[Period setting + spatial inventory + fair-skinned, beautiful, dazzling heroine + strong, loyal military officer + genius little girl + sweet romance]
The underworld mistakenly tried to collect Xu Zhiyu’s soul twice: as a child, they turned her into a fool, and after she died suddenly, they came to claim her too soon.
Faced with one accident after another, she brandished a “twenty-thousand-word complaint letter” as a nuclear deterrent, bargaining for a chance to be reborn in the 1970s with the [All-Era Supermarket].
Her husband was wrongly declared “killed in action,” his family schemed to sell their daughter, and her own family plotted to claim the bride price.
In the most innocent tone, Xu Zhiyu lit the fuse and exposed everyone’s hypocrisy in public.
With money and a letter of introduction in hand, she set out with her genius daughter to find her husband.
Everyone called her crazy for going into the mountains to look for a “dead man.”
Only she knew her rugged commander husband was alive, and that a rival woman hoping to steal him away was already rushing there through the night.
After traveling a thousand miles, she finally dug the man out of the depths of the rainforest.
On the night they reunited, Zhou Lin, the “Living King of Hell” who struck fear into his enemies, pulled her tightly into his arms and kissed her fiercely. “Xu Zhiyu, you called my soul back to me.”
From then on, everyone in the Southwest Military District knew that Colonel Zhou had a treasure hidden at home.
After morning drills, he came back still warm from exercise and wrapped his arms around her from behind as she cooked, his damp hair brushing her neck. “Honey, I’m hungry.”
Late at night, he pinned her against the wall, fingers tracing her waist. “When I’m leading the troops, you’re all I can think about.”
She pushed him away, but he caught her wrist and pressed his burning lips to hers. “Don’t move. I’m recharging.”
Xu Zhiyu was kissed until her legs went weak. She bit her lip. “Zhou Tiezhu! Are you part wolf?”
He chuckled, his warm breath slipping beneath her collar. “I’m yours. I only eat you.”
