Military Marriage in the Eighties: The Commander Mistakes Me for His Fiancée and Spoils Me Rotten

“Lin Maidong, the clinic’s records say I’m your man.” Lu Heting cornered her against the green-painted wall, his military uniform unbuttoned at the top, revealing his firm collarbones. He hooked a finger into the collar of her poplin shirt, his warm breath brushing her neck. “I’m injured. The doctor said I need more physical contact with my partner to recover.” Flushed, Lin Maidong pushed him away. “Commander Lu, you’ve got the wrong person. We’re not together.” Lu Heting simply lifted her onto the crossbar of his old-fashioned bicycle. “Then how do you explain the iron bed in the family compound creaking half the night?”

Lin Maidong had secretly loved the compound’s untouchable heartthrob for five years. Who knew this fearsome man, who never went near women, would hit his head on a mission and start thinking she was his fiancée? Now he even checked every night to make sure she hadn’t run away. In the family compound of the 1980s, Lin Maidong pedals away on her Feiren sewing machine, making bell-bottoms for extra money, while trying to handle this clingy man who is upright and proper by day but begs for kisses by night.