The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 346 - 345 "Overtime

Chapter 346: Chapter 345 "Overtime

Qu Tong turned her head and saw that Si Yuting had approached at some point.

His dark eyes, inscrutable and seemingly furrowed, yet also appeared as if they were not.

"Either stand properly or go back to your room," Si Yuting said with his usual serious tone used at work.

Qu Tong, feeling guilty, straightened up, put away her playful smile, respectfully saluted, blinked her eyes, and looked as if she was begging, "I’m behaving now, please let me off."

Si Yuting briefly glanced at Qu Tong and the soldier next to her, then coldly spoke, "Su Hua, come and stand by the lady’s side."

Su Hua swapped places with the nervous soldier who had just been able to breathe again, and Si Yuting then returned to the front.

The soldiers in front of Qu Tong were taller than her, so she could only hear Si Yuting’s calm and orderly voice as he arranged the mission.

Occasionally, Si Yuting would also come down and meet Qu Tong’s gaze before quickly calming his eyes again.

This time, Xuan Ping and the others came along too, but they couldn’t follow Qu Tong; she didn’t really need their protection, so she let them go on missions with Si Yuting instead, lest they just hang around her doing nothing, eating and drinking daily, which could make them lazy and regress in strength.

She certainly wasn’t going to take that blame.

After the meeting, two soldiers chatted while on guard duty.

"Isn’t the lady especially approachable? I saw her laughing and chatting with you."

"Don’t talk nonsense—what eye of yours saw that?" another soldier hastily rebutted, being the one who had stood next to Qu Tong before.

"I definitely saw it with both eyes."

"Stop it already, just the lady standing next to me and smiling twice made the Grand Marshal look at me several times; it gave me the chills."

Qu Tong grabbed a glass of orange juice and leaned against the deck railing, listening with interest. No wonder the soldier sighed in relief when he was switched out.

Being short, she couldn’t see who Si Yuting was looking at; she hadn’t expected his Highness to be such a person.

The conversation continued.

"Hey, what did the lady say to you?"

"The lady shared a secret with me," the soldier said, sounding mysterious and somewhat proud.

The other soldier, spurred by curiosity, stretched his head, "What secret?"

"Give me the Energy Fruit you got today, and I’ll tell you."

"Well... okay." After a moment of hesitation, the soldier surrendered his post-meal treat, an orange.

They’d get more Energy Fruit when they went back, but he couldn’t miss out on the lady’s secret.

"The lady said, the Grand Marshal..." the soldier mimicked Qu Tong and deliberately paused, "when speaking, you can breathe."

"That’s it?"

"That’s it."

"You’re kidding me."

"That’s the secret the lady told me; go ask her if you don’t believe it."

"Nonsense, give my precious orange back."

"No can do, you asked to hear it yourself."

"I wanted to hear a secret, not be hustled by you."

"That is the secret, the lady personally told you."

"Bullshit, if that’s what the lady said, I’ll do a handstand and eat shit."

"Ahem! Indeed, it was me who said it." A crisp voice suddenly interjected.

"!!!"

The chatter stopped abruptly, and the expressions on both soldiers’ faces froze as they mechanically turned their heads.

Qu Tong looked at the soldier who had just vowed to do a handstand and eat shit, her smile radiant and leisurely, "You just said..."

"Lady, I was just joking, just joking!" the soldier quickly said with an awkward laugh, wishing he could travel back five minutes and slap himself.

The other soldier, in a show of solidarity and with a flushed face, helped smooth things over, "Exactly! Lady, we were just kidding, don’t take it personally."

He had already cost his brother an orange; he couldn’t really make him eat dung, how filthy that would be.

Leave a little space; we still have to fight side by side in the future.

Qu Tong found them quite amusing and tossed an apple to each, leaving behind a comment, "That stuff doesn’t taste good, eat less of it in the future."

The two soldiers caught the apples, their faces as red as the fruit—one stifling laughter, the other overwhelmed with embarrassment.

When Qu Tong pushed open the door to Si Yuting’s office, she heard a chilly voice, "How does madam know it doesn’t taste good? Has madam tasted it?"

Si Yuting cast a casual glance at the surveillance screen on the intelligent brain and retorted, "Naturally, I heard it from someone who has tasted it. Compared to eating unknown things, I much prefer eating you, Your Highness."

Qu Tong’s eyes curved in a smile, and she playfully tilted Si Yuting’s chin, planting a kiss on his soft, thin lips.

Si Yuting’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, and just as Qu Tong was about to step back, he caught her waist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her lips again.

Qu Tong tilted her head back, her black, elegant hair sliding down the arm that was half-holding up Si Yuting’s sleeve, cool and silky.

"Your Highness, you’re not working overtime today?" Qu Tong asked, puzzled.

Logically, it was still early; Si Yuting, being a workaholic, typically worked late into the night. Did he really have the leisure to flirt with her here?

Watching her gesture, Si Yuting’s gaze naturally drifted to the spot on her chest marked exclusively, his Adam’s apple bobbing, "Yes."

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Damn it!

He should be working on her stuff.

Also, claiming it was to synchronize with her school’s spaceship.

She seriously doubted Si Yuting just couldn’t get enough.

After all, he didn’t have to pilot the battleship himself and had plenty of time.

She hadn’t realized before how clingy Si Yuting was.

Right now, Qu Tong didn’t want to move a finger, content to let Si Yuting hold her limp body, soft as if boneless.

"My back hurts; I need a massage," Qu Tong commanded unapologetically.

Without saying a word, Si Yuting followed the instruction.

The warm water enveloped her body, Si Yuting’s hands slightly calloused, yet the pressure was just right.

Qu Tong lay on the edge of the bathtub, utterly comfortable, murmuring in pleasure, as if silently extending an invitation.

Si Yuting’s body stiffened, his gaze darkening as it landed on Qu Tong’s smooth back.

"Mm, a bit to the left, a bit harder," she moaned lightly, her voice foggy from the steam, blurring his vision, the soft touch from his palm magnifying infinitely, gently scratching at his heart.

Realizing his hand had stopped, Qu Tong with eyes closed murmured discontentedly, "Honey, keep going—it still hurts."

Si Yuting’s eyes darkened further, his hand inadvertently brushing over a sensitive spot.

"No need down there..."

Qu Tong realized something was off and tried to escape, but it was already too late.

Her waist restrained, Si Yuting’s solid body squeezed into the bathtub, spilling water everywhere.

Si Yuting flipped Qu Tong’s body closer to his own.

"Si Yuting!" Qu Tong shouted his full name through gritted teeth!

Yet her voice sounded as harmless as a kitten’s, more like an encouragement than a threat.

Dark currents surged in the depths of Si Yuting’s eyes. His fingers trailed up Qu Tong’s spine as he pressed forward, his voice hoarse, "Be good, for one hour..."

"Don’t~~"

"I want~ I want..."

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