A Beauty in the 80s Goes on a Blind Date with Her Child, Captivating the Military Compound - Chapter 60

For a moment, Shen Sisi didn’t react. Why do I need to pant?

Her gaze was clear yet clueless as she stared directly at Gu Chengfeng, which in turn caused his face to flush a deep crimson.

Gu Chengfeng didn’t know how to begin. In matters like this, shouldn’t Shen Sisi be more experienced than him? She had already given birth to a child… did she really not know how to do that?

Gu Chengfeng lowered his eyes, suddenly feeling a wave of bashfulness. He cleared his throat twice. “It’s… the kind of thing men and women do when the lights go out.”

A flash of realization sparked in Shen Sisi’s eyes. No matter how dense she was, she finally understood what Gu Chengfeng was talking about. So, the old lady hadn’t gone to sleep just to eavesdrop on them doing… that?

This was far too embarrassing! Shen Sisi’s face scrunched up in a pained expression.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, she was a woman who had already had a child, the truth was that in her twenty years of life, she had never even touched another man’s hand except for Gu Chengfeng’s. How was she supposed to know what men and women did after the lights went out?

Gu Chengfeng stared at her intently. Seeing that she wasn’t just being coy or acting, but truly seemed lost, suspicion bloomed in his heart.

“You really don’t know how?” he asked tentatively.

Shen Sisi felt as if she had swallowed a bitter pill. She nodded piteously.

Gu Chengfeng’s eyes shifted slightly, lingering on her face for a moment. He was certain she wasn’t lying. This is very strange, he thought. He felt something was off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It seemed there was more to Shen Sisi’s past than meets the eye; he would have to find an opportunity to investigate Jinfeng Village properly.

With time running out, Gu Chengfeng stopped dwelling on these odd questions. He suddenly leaned down, his iron-like arms pinning her against the headboard. His tall nose bridge caught the dim, warm light as he narrowed his eyes and drew close to her.

“Imagine you’re running. You’re panting so hard you can barely catch your breath…”

Being stared at from such a close distance and guided by his soft, inductive voice, Shen Sisi’s heart suddenly began to thud wildly. It felt as though she really had just run several laps around the training grounds. Her face flushed as she tried to breathe louder, but it still sounded far too weak.

Gu Chengfeng’s expression darkened. This made him look like he wasn’t very “capable” at all. He took a deep breath, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“My mother is an experienced woman; she won’t be easily fooled. If we want her to feel at ease and return to Beijing sooner, we need to work together.”

“Don’t feel burdened. We’re just putting on an act…”

“Try it?”

He guided her step by step, his jawline tensing slightly. Afraid that Shen Sisi was too shy, he propped his hands against the wall and began to gently shake the headboard. The wooden bed immediately began to creak and groan at a steady rhythm, the sound thumping against her heart.

“Your turn…” Gu Chengfeng’s gaze turned even darker than before.

Shen Sisi closed her eyes, deciding to just go for it. Her hands gripped the quilt beneath her tightly. She began to imagine herself running, but as she “ran,” the scene in her mind shifted. Suddenly, Gu Chengfeng’s face appeared—his sharp brows, his starry eyes, and that slight hint of roguish charm.

In her mind, his shirt was half-open as he reclined on a sofa, every inch of his muscular lines clearly visible. Especially his waist—lean and powerful. Moving it would surely be… intense.

The more she thought, the hotter her body became. Her heart, like a trapped deer, lunged against her chest. She gradually found herself unable to catch her breath.

As Gu Chengfeng shook the bed, the emotions in his eyes deepened. Seeing Shen Sisi’s skin turn a soft pink as she frowned and took deep, gasping breaths, her seductive appearance made his throat feel inexplicably dry. Before long, he had to look away, letting out a soft, self-deprecating chuckle.

The various sounds in the room created a lively atmosphere in the silence of the night. The person outside the door finally felt satisfied.

Hearing the footsteps retreat into the distance, Gu Chengfeng suppressed the heat in his eyes. “Alright, you should sleep.”

Shen Sisi bit her lower lip, so embarrassed she wanted to curl her toes into the floor. “Then… what about you?”

Gu Chengfeng rolled off the bed, pulled a stool over, and sat by the bedside. With one hand gripping the end of the bed, he continued to make the small wooden bed creak.

“I’ll shake it for a while longer…”

If it stopped after only a few minutes, where would his dignity go?

Shen Sisi gave a muffled “mhm” and whispered a “thank you for your hard work.” Then, she buried herself under the quilt. She truly couldn’t face anyone right now.

Perhaps because she was too exhausted, or perhaps because the swaying of the bed was too comforting, she fell into a deep sleep before long. In her dreams, the bed was still creaking and swaying, leaving her heart fluttering restlessly.

Neither of them slept well that night. Gu Chengfeng was much the same, plagued by dreams all night long. In his dreams, a blushing Shen Sisi was pinned beneath his chest, gasping for air like a drowning person.

It wasn’t until the end… until he made the little girl cry, that the dream finally broke.

When he opened his eyes, he took one look at himself and immediately bolted into the bathroom to change his clothes. This daily routine is going to be the death of me…

When Shen Sisi got up, she was sporting large dark circles under her eyes. Gu Chengfeng also looked exhausted, yawning repeatedly. Seeing them both so listless, Xu Hongying was overjoyed. It seemed her son’s stamina was quite good; she would be holding a grandson very soon.

“You two worked hard last night. I’ll handle breakfast today!”

Xu Hongying volunteered to cook. Having lived in Beijing for a long time, she preferred flour-based foods; she made steamed buns and meat-filled buns for breakfast.

Shen Sisi continued to yawn as she stuffed a meat bun into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster. Niuniu imitated her mother, taking large bites of her bun.

“So yummy…” A glistening drop of meat juice escaped the corner of Niuniu’s mouth.

Shen Sisi had been eating hurriedly at first, but now she savored the flavor. She had to admit, her mother-in-law’s buns were even better than the ones sold in shops. The mixture of lean and fatty pork, combined with a specially prepared sauce, gave it a unique flavor. They were fresher and more tender than any buns she had ever eaten, bursting with savory juice in every bite.

“Don’t rush, eat slowly. There are more in the steamer…” Fearing they would choke, Xu Hongying quickly poured several cups of plain water.

Shen Sisi looked at the attentive Xu Hongying, who was like a completely different person from yesterday. She felt a bit dazed, as if she were meeting this old lady for the first time. As it turned out, her previous bossiness—setting rules and refusing to cook—was all an act! She was nothing but a paper tiger.

After breakfast, Gu Chengfeng went to the barracks to inspect the morning drills. Xu Hongying cleared the dishes, intending to give the house another thorough cleaning.

Shen Sisi had her medicinal oil orders on her mind. She put on her back-basket, took her sickle, and led Niuniu toward the back mountain.

This season, the vegetation on the mountain was still lush, but since she had harvested a batch of wild chrysanthemums a few days ago, the new ones hadn’t grown back yet. Thus, she followed a small path through the woods toward the deeper parts of the mountains.

The weeds became thicker, and along the way, she saw many wild chrysanthemum stalks, but they all bore neat cut marks—someone had already harvested them!

Shen Sisi frowned. Could someone else be here gathering herbs?

Just as she was thinking this, a familiar figure emerged from the woods carrying a large cloth bag, huffing and puffing.

“Sister Sisi…” the person said, waving her sickle.

Shen Sisi clicked her tongue. Why is it her?