≽ ⑵⒪ ∗Bᴇɪɴɢ Aғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ Iɴ Tʜᴇ Bᴀʟᴄᴏɴʏ ≼

❝Major General, this is a dinner invitation letter sent by Colonel Ma Dong-seok for the Mid-Autumn Festival next month.❞

Taehyung was supervising the soldiers' drills on the training ground at the military headquarters in Seoul City when a subordinate jogged over and handed over the invitation letter.

Taehyung accepted the invitation. His subordinate saluted him and ran back to his post.

He opened the invitation letter, the content said that Colonel Ma Dong-seok had reserved a seat at the Bang Bang Hotel and had booked a venue for a banquet and that he was also welcome to bring his family to attend.

Colonel Ma Dong-seok's life was filled with obstacles but he has always loved liveliness and was also wealthy. He liked to hold banquets in restaurants during the New Year holidays and invite colleagues from the military region, relatives, and friends to attend.

Taehyung didn't like to associate with Colonel Ma Dong-seok very much, but he still needed to give him a face.

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Back in the office, another subordinate reported that 70 of the 100 penicillins they had ordered from Sunshine Hospital had been withheld.

❝Why?❞ Taehyung looked up from his desk and his gaze landed on his subordinate who was informing him of the news.

❝They said that it was a new surgical director who made this decision. It seems he also manages the drugs in the hospital. He said… Now that there are fewer wars, these drugs should be reserved for the common people, so we received only 30 of them, and the remaining 70 got withheld…❞

❝Heh.❞

Taehyung heard the words and sneered.

War is not a chronic disease. It can break out at any time. If they don't stock up on more medicines on weekdays, where will they find so many medicines temporarily once a war breaks out?

❝What's that doctor's name?❞ Taehyung asked.

❝Jung Hoseok.❞

❝Take a few people and ask him to hand over the remaining seventy.❞ The man said coldly.

❝Yes!❞

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Recently, Taehyung has been coming home earlier, and he was always with Jungkookie after dinner. Harin saw it and was happy in her heart.

They finally looked like a newly married couple, and it seemed that she should be able to hold her grandson soon.

That night, Jungkookie was dyeing silk handkerchiefs. Taehyung was curious, so he just watched her dye them, and let her do the work.

Jungkookie likes to design many patterns with different colors, so she spends a lot of time on each silk handkerchief.

After a few hours of work after dinner, she finally dyed ten silk handkerchiefs. Taehyung helped her to clip them one by one and hung them on the spacious balcony.

After work, the two of them stood on the balcony to enjoy the night.

❝Will the finished product be ready tomorrow?❞ Taehyung asked, looking at the silk handkerchiefs neatly hung in a row on the wire.

❝Well, the silk handkerchiefs are thin, so they will be ready as soon as the wind dries them.❞ Jungkookie stroked her hair which was ruffled by the breeze. Suddenly she was embraced by Taehyung, and her whole body clung to him.

His face softened under the hazy moonlight. In the next second, he lowered his head and his thin lips kissed her lips.

She obediently stuck out her tongue in response, and his big tongue invaded her small mouth unceremoniously, deepening the kiss while his big rough palm dug in through the side of the cheongsam and rubbed her soft b✩ttocks through her underw✩ar.

Just when Jungkookie thought he would carry her into the room next door, he unbuttoned her cheongsam and said, ❝Here.❞

Jungkookie's whole body froze. Taehyung knew that she was going to refuse again, and said without waiting for her answer, ❝This is the backyard. Except for the two guards at the back door, no one will come.❞

Seeing that she was about to be persuaded, he continued to coax her patiently, ❝Honey, we will do it tonight. Here.❞

After that, he kissed her softly. His hand slipped into her cheongsam, opened her dudou, and rubbed and teased her little milk b✩lls.

❝Mmmm…❞

After marriage, she had seen many of his s✩xual tricks. In fact, she has become accustomed to it. Whenever he proposed a new trick, she no longer refused, but she was inevitably shy and always had to squirm a little.