【Mu Zi Zhi Jian】1

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Chapter 1

Liu Muzi is my girlfriend, and we've been dating for two years.

She's not particularly beautiful, nor does she care much about dressing up, but the more I look at her, the more I love her. She's a cute and gentle

woman, yet she also likes to act cool and aloof, so most of our relationship has been characterized by a certain haughty

attitude.

Over time, I've gotten used to it.

Despite this, my love for her has never changed. The main reason is the

unexpected spiritual connection we have when we're together. With her, we feel like we're one, without needing to worry about each other.

We understand each other's words and actions perfectly, always appearing at the right time.

Even when we're both very busy, our feelings haven't changed. To us, we're like

family , lovers, and confidants combined.

In short:

...she's truly a good woman.

Monday, January 8th, 2013, marked the beginning of my military service (only one month left

before discharge), which happened to be my birthday.

Sitting in my designated spot, I leisurely watched the news on TV, only lacking the snacks to satisfy my cravings.

Usually, when a soldier's term ends at this point, they naturally enter retirement mode, also known as "retirement."

Simply put, it means handing over tasks to the junior soldiers while you relax and enjoy yourself.

It's unethical, I feel bad for the juniors, but that's the reality of the military. Who told you to be

enjoying yourself while I was working hard? Now it's my turn to enjoy myself.

This day was another pleasant morning.

Without warning, my phone rang. In my unit, a cell phone is an essential item, like an

identification badge or rank insignia—an indispensable necessity.

"Hello! This is Su Yishang," I answered instinctively, pulling out my phone.

Honestly, after serving in the military for a long time, whether answering the phone or a cell phone, I unconsciously state my

name . It's like a long-serving officer who, even when opening their own door, knocks first: "Report. Requesting permission to enter..."

—it's the same principle, deeply ingrained.

"Are you free at noon?" Her familiar, nonchalant voice came through the phone. "Come out and have lunch with me?"

It was Mu Zi. She was the only one who would speak to me like that.

But… aside from the sweet nothings before bed, this was the first time she'd called me during the day.

I raised an eyebrow, realizing something wasn't so simple. I asked, puzzled, "What? You need something?"

"Does lunch count? If you don't want to come out, forget it," she replied coldly.

"No way!" I quickly tried to appease her, asking, "What do you want to eat?"

Thankfully, I begged her before she hung up; otherwise, the call would have ended long ago.

"Anything is fine, you decide. I'll be there around eleven, remember to pick me up on time."

I nodded, assuring her into the receiver, "Yes, I understand."

"That's all for now, bye-bye." The call ended. My conversations with Mu Zi were always so concise and

impactful .

The digital clock on the wall showed an hour until eleven. During this time, I could leisurely pull out

a travel permit, write my name and the time at the top, then go to the office, chat

a bit , borrow his stamp, stamp the permit, and finally sign "Approved." Then I

could change into civilian clothes and go on a date!

Of course, the above is pure nonsense. If it were that convenient in the military, I would

n't

be a soldier, but a civilian. However, veterans have their perks; even for impromptu trips, prior arrangements are usually made, and most of the time, superiors won't give me any trouble.

My birthday was indeed lucky; I received an extra blessing from Lady Luck. My superior unexpectedly

granted me half a day off, with a return time of 6 PM.

Fantastic!

So, in the remaining hour, I quickly finished my work.

Around 11 PM, I arrived on time at our usual meeting place, the place we usually met on holidays

. Leaning leisurely against a pillar, I imagined Mu Zi's outfit today—

probably as usual, her long hair tied in a ponytail, light makeup on her face, a

cool expression on her face. A light-colored shirt under a bright-colored jacket, slightly darker jeans,

casual shoes, and a simple handbag.

Hot or cold, she always dressed like this.

Not cute, not like a typical woman, but that's Mu Zi. Of course, I was already

used ; if she wore something particularly flamboyant and glamorous, I might be quite shocked.

