Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 32: Baby, Is the Porridge Tasty?

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Gu Yanshen snapped his eyes open; the headache of a hangover didn’t greet him, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and refreshment.

When his body moved, he sensed something amiss.

Under his arm was a soft, warm feeling, and all around his nostrils was the sweet scent of jasmine mixed with a fragrance that captivated him even more.

He held his neck stiff, inch by inch lowering his head.

Lin Wan Yi was curled up like a cat in the crook of his arm, sleeping soundly, with a lingering blush on her porcelain-white cheeks, her long eyelashes casting two small shadows in the morning light.

The wild and uncontrollable scenes from last night burst forth in his mind like exploding fireworks.

And that single voice... squeezed out from his own throat, soft and sticky... that calling.

"Boom!"

A wave of heat rushed up from his spine to the top of his head.

Gu Yanshen’s tall frame instantly tensed into a solid board.

With meticulous caution, akin to disarming a bomb, he carefully withdrew his arm from under her neck.

Then, as if escaping a burning building, he quietly crawled out of bed.

Without daring to look back, he grabbed the military uniform draped over the chair’s back, swiftly donning it in seconds, moving so quickly his actions seemed like afterimages.

Buttoning the last one, he intended to rush outside, planning to run ten kilometers on the field to cool down.

A soft little hand suddenly clung to the hem of his clothes from behind.

"Chief, heading for drills this early?"

Lin Wan Yi’s voice, carrying the raspiness of having just woken and a lazy sweetness, gently feathered the back of his neck.

Gu Yanshen’s form halted.

He dared not turn around.

"Did you... sleep well last night?" Her voice was closer now, her warm breath brushing the back of his ear, "Is our new bed still sturdy?"

Gu Yanshen’s ears visibly turned the color of a hot iron.

He squeezed out a word almost through gritted teeth: "...Mm."

Then, tugging back the hem of his clothes, he opened the door and fled.

Lin Wan Yi watched his straight yet slightly disordered steps retreating, her smile widened with delight.

Stretching lazily, she felt completely refreshed, last night’s fatigue gone.

Is this the effect of the spiritual spring water? Truly magical.

She rose, quickly freshened up, then scooped a ladle of spiritual spring water from her space, discreetly pouring it into the boiling porridge pot.

By the time Gu Yanshen returned, sweating heavily from outside, on the table were two bowls of steaming rice porridge and a plate of pickles.

The porridge emitted an unusually alluring aroma.

Gu Yanshen sat down silently, ready to drink as he picked up the bowl.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to burn yourself." Lin Wan Yi sat opposite him, her hands cupping her chin, her eyes bright and glistening as she looked at him.

Gu Yanshen paused, burying his head lower.

It was this moment Lin Wan Yi had been waiting for.

In a voice sweet enough to turn honey, she softly murmured, her tone small yet clear to Gu Yanshen’s ears.

"Baby, does the porridge taste good?"

"Pfft—"

Gu Yanshen spat out the mouthful of hot porridge he had just taken in, spluttering everywhere.

He coughed magnificently, his handsome face turning deep purple from neck to forehead.

"Cough... cough cough!"

He clumsily grabbed a towel to wipe his mouth, his hands shaking.

Lin Wan Yi hurriedly stood up, circled to his back, gently patting his back with her small hand, still concernedly talking:

"Oh dear, so careless. Is it because it’s too delicious? I made sure to cook it a bit longer today."

Her hand was soft and weak, patting his taut back muscles, more igniting fires than soothing.

Gu Yanshen’s body became even more rigid.

He abruptly pushed her hand away, stood up, and hoarsely declared, "I’m full," before rushing out of the room. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Lin Wan Yi watched his retreating back, her laughter making her shoulders tremble.

Training such a pure-hearted old officer—it was endless fun.

After breakfast, Lin Wan Yi soaked the sheets and covers from the night before in a large basin, secretly adding half a ladle of spiritual spring water.

She carried the basin to the well in the courtyard to wash.

Strangely, those stains that were usually hard to clean seemed to dissolve on contact with the water after adding spiritual spring water, requiring minimal effort, returning the sheets to their snowy whites.

She hung the newly washed sheets and covers on ropes in the yard, the sun dazzling against the stark whites.

Sister in law Qian stepped out holding a bowl, immediately spotting the blinding white.

She came over, her triangular eyes assessing Lin Wan Yi up and down, before glancing at the eye-catching white sheets, speaking with a sour undertone.

"Oh, Xiao lin, so diligent. Washing sheets on such a sunny day, wasting water, isn’t it?"

"Filth breeds illness." Lin Wan Yi didn’t lift her head, continuing to scrub the pillowcase in her hands, "Our Mr. Gu loves cleanliness."

Sister in law Qian pursed her lips, dripping sarcasm as she said, "Indeed, young folks—full of energy, brimming with strength."

Her gaze purposefully swept over Lin Wan Yi’s slender waist.

"Unlike us old married couples, peaceful and quiet, with our bed frame silent for years."

Sister in law Qian’s face held a knowing, lecherous smile, her voice lowered:

"Last night, the noise from your house was no small thing—clanking about, was Mr. Gu... demolishing the house?"

Several military wives nearby, rinsing vegetables, perked up their ears, faces bearing constrained but visible amusement.

Lin Wan Yi’s movements stopped.

She slowly straightened, wiped her hands, and turned to face Sister in law Qian.

Rather than anger, she caressed her slightly swollen lips from kissing, blooming into a sunny sweet smile.

The smile resembled a cat satisfied after secretly munching on dried fish.

"Blame my man for that."

Her voice was clear and vibrant, with a hint of proud coquetry, ensuring everyone in the yard could hear.

"He insisted on making me a new bed, and the ’clanking’ sound was him hammering nails."

She paused, her gaze landing on Sister in law Qian’s face, turning green with frustration, slowly delivering the final blow.

"The bed truly is sturdy; no matter how much movement... won’t utter a sound."

"Unlike Sister in law Qian’s bed, last time I passed by, heard it creaking with every turn, fearing it’d collapse at any moment. You should have Brother Qian learn a thing or two—safety first."

Once her words fell, the entire yard fell as silent as the dead.

Sister in law Qian’s wizened face turned instantly from green to liver-colored, lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

The surrounding military wives couldn’t hold back any longer, bursting into laughter.

It was as if Sister in law Qian’s face was receiving dozens of slaps, stinging painfully.

She glared viciously at Lin Wan Yi, turned on her heel with her bowl, shamefacedly dragging herself away, nearly tripping and falling over pebbles.