, “Why does Brother Huo seem so weird today?”
“Weird? How?”
After completing a lap, Xue Li caught sight of the mark on Huo Jingyuan’s neck and widened his eyes, turning his head left and right. “Did you guys see the mark on Brother Huo’s neck just now?”
“We saw it!”
The group was utterly shocked.
Although many in the Fifth Regiment knew that the “Living King of Hell” was married, none of them had ever seen what his wife looked like.
“By the way, Xue Li, weren’t you the one who picked up sister-in-law from the train station?”
Xue Li nodded, “Yeah.”
“So, what does she look like?”
“A goddess!” Xue Li blurted out without hesitation, then added slowly, “She’s fair-skinned, beautiful, and really kind.”
Not far away, Huo Jingyuan’s eyes narrowed as he shouted, “You guys are still chatting during the morning training? Do you miss the experience of the Hell Week?”
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