"...Yi Shang." Someone gently patted my shoulder from behind, softly calling my name.

"Hmm?" I turned my head.

"Ah!"

Sure enough, Mu Zi's finger was poking my cheek, not painful but startling and

slightly unpleasant. This was her old trick, but I always fell for it.

I knew it was intentional.

"Have you been waiting long?" she asked me.

"I just got here." I shook my head and said helplessly, "Can you please stop

using this trick every time?"

"Hehe, not bad! Who told you to always fall for my tricks?"

I turned around helplessly, not expecting Mu Zi behind me to give me such a shock that I was speechless. She looked

surprised and shouted,

"Holy crap!"

If I had a smoking habit, either the cigarette in my mouth would have slipped out or the cigarette in my hand would have fallen.

So I had to use a swear word to express my feelings at this moment.

Mu Zi smiled and said proudly with her chest out, "What, are you scared out of your wits?"

I was speechless and nodded blankly.

She still had light makeup and a ponytail, but her face had a rare cute and shy expression. Today, she was

wearing a tight-fitting pink camisole, and her two jade rabbits seemed to be about to burst out of the door. The waves were surging, and a deep

cleavage made me unable to help but take a few more glances. Fortunately, she had a coat over her shoulders to cover up much of her exposed skin, but

the subtle exposure was even more lethal.

She wore a deep purple mini-skirt with black stockings and brown knee-high boots. This not only

perfectly accentuated the lines of her legs, creating a slender and shapely silhouette, but also evoked a sense of excitement.

How alluring and tempting she was! She was also carrying the burgundy handbag I'd bought her;

her appearance was that of a fashion icon at the forefront of trends.

"Aren't you... a little... a bit... over the top?" I stammered, my mouth still

agape .

"I think it's alright." Mu Zi pounced on me and hugged my arm. "I look great today, right?

Are you happy to have a girlfriend like this on your date?"

A bead of sweat appeared on my forehead, and I stammered, "The...the contrast is too...too great."

"You have a problem with that?" Mu Zi's spring-like smile instantly turned into the coldness of winter, and

she said in a low voice, full of murderous intent, "Isn't that right? I. Soldier. Su. Yi. Shang!"

"Report. No!" Due to the baptism of military life, I immediately stood at attention.

"Very good..." Mu Zi's summer smile reappeared in the blink of an eye, and she said tenderly, "Let's go on a date!"

The midday sun was not strong, and the temperature was pleasant, but unfortunately, a hazy, suspended particle fog shrouded this gray concrete

jungle , making me feel oppressed and unable to move. I always felt that even under the sun, there was no sense of freedom.

In an instant, I wrote this thought down in the diary I always carried with me.

"That's because you're still in the military, of course you don't have freedom!" Mu Zi mocked me. "

Besides , this is a basement, you'd be lucky to see the sun!"

"Could you not reveal my inner thoughts..." I paused, "Can you let me keep some privacy

?"

"Then could you not show me your diary?" Mu Zi spread her hands, giving me

a "what can you do about it?" look.

I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Do you think I dare not show it to you?"

"I don't know. This is your diary!" Mu Zi took a sip of her drink and said to herself, "

Maybe you have other diaries, filled with bad things about me."

"Please, where would I find the time..."

Strictly speaking, today's date was a disappointment. It was rare to see Mu Zi dressed so brightly, yet she could only choose to eat at a well-known fast food restaurant near

her workplace , and it was during the lunch discount period, which felt very cheap.

"So, what did you come to see me for today?" After a series of pointless banter, we

finally got to the point.

My question elicited a fleeting glance from Mu Zi, whether from shyness or a hint of sullenness, I couldn't tell. She slowly

took something from her small handbag and placed it in front of me.

It was a beautifully wrapped square box, tied with a cute bow.

"You forgot…" Her cheeks flushed, and she said shyly, "...Today is your birthday."

Oh… that's what it was!

