He Zhilan was worried about He Teng showing off, so she handed the clothes back to him and asked him to put them back on, "I’m not that cold, I just didn’t adapt to the temperature difference between inside and outside all of a sudden. I’ll be fine soon! Put it back on, if I have to endure the cold during the New Year and you end up getting sick, it will end up being a laughing stock!"
"I am not you." He responded lightly, and the military coat landed back on He Zhilan, along with one of He Teng’s hands, pressing it against her shoulders to keep the coat from sliding off her small frame.
Returning to the guesthouse room, He Zhilan felt revived. It was only then that He Teng retrieved his military coat. As he talked to He Zhilan, he said, "They’re making dumplings in the canteen tonight; we should go together. Around that time, probably Gu En will come. There’s also a comfort performance by the Art Troupe in the evening, if you’re interested, I can take you to join in the fun."
"A comfort performance? What about the commendation meeting?" He Zhilan asked with a grin, "I’m waiting to see my brother being promoted!"
"Nonsense!" He Teng slapped He Zhilan’s head lightly, "The commendation meeting is before the comfort performance."
"Then I absolutely have to go! So not to stifle myself in the room!" Rubbing the spot where He Teng hit her, He Zhilan retorts, "I am your wife, and you don’t know how to hold back your hand. You’d be pretty pleased if you hit me silly, huh?"
"Too hard?" He Teng was taken aback, then immediately moved to check her, but He Zhilan dodged him. He Teng was genuinely worried because he knew he tended to not hold back his hand, so he was truly worried that he might have accidentally hit her too hard.
"I was just teasing you, it felt like a tickle!" Seeing He Teng’s serious face, He Zhilan burst into laughter. She was joking, but He Teng had taken her seriously!
"You’re always messing around! The older you get, the more childish you become!" He Teng chided He Zhilan, before continuing, "The guest house is now full with visitors who are here to see their families. If you want, you can interact with them. However, they are probably all helping out with dinner in the canteen now."
He Teng originally planned to take He Zhilan to help, but given the status of her hands, she wouldn’t be able to assist, so she stayed in the room while he went off to do the work.
He Zhilan didn’t find staying alone in the room boring. She wandered around a bit and noticed that He Teng’s belongings were already brought in. She chuckled to herself at the sight of his sleepwear. He had already arranged her clothes into the closet, even her undergarments were sorted carefully by him. At this moment, he was taking care of her just like a child.
He Zhilan thought, if she told Dongxue that their tight-lipped older brother would feed her, she wondered how shocked He Dongxue would be.
Around four-thirty, there were other noises in the guest house. Guessing that other family members might have returned, He Zhilan decided to get out and greet them.
The moment she opened the door, both He Zhilan and the two women outside startled each other. One was about to leave, and the other was about to knock on the door.
"Look, aren’t we in sync!" The two young women outside chuckled at each other after looking at He Zhilan, "We didn’t startle you, did we?"
"Oh, I am not so easily scared. Do come in and have a seat." He Zhilan laughed and shook her head before inviting the two inside, "What do I call you? Allow me to introduce myself first, I am He Zhilan."