Following the Army with an Arsenal, the Rugged Regiment Commander Dotes on Me

A pair of “star-crossed lovers” had appeared in the compound of a military district in the northwest. Commander Huo had been injured and could no longer have children, making him a “cripple.” Shen Jinghong got winded after taking a couple of steps, a delicate invalid who looked like she might shatter at a touch. The two married out of convenience. Their neighbors waited for a laugh, betting that even if they slept in separate rooms, they wouldn't last three years. Only the two of them knew the truth: By day, she was the delicate flower in the arts troupe who couldn't even open a bottle, while he was a stern, rule-bound, cold-faced devil. By night, once the bedroom door was locked, she was a top agent and he was a hunter of the night. Until one night, while carrying out a mission, they unexpectedly crossed paths in the black market. Shen Jinghong struck with a leg-crushing kick, while Huo Cang retaliated with a chokehold takedown. The next morning, at the breakfast table: Shen Jinghong rubbed her bruised neck. “I slept wrong.” Huo Cang massaged his painfully sore upper thigh. “Training injury.”