"That's all you aspire to?" Bian Xiulin scorned Bian Muhe, yet her little eyes were clearly filled with approval.
The sight of his wife pampering him so clearly without any concern for his arm seemed to give pleasure to Captain He. Even if his arm was made of tofu and was to be broken by his wife's touch, he would consider that a happy break indeed.
A rare trace of delight was clearly visible on He Teng's face. It was as if he was indulging her, lifting his hand to gently pat the top of He Zhilan's head.
While He Teng was somewhat embarrassed about the arrangement made by the military, asking him to impose on a student he hadn't yet met, he was nonetheless completely satisfied.
As for furthering his education, He Teng didn't use to crave it, but now his attitude had completely changed.
With He Zhilan, a university student, as his wife, He Teng, being a man, was prone to feelings of inferiority.
