“Turn off the light.”
Qin Zhan’s voice sounded a bit muffled in the darkness, squeezed out through clenched teeth.
“Alright then, Commander Qin. Good night. Wishing you a dream of being ‘disabled but determined’.”
Lin Wan said it so smoothly it was clearly unfiltered, straight from the brain to the mouth.
She pulled the blanket up, covering half her face, leaving only a pair of eyes darting around in the dark.
Wow, this bed is actually pretty soft. Even though it’s a wooden bed, two layers of bedding make a big difference.
But the pillow is a bit too high. I’ll have to take some buckwheat husk out tomorrow.
I wonder how the guy on the floor is doing. That cement floor is freezing in the middle of the night…
Qin Zhan lay flat on the floor, covered only by a thin military blanket.
Cold?
He was burning hot like he was in an oven, wishing he could run five kilometers outside right now.
Less than two meters away lay the woman who both tormented and fascinated him.
A faint scent of soap floated in the air—Lin Wan had used it when she showered earlier.
Now it seemed to have come alive, forcing its way into his nose.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself by reciting military regulations.
First rule: a soldier must be loyal to…
Tch, this man is really pitiful.
Lin Wan’s inner voice suddenly came through like a loudspeaker, crystal clear in his mind.
Qin Zhan’s breathing stopped for a moment. The recitation was interrupted.
With such a tall, strong body… how is he useless in that area?
Did he mess up some childhood training? Or get exposed to radiation in the jungle?
Books say the more muscular a man looks, the more likely he’s just an empty shell.
What a waste of those hard-looking chest muscles and that textbook “male physique.”
A car that looks like a Ferrari—but has no engine, only something you push.
Qin Zhan clenched his fist. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, joints cracking softly.
Ferrari? No engine?
What kind of ridiculous metaphor is that?
He really wanted to jump up right now and prove that this “Ferrari” not only had an engine—but a V12 twin-turbo one at that.
But he restrained himself.
If he reacted now, it would be admitting he could hear her thoughts—and he’d lose his only source of “intelligence.”
Besides, in this situation, things could easily spiral out of control.
He took a deep breath, turned over, and faced away, trying to block it out.
But Lin Wan did not stop.
As time passed, her breathing on the bed grew steady and even.
She had fallen asleep.
But that did not mean peace. It meant the nightmare had begun.
Because in shallow sleep, her subconscious became even more unrestrained.
Mmm… braised pork… this piece is too fatty… I won’t eat it…
Give it to Qingqing… she’s growing…
Qin Zhan relaxed slightly.
At least she cares about the child. Not a bad person.
But the next second, everything changed.
Hmm… this pork elbow… so hard…
Why is there hair? It’s prickly…
Wait… this isn’t pork elbow… this is… Qin Zhan’s arm?
Qin Zhan suddenly opened his eyes, staring into the dark corner.
The texture is pretty good… warm…
Let me touch it a bit…
Don’t hide… why are you shy… it’s not like you can do anything anyway…
Come on… let me measure it… is it really only five centimeters…
If it really is five centimeters… that’s basically like enoki mushrooms…
Actually enoki mushrooms are tasty… just annoying to eat…
“Pfft.”
Qin Zhan nearly spat blood.
Enoki mushrooms?
He, the commander of the elite special operations unit, codename “Shura,” was being compared in his wife’s dream to enoki mushrooms?
And ones that get stuck in your teeth?!
This was an insult beyond endurance.
He sat up abruptly, chest rising and falling heavily.
Under the moonlight, he looked back at the bed.
Lin Wan was sleeping soundly, one leg kicked out from the blanket, completely unrestrained.
Occasionally smacking her lips, wearing a faintly ridiculous smile.
He could still hear her thoughts.
Hehe… don’t run… let me see if it’s swollen…
Looks big… but it’s just decoration…
Being a eunuch isn’t so bad… at least no risk of accidental pregnancy…
Maybe I’ll just eat sunflower seeds in long lonely nights…
Qin Zhan felt the last thread of his rationality snap.
Decoration?
Eunuch?
Good. Very good.
Lin Wan, your mindset is seriously problematic.
He stood up quietly and walked to the bed.
Moonlight fell on her face—soft, relaxed, completely defenseless.
Almost… cute.
But only he knew how infuriating her soul was.
He reached out, intending to pinch her nose and wake her up for a serious “discussion” about enoki mushrooms.
But he stopped halfway.
Arguing with someone asleep was beneath him.
Besides, she had been busy all day for the child, arguing with experts and cleaning the house. She was tired.
Just then—
Mmm… Qin Zhan…
She rolled over and grabbed his hand.
Warm, soft, unconscious.
Like grabbing a heated water bottle.
Qin Zhan froze completely.
Her face pressed against his palm, warm breath brushing his fingers.
Like electricity shot straight through his spine.
The anger in him… strangely dissipated halfway.
Replaced by something far more complicated.
This was his nominal wife.
The woman who, despite her sharp tongue, stood up for the child and had a soft heart beneath all that sarcasm.
He sighed quietly and tried to pull his hand back.
But she held on tightly.
A little like a greedy puppy guarding food.
He could only stand there awkwardly, bent over the bed.
After a while, she finally let go, disappointed that her “human pillow” was too hard.
Qin Zhan straightened his aching arm and looked out the window.
The moon had already shifted west.
Another sleepless night.
He lay back down on the floor, this time not reciting regulations.
Staring into the dark, he replayed her words in his mind:
“Looks big… but it’s just decoration?”
Fine.
Lin Wan.
Just wait.
One day, I’ll make sure you find out whether this is decoration…
Or a heavy weapon.