Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

These two were so inflexible!

Like marshal, like soldiers.

She pushed hard on the door, trying to close it as soon as possible. However hard she tried, the door wouldn’t budge.

In anger, she glared at the two stubborn soldiers.

“You’re breaking into a private room, are you aware of that?”

After that, Xiaoyu stamped hard on the foot of one solider.

But this man didn’t even show the slightest sign of pain.

He still stood there motionlessly.

“Let go of your hands!”

Since stamping didn’t work, Xiaoyu bit that soldier’s hand on the door like a crazy person.

Like a shrew, Xiaoyu bit his hand until it bled, but that soldier didn’t even frown.

She exerted her full strength, but that didn’t work at all.

Sitting on the sofa, Si Wan had lost her patience. Going into the bedroom to change her clothes, she then walked to the door.

Sitting in a chair, Xiaoyu was eloquently lecturing the two expressionless soldiers.

Only a simple girl like Xiaoyu would do this.

But wasn’t she preaching to deaf ears?

Except for the commander’s orders, soldiers would not be easily persuaded.

“You should know that you are committing a crime. Even if you don’t, you should know gentlemen shouldn’t offend ladies!”

Although these men didn’t respond at all, Xiaoyu was not ready to give up.

“As men, you will get married someday.”

She was straying from the point. Relevant or irrelevant, she poured out her thoughts.

To prevent Xiaoyu from blurting out more outrageous subjects, Si Wan had to interrupt her moral lecture.

“I’ll go.”

Said Si Wan nonchalantly.

The two soldiers wittingly led the way for her.

Grabbing Si Wan’s hand, Xiaoyu looked very anxious.

“Rest assured, I’ll go and take a look. Just go on with your work, I’ll call you when it’s necessary.”

Si Wan gently soothed Xiaoyu like a sister.

Although Si Wan never had a sister and didn’t know how it felt like, she thought it should be like this.

As soon as Si Wan walked into the room, and the two soldiers closed the door.

The room was very quiet. Only Gong Siming was lying still in bed.

At that moment, Si Wan suddenly realized her room must have been deliberately arranged.

Even Xiaoyu’s suite featured a bedroom, a living room, and kitchen equipment.

As for her room, it was designed with out-and-out temptation and looked like the perfect spot for dating.

The thought of it alone made her blush.

“Come here!”

A cold voice came from the bed.

Even under such a condition, Gong Siming was still overbearing.

What was more, he didn’t even open the windows. What was he doing?

She forgot she just walked out of this room which seemed to have been booked in her name.

Walking to the window, Si Wan opened the curtain to let in the sunshine. Instinctively, she turned her head and reached out to block the glare.

Her move was pretty grace. In her casual white blouse and denim shorts, Si Wan looked full of youthful vigor.

With a smile, he looked at the bright girl by the window.

The gloom on his face vanished instantly.

With the curtain open, she walked to Gong Siming’s bed but found the food on the dining cart untouched.

Grudgingly, she picked up a bowl of porridge, only to find it cold already.

She turned around, intending to call room service. Unable to move, she found Gong Siming was gripping her wrist.

“I’m ordering a meal for you.”

Slowly loosening his grip, Gong Siming fixed his eyes on Si Wan.

After the call, Si Wan pushed the dining cart aside and made a simple clean-up.

Then she sat back on Gong Siming’s bed.

One was sitting there, and the other lying in bed. They faced each other in silence.

The rims of Gong Siming’s eyes looked red, a sign of him raw from crying.

She must have thought too much, but no one had ever heard of Gong Siming crying since he was born.

Except once. According to Mr. Ma, Gong Siming did cry once for a toy. What about this time? What was the reason?

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A somewhat embarrassed voice rang.

Si Wan turned back, saw Gong Siming’s blushed face and felt like laughing.

What was that expression? Embarrassment?

“Help me up, I need to use the bathroom!”

Gong Siming’s tone was totally commanding, which baffled Si Wan.

“I’ll call a solider to help you.”

As soon as Si Wan got up, Gong Siming pulled her back.

“If you want to see my wound split open again, then go ahead.”

Was he threatening her with his life?

“Gong Siming, listen up, life is yours, whether you want it or not, it’s your own call. It has nothing to do with others, especially me!”

Replied Si Wan decisively and rationally as if Gong Siming couldn’t influence her a bit.

“In their minds, I’m the god of war and their faith. If they lost faith, everything would be in chaos. I would rather die than let them see my weakness and ruin their faith.”

Gong Siming’s voice was filled with guilt for his subordinates.

Halting her steps, Si Wan walked back to Gong Siming.

She also grew up in the army and thus understood the importance of faith. Just now, she overcomplicated the issue.

She should take Gong Siming as her comrade in arms. Facing the wounded, no distinction should be made between males and females.

Taking care of him was just sort of an obligation.

Si Wan gently propped Gong Siming up. With his arm around her, he walked slowly to the bathroom.

Si Wan kept telling herself that she was just trying to help.

But when the whizzing sound came over, Si Wan’s face reddened.

What was more embarrassing, due to his waist injury, Gong Siming couldn’t bend over, and his pants dropped too low.

She had to help him pull up the pants with her eyes closed.

With a smirk, he watched Si Wan closing her eyes, half stooping, taking pains to find his pants and slowly pulling them up. Then he raised his head with pride.

Suddenly he frowned. What was the woman doing?

Gong Siming looked down, only to find the pants stuck at a sensitive spot. With her eyes closed, Si Wan was groping for the stuck position.

Adjusting his pants, she continued to pull up.

“Stop it.”

Gong Siming’s voice became a little strange.

Si Wan paused.

“Hold me!”

Opening her eyes, Si Wan was just facing the sensitive part.

Instantly she straightened up, and her head happened to bump against Gong Siming’s downward face.

Following a painful snort, Gong Siming held Si Wan’s shoulder with one hand and reached out the other to pull up his awkward pants.

Si Wan covered her head with her hand, her mind filled with the scene of the last second. A hint of a smile appeared on her face.

Gong Siming gently rubbed Si Wan’s head and asked in a distressed tone.

“Does it hurt?”