My heart filled with warmth, emotion, and above all, joy. I stubbornly said, "

You came all this way just for something this small? Do you have too much time? Besides, aren't you busy with your thesis? Coming

here like this is a waste of a whole day."

Hearing my insincere answer, Mu Zi pouted, a little unhappy, and said, "Hmph, if you don't want it, you can give it back

!"

"Did I say I didn't want it?"

"Then why are you still nagging…" Her displeasure was written all over her face. "You're

clearly overjoyed, but you're saying the opposite. You men are all the same!"

Oh well, that's just how men are!

I smiled unconsciously and beckoned to her, saying, "Come...come here."

"No." She turned her head away, ignoring me. "You're the one who should come here."

I quietly moved closer and sat down beside her. Mu Zi obediently rested her head on my shoulder, naturally and

gracefully leaning into my arms. I hugged her back, and heard her whisper sweetly, "

Hurry up and open the gift."

"Yes." I carefully opened the wrapping, still unable to resist teasing her, "

I'd be even happier if you wrapped yourself up as a gift!"

"Then should I tie myself up tightly with a red ribbon, preferably so I can't move, and tie a pretty bow on

my chest , waiting for you to open it for me?" she echoed.

"That might be a good idea, I really want to try it?" I said mischievously, gently

stroking her soft hair with one hand.

"You shameless rascal," she replied, rubbing her cheek against my chest. "All you ever

think about is tying me up."

"Of course, that's not all..." I unwrapped the gift in my hand, teasing her, "...there are many

other tricks , like outdoor exposure, prolonged exposure, enemas, etc., I want to try them all after tying you up."

"You pervert!" she scolded me in a low, coquettish voice, "Don't even think about those things!"

"That's such a pity..." I shamelessly added, "...I can't help it, your man is

a pervert, is this the first time you've met me?"

"Oh dear! We've known each other for two years..." she lamented, "...you've already taken advantage of me."

"Isn't that right...hehe."

Our extremely risqué banter came to an end.

Back to the birthday gift Mu Zi gave me, it was a beautiful sterling silver ring, with her

initials . What's even more thoughtful is that she knew about the rule against wearing jewelry on my hands in the military, so she specially chose

a different silver chain to string the ring on, intending for me to wear it around my neck.

"...Won't it look too girly?" she asked me with a hint of worry.

"No, it won't!" I immediately put the chain on. Coincidentally, the ring sat perfectly against the center of my

chest , giving me the feeling that she had placed her heart on my chest.

"Just so you know, the ring size is exactly the size of your ring finger!" she reminded me, whether intentionally or

unintentionally .

I caressed her cheek, lightly touching my fingertips to her lips, and said, "So this is the engagement ring!"

"Think what you want, I've already given you my birthday present anyway," Mu Zi

said, still teasing me, but her eyes narrowed, her lips parted slightly, and her smooth tongue traced a line along my finger...

She then took it into her mouth, making sucking sounds that sent a tingling, itchy sensation through me.

I gently moved my fingers in and out of her mouth, enjoying the

different sensations as they slid across her tongue, teeth, and lips, and then, taking advantage of the situation, said,

"But... I want more gifts..."

"Like what?" she countered.

"Your body!" I said matter-of-factly.

"Really?" she asked again, confirming.

I nodded seriously and said, "Do you think I'm joking?"

In public, we were putting on a passionate, ambiguous act. I was glad I was wearing civilian clothes, otherwise,

the next day the front page of a certain fruit company would have featured the embarrassing behavior of the National Army.

"A National Army soldier openly flirts at a famous fast food restaurant while on duty!"

I would then be reported to the military discipline department, disciplined by the unit, and ultimately confined.

"...So, how late can you go out today?" As I savored the warmth of her lips, I suddenly heard

her ask.

Without thinking, I answered without hesitation, "Six o'clock in the evening is fine, why?"

"Since you want me..." she said to me seriously, "Come on... let's get a room!"

"What!?"

This was the second shock of the day!

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