Reborn as a Tough Army Wife-Chapter 70 - 67: The Couple Quarrels (200+)

Luo Zhiyong tugged at his lips; although usually his wife seemed very reasonable, when she got stubborn in front of him, he sometimes found it difficult to cope.

He simply said nothing and just stood in the middle of the room looking at her.

Fang Pingying got the most irritated when Luo Zhiyong acted like this, as if he was so rational and she was being completely unreasonable.

So, she just became unreasonable, throwing the blankets and pillows on the bed straight at him, "Today, you pack your things and go sleep at your parents’, let your mom watch over you."

Luo Zhiyong wasn’t attentive for a moment, and got hit squarely by the pillow.

Luo Zhiyong had an honest disposition and a bit of male chauvinism in his bones; no matter how much he adored Fang Pingying, he just couldn’t bring himself to woo Fang Pingying with sweet nothings.

Moreover, he really didn’t know how to coax her; if he actually started talking, it might turn into a long lecture, like he was training the soldiers under him, and Fang Pingying would be even less willing to listen.

For any woman, during an argument with their man, the last thing they want is for him to reason with them as if they were outsiders; between a couple, there’s not so much logic to speak of.

Seeing her becoming increasingly furious, Luo Zhiyong’s face darkened, and he took the blankets and pillows to a corner of the room and sat down without a word.

Fang Pingying was still angry with Zhou Yunmei in her heart, and seeing Luo Zhiyong seeming to confront her further fueled her anger. According to her usual temperament, she would have started a fuss with Luo Zhiyong.

But just as harsh words reached her lips, she suddenly remembered that in her past life, it was precisely because she couldn’t handle these issues properly, always blowing trivial matters out of proportion.

In the end, it turned the house upside down, annoying Luo Zhiyong and not doing herself any favors either.

This life, she had to change this temperament. She could hold her breath just as well as Luo Zhiyong could.

So, she swallowed back the words she was about to say, and ignoring Luo Zhiyong, she took out a new set of blankets and pillows from the closet, laid them out on the bed, and settled in snugly to sleep there.

As for Luo Zhiyong, he could do whatever he pleased; she was just venting on him casually, and he’s taking it seriously.

Looking at his demeanor, it seemed like he wanted her to coax him or something, but Fang Pingying wasn’t going to indulge his temper.

Fang Pingying lay on the bed, angry inside, but outwardly she didn’t show anything, just lying silently.

As Luo Zhiyong sat on the stool, at first, it didn’t seem like a big deal, but after sitting for a while, it became uncomfortable; obviously, a stool is nowhere as comfortable as a bed, and as it was getting late, it was time for sleep, and drowsiness befell him, his body felt awful sitting on that stool.

Moreover, seeing Fang Pingying sleeping so soundly on the bed, taking up so much space just by herself, Luo Zhiyong’s heart began to waver.

Should he go to the bed or continue sitting on the stool? That was the question.

Naturally, in Luo Zhiyong’s heart, he definitely wanted to sleep on the bed, but since he was the one who had sulked first, if Fang Pingying ignored him and he went back to the bed, it would seem as if he had lost, which really bothered him.

He felt that, at the very least, Fang Pingying should call him back to the bed to sleep.

Thus, he no longer sat as still as before on the stool; instead, he made small noises from time to time, occasionally intentionally making the stool creak, and sometimes standing up to pour and drink water, trying to wake up the already sleeping Fang Pingying.

Fang Pingying hadn’t fallen asleep on the bed, but she just kept quiet. She wanted to see how much trouble this man could stir up in her room.

Luo Zhiyong fussed around for a while, and seeing that Fang Pingying showed no reaction, he knew she wasn’t asleep, just deliberately ignoring him.

He gritted his teeth and, disregarding the awkwardness they had before, placed his blanket on the bed and climbed onto it.

Fang Pingying still had her back to him, her body not moving an inch.

Luo Zhiyong slightly furrowed his eyebrows, decided to throw his blanket on the ground, and crawled into Fang Pingying’s blanket, scooping her into his arms and whispered, "You heartless girl, do you really want me to spend the night sitting on a stool?"

Fang Pingying still faced away from him, coldly said, "Isn’t that what you like? Just cuddle with that stool and sleep."

"Is it what I like?" Luo Zhiyong forcibly turned Fang Pingying around to face him, raising an eyebrow, "Who was it that drove me away just now?"

Fang Pingying, unable to move in his embrace, found it uncomfortable to talk this way and pushed him off. Sitting up, she glared at him, "Do you ever listen? If I ask you to leave, you should leave. Now I tell you to get off the bed and not sleep in my room. Go out now."

Luo Zhiyong was speechless. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "This is my room, why should I have to leave?"

Fang Pingying gave a sneaky smile and, pretending to be angry, looked at him, "So you mean I should leave?"

Luo Zhiyong knew that she was intentionally misinterpreting his words. Realizing he was no match for her in a verbal fight, he opted for a high-handed approach, pulled Fang Pingying back into his arms, restrained her with his legs and arms, and quietly said, "Stop arguing, let’s sleep, it’s late at night."

Fang Pingying exasperatedly rolled her eyes, "Who’s making the fuss today, you..."

Her words were cut off as Luo Zhiyong covered her lips with his. Unlike the gentle kisses before, this time it was somewhat punitive, as he gently nibbled on Fang Pingying’s lips.

Fang Pingying winced in pain, uttering a low cry, and Luo Zhiyong’s tongue swiftly slid into her mouth.

His gaze deepened as he looked into her eyes, which seemed to sparkle with a flickering flame...

Fang Pingying knew Luo Zhiyong’s intentions. She didn’t reject the intimacy between husband and wife, but she was in no mood for it today, still upset about the afternoon’s events. Gently pushing Luo Zhiyong away, she whispered, "It’s late, let’s sleep."

Luo Zhiyong understood Fang Pingying’s feelings. Though as a man with his wife beside him, his patience was already wearing thin, he didn’t insist since she disagreed.

He lay back down, pulling Fang Pingying into his embrace with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "I talked to my mom today; she won’t say those things to you anymore."

Fang Pingying sighed. Discussing these matters felt exceedingly awkward. Whether Zhou Yunmei would stop, who knew?

Maybe being confronted by Luo Zhiyong this time might just make her more aggressive.

The only way to avoid Zhou Yunmei was to join Luo Zhiyong back in the military sooner, living their own life. She didn’t care about sending money home more frequently as long as they could live comfortably.

So, she asked Luo Zhiyong, "Zhiyong, when do you plan to return to the army?"

Luo Zhiyong replied, "My leg has been gradually healing. I think by early next month at the latest, I should return. I’ve already delayed several months; can’t delay any further."

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