Stars In His Eyes

He Zhilan was worried about He Teng showing off, so she handed the clothes back to him and asked him to put them back on, "I’m not that cold, I just didn’t adapt to the temperature difference between inside and outside all of a sudden. I’ll be fine soon! Put it back on, if I have to endure the cold during the New Year and you end up getting sick, it will end up being a laughing stock!"

"I am not you." He responded lightly, and the military coat landed back on He Zhilan, along with one of He Teng’s hands, pressing it against her shoulders to keep the coat from sliding off her small frame.

Returning to the guesthouse room, He Zhilan felt revived. It was only then that He Teng retrieved his military coat. As he talked to He Zhilan, he said, "They’re making dumplings in the canteen tonight; we should go together. Around that time, probably Gu En will come. There’s also a comfort performance by the Art Troupe in the evening, if you’re interested, I can take you to join in the fun."

"A comfort performance? What about the commendation meeting?" He Zhilan asked with a grin, "I’m waiting to see my brother being promoted!"

"Nonsense!" He Teng slapped He Zhilan’s head lightly, "The commendation meeting is before the comfort performance."

"Then I absolutely have to go! So not to stifle myself in the room!" Rubbing the spot where He Teng hit her, He Zhilan retorts, "I am your wife, and you don’t know how to hold back your hand. You’d be pretty pleased if you hit me silly, huh?"

"Too hard?" He Teng was taken aback, then immediately moved to check her, but He Zhilan dodged him. He Teng was genuinely worried because he knew he tended to not hold back his hand, so he was truly worried that he might have accidentally hit her too hard.